#whats-a-java

(look its brians spirit animal XD)

Thank you! I'm quite fond of it as well :) I really couldn't believe nobody had it when I thought about using it.

and yes.. I love the titel.. It was the first time I cried during reading it!!

“So, what? I just act like it didn’t happen?” Sherlock organised his desk. “No, just don’t tell everyone.” John blushed as Sherlock’s arms wrapped around him. “And why not?” Sherlock began placing kisses on John’s neck. “Are you ashamed of me?” John giggled as Sherlock’s kisses tickled his neck. “No. I just don’t think people may take us as seriously if they knew we were fooling around.” He tugged Sherlock’s coat off and Sherlock scratched John’s back. Their lips met and stayed locked as they undressed each other. “I’m not accepting this as an apology, just so you know.” John said, as he rolled Sherlock around on the bed. “It’s ok. I’m not apologising.” Sherlock smiled as he began teasing John with kissing down his chest. John placed his hands firmly on Sherlock’s ass, and Sherlock twitched. “Something you’re not comfortable with?” John winked. “Something I didn’t expect.” Sherlock returned the favour and grabbed John’s rear and they began to kiss. John’s hands moved to Sherlock’s neck to steady the kiss. Sherlock pulled away, unsure of what he wanted. “What?” John had an aggravated tone in his voice, upset that Sherlock always had a last minute reason. “I think I hear someone.” He crawled out of bed an threw his clothes back on. He left the room to investigate the apartment as John put on his own. He walked into the living room, and sure enough, Mrs. Hudson was in the door way. “Hello.” He nodded at her, even more aggravated the Sherlock had been right. He slumped into a chair and Sherlock shot him a look of disgust. John ignored him, knowing he hated tending to the hospitable portion of having guest over, and Sherlock was forced to make tea. “What can I help you with Mrs. Hudson.” “Well…. A friend of mine is in need of some help and I-“ “No.” “Sherlock, let her finish,” he demanded. “It’s not like you let anyone else,” he mumbled under his breath. “Well she says her neighbour has gone missing, and she’s getting worried. The police won’t believe her, she says, but she wants someone to look into it.” “We’d be delighted,” John answered before Sherlock could say anything. “Thank you so much. Here is her address and number, and…” Mrs. Hudson’s voice faded in John’s mind as she continued telling John her friend’s information. He could feel Sherlock’s eyes burning in his skin. When she left, Sherlock let it out on John. “What the hell? You can’t just accept a case for me, and say I’ll do something. I don’t care what you’ve told her, I’m not doing this.” “It’s not like you’re busy doing anything else.” John fumed, and he threw the paper of information at Sherlock. “You know, Sher. If you don’t want to be in this relationship, you can just say something. You don’t have to pretend like you care about me.” “Joh. Wait.” “I’m tired of waiting.” John shut his door and Sherlock slumped into his chair and wiped a tear from his cheek.

The internet, in its infinite wisdom, says it was originally designed for pocket watches, and now is often refered to as a condom pocket, but there was a line in an episode of Will and Grace where Will had bought women's jeans that lead me to always call it a lipstick pocket

Actually, that pizza cooled down real quick so nothing in that photo is hot