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joilieder:

NOh8 Tommy Joe Parody by Dragonflair.

http://dragonflair.deviantart.com/

I am watching Shelter

“rewaching it again

Check-in to Shelter on GetGlue.com

He wears his heart on his sleeve ..

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waitingfortheworldtofall:

Matt Bomer

Unreleased Scott Caan Pictures
↳ By: Collin Stark - 2009

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loveallthesherlocks:

Three years had gone by and John hadn’t received a text in months, from anyone. He stayed in the flat, day in and day out, only leaving to get the things he needed and coming back. No one called, no one texted, no one stopped by anymore; John Watson was the person everyone talked about but never talked to.

He came into the living room; nothing touched or moved in the last three years, and went to sit down when his phone chimed. A new text. The first in a long time.

He looked over to the phone, head tilted. Maybe it was Mycroft. Mycroft had given up asking how John was after the first two years. His “check-ins” stopped when John threw a mug at him, after Mycroft had asked to sort some of Sherlock’s belongings. John shouldn’t have been protective; he was Sherlock’s brother, but he-

The phone vibrated to remind him of the text and he took a step forward. Maybe it was Molly. Molly texted once a day for the first year, with only three words before her name: I’m so sorry. John grew annoyed, at first. Just because she had a bloody crush on him. She didn’t know him the way-

Once again the vibration from the phone shocked him and he was pulled out of his daze. It was probably Lestrade. Lestrade always called before he texted, same as Mycroft, but resorted to it with John (same as Sherlock, before), because John would hold the phone as it rang in his hands and look at the screen, never answering. But that was 6 months ago, when Lestrade stopped trying. He’d been trying the longest.

John swiped the phone up on his hand, straightening his stance. He looked at the phone’s screen, ready to ignore the notification, as usual.

Text: Sherlock Holmes 

John’s heart stopped. He felt everything fall from where he was. The flat around him, their flat, went black and the only thing he saw was that phone, the only thing he felt was Sherlock, trying to connect to him. John shook where he stood and narrowed his gaze, pressing the view button.

I’m sorry. SH 

John exhaled and let his breath go, for the first time in three years.

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secretshaven:

I FOUND THEM!!! on lj.. ehehehe.. 

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