with both of us

More Adrienette for the soul


Please ignore Richard. He just doesn’t like to admit he finds Ricardo highly relatable too.

anonymous asked:

I haven't read TRC before (at least not all the way, I stopped around the beginning of Piffle--and yes I regret it!) so I'm probably wrong but I'd laugh if Fai's past turns out to be normal/good and everyone's just been in on a giant conspiracy to make you (and everyone else reading with you like me) believe he has some horrific past but in reality it's like, Fai was raised in a normal household in a normal country by normal people and had a normal, decent life. xD

That would, quite honestly, be the best plot twist of all time. 

Like. Fai’s life was so incredibly sheltered that his big plot crisis is just, like, he dropped coffee on a book he was reading. Or he accidentally dyed his hair the wrong colour. 

And it sends him into SUCH MELODRAMATIC ANGUISH that he completely believes it to be a tragic backstory through and through. 

Meanwhile the rest of the cast are just standing in the corner going

[Venice, Italy]

Striding along the quiet Venetian canal bank, Sherlock heard a sound. Text alert. Not a ringtone he was familiar with, but originating from his trouser pocket where he’d kept his phone.

He reached for his pocket. A phone. Not his. With a new message displayed on the screen.

“Dr Watson was asking where you were. I answered his text for you – Bed. Busy. Text me next week.

His eyes widened in horror, then something else, his breath catching as he recalled bumping into someone earlier that afternoon. An American tourist (judging by the map and the brand of her bag) whose face he didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of before being carried forward by the flow of the crowd.

The ringtone sounded again. Notes from his own violin music, he now realised.

“Joking. Flattered that you’ve kept all my old text messages.”

The next text contained a single line of Latin, “Sicut cervus anhelat ad fontes aquarum".

As the hart panteth after the water brooks. A specific version of a translation of Psalm 42, verse 1. The motto of Hertford College, University of Oxford, as he recognised from his undergraduate days.

The Bridge of Sighs. She wanted his company under that landmark structure, of the same iconic name common to both cities.

Sherlock Holmes never believed in legends. And, as he knew full well, neither did she. But as the gondola slowly glided towards the bridge, cast in a golden orange glow by the setting sun, he turned to the American tourist beside him, tucked a strand of stray blonde hair behind her ear, and pressed his lips to hers.

In the distance, the bells of St Mark’s Campanile tolled.

Future scene in Could’ve, Didn’t, which I really should’ve made into a long one shot instead but.. Takes place many years (and 2-3 more locations) after my previous post featuring them in Karachi and Montenegro.

*The landmark Bridge of Sighs at Oxford, linking together two main quadrangles of Hertford College, is named after its counterpart in Venice, despite having little architectural resemblance.

*There’s a Venetian legend, about lovers kissing on a gondola at sunset under the bridge, as the bells of St Mark’s Campanile toll.

Art Collab of Remus ☆
Lineart by @tasiams
Coloring is mine

See our collab of Sirius [here] :)


Call the po-lice and the fireman.

Tbh I have no excuse for this. I just want Keith and Shiro to sing like idiots in their disney alien shirts wearing glasses. Fight me. (ง •̀_•́)ง Redbubble

there is a “Meet the Breeds (100+!!!)” dog fair in NYC this weekend and idk if i should go because the tickets are a bit expensive HAHAHA hah haa .…. . BUT DOGS!!!


“Yes, of course we still love her, and we’re always thinking of her…”

“I know you both needed someone who knows what you’re going through…”

They’re too nice to fight each other what are you even talking about.