#ishaveforjohnwatson

Oh :3 I’m on someone’s top10 favorite followers

mmhGod this is so hard, since there’s almost nothing I like about myself but ok, lets try:

I like my eyes, people say to me that I have big and beautiful eyes (no they’re not green or blue) but, then I look myself into the mirror and yeah, I like my eyes.

I like that in my circle of friends and people I know, I have very weird likes/tastes(idk which is the right one sorry) but then I came to tumblr and surprise! there’s a lot of people who likes the same stuff that me

I like that almost always I’m right about anything, in school, with my family, with my friends, I love that feeling of pleasure when it turns out that I’m right (This may sound a bit narcissistic or egocentric) but, anyways…

I like that I have the best friend in the world, she would do anything for me and I don’t know what did I do to deserve her, (that counts as something of myself right?)

I like the patience that I have with some people, then I hate it because people take advantage of it, but I like people keep coming to me for help, it makes me feel important

JESUS YOU LOVE SUFFERING DON’T YOU.

what i got on my phone was 1037x607, but I dont know if it’s right

PICK A NUMBER HERE

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

@ishaveforjohnwatson

It had been rare for Greg and Mycroft to find any time to spend together, but Mycroft found himself free for lunch and he knew this was Greg’s day off so he called and made arrangements at a little posh cafe halfway between his workplace and his house since Greg was currently staying there.

They arrived at the same time and slide into the booth in the back so the could avoid the noise and everyone else, Greg leaned in and gave Mycroft a quick kiss on his cheek before sitting. “Well this is quite a surprise.” Greg replied cheerfully.

“Yes, well it’s been a rather dull day at the office and I’m sure they can handle a few hours without me. Besides, I’ve missed you Gregory.  I feel like the only time we see each other is in passing.”

Greg agreed and begun to formulate a plan in his mind.They had a light lunch and there had just been a subsequent snowfall the night before, nothing horrible maybe about two inches but still enough to form a snow ball or two.  

Greg took Mycroft’s hand and nodded his head to the park, “Come on, you have time for a walk since lunch was so fast.”

“You are correct a walk would be splendid.” 

They were halfway down the path when Greg said “hold up i think someone dropped something, looks like a wallet”

 He went and scooped up a mound of snow and formed the perfect snow ball and when Mycroft realised what he had done he icily threatened "Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!  Gregory, I can’t go back to the office like this.”