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imagelike sorry but have you seen this?? how in the world is sherlock not gay

Kevin Lucbert


Sometimes I just feel inexplicably guilty for all the plants I’ve neglected to death. 


I’ve recently decided to freeze myself to -273℃. My friends think I’ll die, but I’ll be 0K.

Clara and death foreshadowing - s8e1 vs s8e4


Next in the 221b series - Into Battle



my favorite part of any fic is the obligatory “john and greg meet down at the pub to discuss john’s budding romantic relationship with sherlock” scene


ultravioletness is the actual sweetest ♥

Aaaaah ❤️❤️❤️

He knows.

He looks at him. Sad half-smile. He nods.

He knows.


And in that moment, everybody in the theater let out a huge sigh of relief as they realized what had just happened; for the first time in forever there was no forced romance between the protagonists in an action movie. 
The heavens finally answered the prayers of the people. 


« Gem took a couple of cautious steps toward the creature in front of him, an arrow in his firm grip as he studied him intently. He still couldn’t believe he was talking to a living Anderath without being in mortal danger. He just kept smiling that ridiculously big smile, that gave him this air of innocence Gem had never seen in anyone of the Nyala kind - let alone one of his. This childish attitude was driving him mad. Anderaths were a deadly threat to Nyalas - they’d always been, for centuries, maybe more. Why was this one acting like this? Why wasn’t he attacking him in any way?
It’s a trap, he thought, still looking into those liquid brown eyes, it must be. He’s just tricking you, stupid.
Those thoughts were hardly encouraging as he tightened his grip on the arrow he was still holding, his left arm ready to get a hold of the bow on his back if anything happened.
The Andreath just kept smiling. Gem felt as if he could see through his soul; he was staring right into his eyes, pupils dilated, as to assimilate as much information as he could. He was studying him, Gem noted with a shiver.
Seeing that everything just stayed still and nothing happened, Gem spoke first, breaking the silence between them.
"So..", he started. The Feline’s ears perked up slightly at his voice, as did his thick eybrows and the corners of his mouth. Gem swallowed. "S-so, what’s your name?"
The Feline kept still, just watching him, his tail swinging slowly behind him.
Gem supposed the Anderath couldn’t speak his language. He sighed and slowly brought a hand to his chest. The other followed the movement with an almost captivated gaze. “Gem”, he said, putting his hand at heart level and patting slighlty. The Anderath smiled even more and nodded slowly, intelligent eyes scanning his.
Gem kept quite, expecting an answer that never came. He repeated the process and the other nodded again, slowlier this time, as though he was the one that was missing something.
Then, it clicked.
"You don’t have a name?", he asked, but the Anderath simply tilted his head to the left, brow slighlty furrowing. Gem repeated the gesture and then pointed at him with a questioning look. He seemed to understand, cause he smiled again, with a hint of sadness this time, and shook his head. 
"I birnen as xərn."
His voice was deep and quite, a low whisper, like a warm wind. Gem didn’t understand much of his language - he only knew a couple of words - but he assumed he said he didn’t have one.
"Oh, I see", Gem said, averting his gaze, and he felt really stupid. When he looked at him again, the Anderath was curiously observing his horns and his hair, as though he wanted to touch them. His expression was starting to scare him a bit, as well as his almost tensed position - he looked like he was about to attack.
Gem insinctively pawed the ground with his hoofs, feeling unconfortable. 
"So, I guess I must give you a name then", he said, smiling. The Anderath quickly moved his gaze from his auburn hair to his eyes. Gem swallowed and gripped his arrow even more firmly in his hand.
"What about….Bəbir?"
The Anderath’s ears twitched and his smile faltered as he assumed a look of surprise. It was one of the few words Gem knew in Anderath language. It meant ‘leopard’ and it was how Anderaths named their own kind in their language when addressing each other. 
It wasn’t a great name for him, but it could work. The only other words he knew in Anderath were ‘stop’, ‘leave’, ‘danger’, ‘food’, ‘kill’ and ‘shelter’. Also ‘Kroh’, the Anderath word for Nyala, Gem’s kind.
He said his name, pointing to himself, and then repeated the Anderath word pointing at him.
It took a couple of times to make him understand but when he did, he smiled.
"Bəbir, I ne", he said, chuckling slightly. He paused. "Yasekül".
Gem didn’t know that word so he tilted his head. The other looked at him with an intense gaze. “Thank you”, he said finally, in his tongue.
Gem raised his eyebrows. Never a Nyala had heard the Anderath word for ‘thank you’ and never had one bothered to learn the answer, so he simply smiled. The Anderath smiled back. »

Well then, I just thought since I have a ‘doodles’ tag I might as well start using it again.
These are my OCs, Gem (the Nyala, on the left) and B
əbir (the Anderath, on the right). :)

"I love playing someone who has so much integrity, who has so much joy and so much life—even though her life is now in prison. She’s locked up, but she’s able to build up joy anyway."

- samira wiley for brooklyn magazine