#cucumberbatch

I definitely don't have a type

Because he's Sherlock ❤

Imagine going swimming in a near by lake with some friends. Though it’s really hot all of them perfer to just lay in the sun, trying to get some color. But you didn’t come here for that, you want to swim, so you go into the water, alone. Loving the way the vold water feels you swim a few rounds until you suddenly bumpf int oyomeone. “Hey! Carefull!”, he laughs in a nice, deep voice. And as you look up you see a pale, beautiful man with dark hair and lips that wouldn’t be considered beautiful by the generality of people, they are too big and full but to you they seem perfect. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there!”, smiling you turn around to mind your owne buisness. But all of the sudden he calls you out: “Oh no, you are not getting away without revenge!”. Both of you can stand on the ground as the lake isn’t too deep, and he turns to you, take a kind of karate like posture and jumping towars you to dunk you in. Laughing you push him away and start a attack on your owne. You go on like this for what feels like an eternity, all while getting nearer and nearer to the others body and face, it kind of feels like a erotic fight by the time he gets so close to your face that your nosetips touch and you are able to feel his heavy breath on you. Smirking he gets even nearer and kisses you, it feels like you are flying and at the sam time falling so deep into his eyes, that youu aren’t able to feel and anything else but him.

– New York Times 6/10

Also Me: I NEED TO LET MY BLOG SHOW THAT COOL AWKWARD PEOPLE ARE HENCEFORTH CALLED ‘CUCUMBERBATCHES’

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