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  • *hears noises at night*:

    well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life

  • *gets shampoo in my eyes*:

    I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child

  • *heart is beating fast*:

    I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is

  • *a cop walks by*:

    here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone

  • *taking a test*:

    don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing

  • *gets a sunburn*:

    great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents

  • *tripping over something*:

    I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me

  • *period is late*:

    shit i'm pregnant i'm the next virgin mary

bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch: purplepantsandpradaglasses: thattallsummonerguy: jumpingjacktrash: dredsina: some general boob-having problems THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING the expressions and body language in this are fantastic. To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3 dude that’s so true. I’m only a c and this happens all the time. DUDE IM A FUCKING A STILL AND THIS HAPPENS TO ME
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bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch: purplepantsandpradaglasses: thattallsummonerguy: jumpingjacktrash: dredsina: some general boob-having problems THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING the expressions and body language in this are fantastic. To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3 dude that’s so true. I’m only a c and this happens all the time. DUDE IM A FUCKING A STILL AND THIS HAPPENS TO ME
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bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch: purplepantsandpradaglasses: thattallsummonerguy: jumpingjacktrash: dredsina: some general boob-having problems THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING the expressions and body language in this are fantastic. To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3 dude that’s so true. I’m only a c and this happens all the time. DUDE IM A FUCKING A STILL AND THIS HAPPENS TO ME
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bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch: purplepantsandpradaglasses: thattallsummonerguy: jumpingjacktrash: dredsina: some general boob-having problems THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING the expressions and body language in this are fantastic. To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3 dude that’s so true. I’m only a c and this happens all the time. DUDE IM A FUCKING A STILL AND THIS HAPPENS TO ME
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bbcbecausebenedictcumberbatch:

purplepantsandpradaglasses:

thattallsummonerguy:

jumpingjacktrash:

dredsina:

some general boob-having problems

THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING

the expressions and body language in this are fantastic.

To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3

dude that’s so true. I’m only a c and this happens all the time.

DUDE IM A FUCKING A STILL AND THIS HAPPENS TO ME

tardismyoldgirl: tennants-hair: tardis-mind-palace: doctor-john-with-trenchcoat: bakerstreetbabes: Always reblog the no-look pass. Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that. No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything. Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground. nice to meet you satan Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there. One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound. “Hello, John.”
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tardismyoldgirl: tennants-hair: tardis-mind-palace: doctor-john-with-trenchcoat: bakerstreetbabes: Always reblog the no-look pass. Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that. No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything. Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground. nice to meet you satan Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there. One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound. “Hello, John.”
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tardismyoldgirl: tennants-hair: tardis-mind-palace: doctor-john-with-trenchcoat: bakerstreetbabes: Always reblog the no-look pass. Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that. No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything. Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground. nice to meet you satan Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there. One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound. “Hello, John.”
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tardismyoldgirl:

tennants-hair:

tardis-mind-palace:

doctor-john-with-trenchcoat:

bakerstreetbabes:

Always reblog the no-look pass.

Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that.

No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything.

Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground.

nice to meet you satan

Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there.

One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound.

“Hello, John.”

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