with a question is our best subsitute for actually having the answer.
That awkward moment in a writer’s life when you have the urge to email a tiny country store in Vermont to ask whether or not they sell paprika
I’m gonna do it I’m gonna email them
I did the thing
THEY DON’T SELL PAPRIKA
GOD BLESS AUTHORS WHO CARE THIS MUCH ABOUT ACCURACY
wqtson said: #his kink at full power
I HAVE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THIS PHOTOSET.
Sherlock’s military kink brings me so much joy, I can’t even explain my level of inner porn.
Sherlock’s military kink, you say? As in:
YES, yes, this, exactly this!
Not even secretly aroused. Sherlock just wants to be in the middle of a giant military guy pile. Is it so much to ask?
My absolute favorite thing about that Baskerville scene is that John does’t even LOOK at that dude when he says ‘that’s an order’ - as in, ‘I’m so fucking in charge that I don’t even need to acknowledge you as I demand things from you AND YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT.’
AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate.
He has heard the stories, of course. Everybody has. Heard the rumours and theories, the legends and tales. He has heard it all, perhaps because he has lived long enough, too long.
True Love can break any curse.
True Love is when the colours appear into your life.
Can we just analyze this gif for one second:
As the chandelier falls, EVERYONE dives out of the way. Harry, Draco, everyone. EXCEPT Ron. Ron dives TOWARDS it in order to grab Hermione and get her to safety. I just. Why do people ship anything but Romione again? He is the ONLY one that stayed upright AND moved towards the potentially deadly falling object to save the woman he loves. That is all.