john knows this

Virgil: Don’t tell anyone, but we’re having Scott’s goat for dinner

Gordon: Virgil… you do realize… this is the group chat…

Scott: OH MY GHANDI

Alan:

John: That is some serious shade on Virgil’s part.

Virgil: Shut up John.

Kayo: lmao

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The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

ibtimes.co.uk
John Carpenter loves Sonic the Hedgehog: 'I even like the one where he turns into a werewolf'
This is not a story I ever expected to write.

John Carpenter is /ourguy/

OK BUT I JUST REALIZED SOMETHINH AND I DONT KNOW IF SOMEONE ELSE HAS POINTED IT OUT YET BUT…I’LL SAY IT ANYWAY.
John’s hands. One on Sherlock’s nek and the other on Sherlock’s arm. Doesn’t it remind u something? It’s exactly the same way Sherlock hugged John in TLD. Coincidence? Nope. In this show coincidences don’t exist. It means, if you think about it, that Sherlock not only remember how John hugged him, but also that Sherlock thinks that it is the way John want to be hugged, I think. It is the way John makes feel someone loved and safe and it is probably the way Sherlock felt and so Sherlock did the same when John needed, he hugged him with one hand on John’s nek and the other on John’s arm. Bacause in that moment John needed love and to feel safe.

I…I don’t know if it makes sense but this hug, John’s hug, hit me and reminded me of Sherlock’s hug.
I don’t know what to think now, I need a blanket.
Also, I feel really stupid cause probably someone just noticed it ages ago soooooooo now it’s time for me to go. And hide. Bye.

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so i started reading the Ron Chernow book and i just

FLORID COMPLEXION

he’s already naturally rosy cheeked, imagine if he gets flustered and laughs hard enough that he blushes im cryI N G

Alexander: If I prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?

Burr: No one was else was in the room where it happened.

Alexander: Is that a yes?

Jefferson/Madison/Burr: Um, yes.

Burr: *reading the letter* Cold in my professions, warm in friendships, I wish my dear Laurens, in my power, by actions rather than words to convince you I love you-

Alexander: THAT’S THE WRONG LETTER!

Jefferson: My god.