why would you ever idolize cops when firefighters exist
yeah seriously have you ever heard of “corrupt firefighter”
what would a ‘corrupt firefighter’ even be. he put out that fire with a little TOO much water. he was a little rough with the cat he rescued from a tree for a little old lady
how on earth do you possibly fuck up that bad
Yes, I have heard of corrupt firefighters who set fires just so they can put them out. Also, have you never seen the movie Backdraft?
izzabellablack replied to your post: All right, here’s that johnlock karao…
Get this….This beautiful story away from me..I’m dead. Done. My Johnlock heart could not handle that much amazingness. Farewell cruel world~! *Dies*
Glad to be of service!
is it bad that the avengers are struggling with this ultron crisis and i’m still over here like “but is bucky barnes okay”
All right, here’s that johnlock karaoke unilock fic I was talking about in Seattle. Fluff and smut.
What Makes You Beautiful – John and the gang take Sherlock out for his birthday. What happens when it’s just John and Sherlock?
teaser below the cut
“I don’t need a birthday party, John,” Sherlock didn’t bother looking up from his microscope.
John smiled as he leaned in the doorway. They’d only been roommates since the start of term but already it felt like Sherlock consumed his world. Not that John minded a bit, so long as he kept his grades up. He still wasn’t quite sure if they were something more than just mates, but that was more than half the reason for this excursion. “Mike said you’d say that.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow before he lifted his head. “Who is attending?”
“Me, you, Mike, Greg and Sally. Don’t worry, Anderson isn’t coming.” John watched his face, could tell already that Sherlock would come along.
“I suppose.” Sherlock made a show of putting away his slides and grabbing his scarf and coat.
John led the way out into the snowy courtyard. “Greg knows a place. He’s driving.”
“We could just take a cab,” grumbled Sherlock.
“Hey you’re not the one who gets stuck sitting in the middle of the back seat all the time,” John stuffed his hands in his pocket.
“You have the shortest legs, it only makes sense.”
“Thanks for the observation, Sherlock,” said John dryly.