Sherlock had often heard Jim Moriarty compared to a snake, and he could certainly see the resemblance. There was the way he moved, first of all, head oscillating side to side like a boa constrictor contemplating its next meal; the way his eyes narrowed, darting side to side before fixing on one point with almost extreme concentration, dark and thrilling with victory; and even the way he spoke, lacking sibilance, but hushed and low and hissing all the same.
wow okay this was going to be alot cuter and couply but turned out like this? I’m so sorry you guys dont really look like you and i know Leah’s glasses have like blue sides but my main color for glasses are black ( like, i don’t even draw the orange on mine ;_; ) and my backgrounds aren’t the greatest like I’ve never done cobblestone before so i tried and
IF YOU WANT ME TO RE DO THIS i can because idk ;__; I hope it’s okay though?
Commission for Leah of her and her girlfriend, Brianna. Brianna is obviously distracted by something and wants to go off the cobblestone path? idk.
Headcanon: Jim starts sending Sherlock these random little videos shortly after they begin their relationship, especially when he knows Sherlock has to deal with Anderson or press conferences. Sherlock pretends to be annoyed; but secretly he looks forward to getting them.
My girlfriend sent this to my phone out of literally NOWHERE yesterday. I just about killed myself with laughing. <3
OMG you guys, my girlfriend is the sweetest thing in the world.
Like you have to understand how much I love this girl.
And I know no one cares cause all your dashes are full of Tobigail feels right now but asfjaslkdgjalsdjf.
So she bought me flowers–the store messed up and they didn’t get delivered when they were supposed to–but this sweet girl who lives half a continent away actually bought me flowers for our one-month, and even if I don’t have them in my hands, god, just the thought of it is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I have never been bought flowers before, by a romantic partner, I mean–bouquets or a rose from my parents on birthdays and after shows, sometimes, yeah, but never as an expression of romantic love. And it’s just…it’s just another example of the way that she makes me feel loved and cherished and so, so special, every single day of my life. I’m a girl that’s found it incredibly difficult at times to deal with feelings of being replaceable, and now I have this amazing girlfriend who tells me I am special and irreplaceable and one of a kind to her, and I actually believe it.
I don’t care if it’s only been a month. It doesn’t matter; it doesn’t matter that we’ve never spent time in each other’s physical company while dating, it doesn’t matter that she lives so far away (for now), none of that matters. All that matters is that I love her, and she loves me; we complete one another. And when I close my eyes and listen to her voice, if I concentrate really hard, I can feel her with me, and that is all I need.
I came home from work yesterday to find these beautiful flowers waiting for me! I knew they were coming, because my beautiful and unfailingly thoughtful girlfriend had told me the evening of our monthiversary that they were supposed to be coming–but I was completely clueless as to how beautiful they would be!
She is the most thoughtful person in the world, and I am so so so lucky to be able to call her my own. We’ve been together for a month and some days now, and it simultaneously feels utterly new and shiny perfect, and as comfortable and familiar as a relationship many times as long as ours is.
I love this girl; I’ve never, ever, been as certain of something in my life. She deserves the best that this world and this universe has to offer, and I want to live everyday being as good and as loving a person as she deserves to have; a person who is worthy of loving her.
I love you, Brianna Marie, my own beautiful angel.