- I thought picture fit perfectly for this line.
*squeees flailing* THIS ^ ALL THIS.THEY’RE SMILING AT THEIR CHILD
CANNOT UNSEE
LOOK AT THEIR PROUD PATERNAL FACES“Dad? Father?”
“Yes Greg?” John smiled slightly at his son as he approached the table. Sherlock leaned back as he read through the paper, a knowing smirk already spread across his lips. Gregory Holmes was seventeen, tall, and had by far the sweetest smile that John had ever seen on a child his age. You would never know he was adopted.
“I just wanted to let you know, I got an A on my Chemistry exam,” Greg murmured with a huge smile, making Sherlock look up from his reading with a proud gleam in his eyes. He didn’t say anything though, simply smiled, looked at John, and looked back down at his paper.
“Good job,” John said happily, patting his son on the back with the same wide smile that had appeared as soon as Greg had made his announcement. “Have you thought any more about the military?”
Truth be told, and both Sherlock and Greg knew this, John didn’t want the boy to go into the military. Didn’t want him anywhere near the middle east or an M16, or camouflage uniforms. Sherlock’s free hand crept onto his husband’s knee as Greg sat down though, calming John so that they could talk civilly.
“Well,” Greg started, pouring himself a cup of tea, “I think I’m going to join the police force instead. Uncle Greg said he’d help me study for the tests. And you’ve already taught me how to shoot a gun.”
“Well thank god Anderson’s been transferred,” Sherlock said with a derisive snort, sitting his paper down and taking a drink of his own tea. “I wouldn’t want him lowering your IQ - he did quite a number on your dad before he left.”
“Sherlock!” John reprimanded with a hint of a smile on his face, before looking back at their son. “Well, if your Uncle Greg already said he’d help you study I don’t think I have any room to argue. What do you think Sherlock?”
“Lestrade isn’t as stupid as Anderson and Donovan, so I suppose I’m not adverse.”
John covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh, watching Greg do the same.
“Father, all three of us know that everyone is stupid compared to you,” Greg laughed, taking a drink and leaning back in his chair.
Sherlock smiled a bit.
“Not the two of you.”
omg
SOMEONE TURNED MY TAGS INTO FIC
OH MY GOD
SCREAMING
I LOVE THIS FANDOM.
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ALWAYS reblog!
DYING.
WHAT IS AIR?
xD
WHY IS BREATHING?!
(Source: drarrysexual)
Via It's so overt.. it's covert!
this could be one of the best things posted on tumblr. ever.
(Source: carloscoreas)
Via It's so overt.. it's covert!
What if there was a day where everyone automatically said everything that they were thinking?
It would be fucking chaos.
You’d be in class with your crush like
You’re sitting bored in class, stand up in the middle of a lecture and say
Some dumb bitch asks a really stupid question, and you go
Somebody says they can’t stand your favorite band, and you’re like
And then the day is over, and you look back on everything you’ve just done like
But then you think about it some more, and realize
(Source: starstruckdreamer)
About me
That strange girl sat in the corner with the loud mind, and sunshine filled smile, and secret behind her eyes, that's me. My awkwardness knows no limits.
