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The Impossible Meme:Â Two Badass Moments âłClara hacks the system (2/2)

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flips table and runs outside screaming FALL OUT BOY only to go back in and curl up in a corner as i enter the pcd stage

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true friendship is sitting in room on separate laptops and only communicating to read out text posts to each other
#should have stayed on misfits #at least there your son is immortal
Hello my number one dream is to draw an official comic for the folks at Commonplace Books because Welcome to Night Vale is astounding
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Always reblog the no-look pass.
Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that.
No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything.
Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasnât there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground.
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Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. Heâs broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlockâs dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there.
One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlockâs eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Andersonâs many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlockâs old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound.
âHello, John.â
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