I’m so emotional about all the times Sherlock and John are alone together in s3 because every single frame is wrought with this tension, this intense elephant-in-the-room feeling, there’s so much to say, that they both want to say, that they’re both thinking, you can see it on their faces, Ben and Martin do this amazing job of conveying the tension in their bodies of Sherlock and John forcing themselves to keep quiet, it’s ridiculous. It seeps out of their bodies into fidgeting or clenched fists, or tapping fingers and no where do I feel it more than in the Private Bainbridge flashback in TSOT when they’re sitting on the bench.
Sherlock’s hands are clenched tight together, and they’re making this stupid small talk about the guards scratching themselves, and Sherlock can’t hold it in any more, he brings up one of the thousands of things he wants to talk to John about - Sholto - and it just … it bombs, the conversation does not go well and Sherlock says “Won’t be trying that again,” and he really, really means it. He won’t be trying that again, won’t try to talk to John again about his feelings, or the myriad of thoughts and questions about what’s going on between the two of them because he tried and he failed and he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how.
And then John. John, who finds this sort of thing difficult, he tries too, tries a little, tries to say something about how much Sherlock means to him, but he leads by mentioning Mary, but listing how important she is to him, and Sherlock can’t stand it, can’t take it, can’t hear it so he runs. And he misses it and John think it’s because he’s not interested to hear it, it’s not important to him so … John won’t be trying that again either.
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Norwegian forest cats are the best.
They look like little snow lions.
MORE REASONS WHY NORWEGIAN FOREST CATS ARE THE BEST:
The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.
They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.
They run down trees headfirst.
They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.
They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.
In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.
Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?
Viking cats. End of story.
Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet
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If Derek and Argent could sit down and have a glass of Bourbon or a glass of Whiskey, and just talk about Kate… it would be the most epic hate conversation. [x]
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My parents and I were watching the Hobbit but then they both fell asleep so I stopped the movie and started Return of the King about halfway through and when my dad woke up he just looked at me with this horrified expression and whispered what day is it?
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I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:
1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear. ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me? So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”
2) Women not having cheat codes. ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me. I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me. Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”
3) Women not being a hive mind. ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles. Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all. Make up your mind, women!”
4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”
(Source: ethiopienne, via obsessionally-challenged)