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Loki’s like, Brother you do look like a king but you’re not ready yet, and that’s not just jealousy talking. But I can’t tell you that to your face, and no way in hell would Father listen to me… so I’m going to be a sneaky bastard and ruin your coronation. Please remember that I do love you though. That’s why I had to tell you.
Please remember.
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torchwood meme: two brotps 2/2
↳ We’re good, aren’t we? You and I? Good team. I missed you.
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sherlock!porn
↳ Sherlock smirk!porn
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It’s a glimpse, nothing more. A flash of dark hair and high cheekbones and pale eyes. And John knows it’s insane, knows it’s impossible, but it looked exactly like him.
Their eyes meet for a second, and the pair on the other side of the tinted taxi window show no signs of recognition. But not for a moment does John let himself believe it could be anyone else. He simple didn’t see him in the crowd, or did not have time to react between recognising him and the car drifting smoothly around the corner.
He must believe these things, because he must believe in who it was in that cab.
There was no-one else like him. No-one else it could have been.
It was Sherlock.
It is all John can do not to drop his bags as he races around the corner, breathing that name repeatedly under his breath. For the first time since Switzerland, he runs with no limp, he runs like he only ever did with Sherlock.
But even free from psychosomatic pain, he is not as fast as a car. He knows he will never catch it. “Sherlock… Sherlock…” he pants, even as he grinds to a halt in the middle of the road. He feels the name bubbling up inside him, becoming a shout as the car disappears.
“SHERLOCK!”
For several seconds, John just stands there, watching the point where the taxi disappeared. He is aware of people around looking at him, a car slowly pulling towards him, expecting him to move. He doesn’t care. It has just hit him, really, truly, that Sherlock Holmes is dead. He will never ride a London cab again, never look over the city with those cool, colourless eyes. No matter how hard John wishes, he will never come back.
The car behind him beeps its horn, and John limps away.
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Sherlock turns and watches the figure, once he is sure it can no longer see his face. It runs after him, mouth forming his name over and over. As he watches, a burning desire grows, and he wants nothing more than to stop the taxi, jump out and gather the man in his arms. He never meant to hurt anyone. He never meant for this.
“You know that guy?” the cabbie asks, noticing what Sherlock is staring at. “You want me to stop for him?”
Sherlock turns around, catching the driver’s eye in the mirror. “No, it’s fine. Keep driving.”
He has whipped out his phone before he even knows what he’s doing.
Take care of him.
- SH
He has already sent the message before he taps out an afterthought.
Please.
- SH
Seconds later, his phone chimes.
Already picked him up. Have been following him since he left Baker Street.
- MH
And before he can even draw the breath to think of a reply, it seems that his brother also has more to say.
He’s crying. I don’t know what to do.
- MH
There is anger that message. And desperation. And remorse. And most of all—there is guilt. The words blur in his vision, and with trembling fingers, he wipes the tears that have dropped on the screen of his phone.
Neither do I.
- SH
He never sends that last message.
oh god fandom you fucking kill me.
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Oh my god, hold me.
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How to Pick Up a Fangirl: Be Matt Smith and Jenna-Louise Coleman
The Doctor Who cast filming at Margam Park. x
Her name is Clara.
They are definitely filming in Victorian times, I see some pictures with that time period costume.
Fuck.
LOOK at Eleven’s outfit.
LOOK at it.
Jesus.
Matt Smith looks fantastic but I’m still a little disappointed that the new companion is just another attractive young woman. Couldn’t we get an alien or something? Then again, Matt’s an alien and he looks human, but still…
Matt’s a human who looks alien, more like.
I don’t know, in fairness, I think they break up the companion pattern quite well. Rose was attractive (to some… not me, personally, but y’know), but she was also a bleach-blonde loud-mouthed chav. Martha was attractive, but she was pretty damn awkward and also intensely badass. Donna was attractive, but not conventionally so - she was older and less skinny than previous companions, and again, had no qualms about picking a fight. Amy’s attractive but she’s also got a lanky boyish figure and a propensity for Scotch aggression. I don’t think any of them follow a cliché, personally. We know nothing about Jenna’s character yet, and that’s a damn sight more important than how she looks.
OH GOD THE SUIT WHAT OH OHH OH! I really like it. Also, I’m excited to give Jenna Louise Coleman’s character a chance, as well. The nature of this show is that the cast evolves and changes and grows and moves on… But that’s what keeps it going and has propelled it for so long. I truly believe that every companion to date has had their merits and faults (just like real people do), and I’m excited to discover those attributed to her character.
from The Blind Banker
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