Welcome to my lair. Make yourself useful. Pull up your own chair. When you get tea, bring me some as well (1 sugar with milk if you don't mind). *ahem* Feel free to look around - I just hope you don't scare too easily. And be aware that you'll have to deal with many, MANY fandoms, and lots of random crap. Some basic facts you should probably know... I am a Sherlockian. I am a Whovian. I ship Sherlolly. Benedict Cumberbatch - just in general. I hate my layout and can't seem to make it better. We're out of milk. Angels Have the Phonebox
i hate looking ugly the first time i meet someone like wait i can do better than this i swear
Reading fanfiction is the worst because you start out with “I’ll just read this cute one shot” then suddenly it’s four am and you have 12 tabs open and you’re crying again because THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY WHY CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.