Accio Moriarty

Especially considering how NOT yellow and warm the actual inside of the house was.

Very light snow, Sherlock's breath in the cold, tightening his coat around himself to fight off the chill. He's leaving behind the potential of a warm and welcoming place to stay (namely Molly, perfectly framed within this rectangle of golden light) to face the cold, hard concrete streets alone.

And she follows closely, watching him go, knowing she can't have him. With wistful music in the background.

Happy holidays!🎄

Wishing you the most wonderful winter and a lot of cosy evenings with your loved ones ❤️

Crowley is not really a holiday person, but he would do anything to snuggle under one blanket with Aziraphale 😳

Also there is wine! 🥂

Mary and Thomas are so alike as lonely souls who try to be honest with themselves and go against social conventions. It makes them bitter people under cold facades, constantly lashing out only to be more misunderstood. They have so much to offer to the world but have always met with disappointments. Their existential angst is real and that's why I love them.

Only wish more people could see their true selves.