I just love how a lot of these are Rosa Diaz quotes
I don't know if i should laugh, cry or be turned on but oddly enough, it's a bit of all of them
How come Tony Stark gets to fight villains naked all the time in the comics but not in the movies? I am being denied my rights!
"Nobody's perfect."
Me:
Demis are dope af
Hi um
I just wanted to see something, people tell me that demi is just straight with standards and its not a valid thing and Im just trying to be queer
So
They stood on the quiet street, it was late now, after the shooting and the police sirens the buzz of that evenings events had quietened and whilst the meal had been pleasant it was clear neither of them knew exactly where they stood.
“Okay then, till next time” said Sherlock descisively, he nodded his head as if to signal that was it then spun round to walk away.
John realised he didn’t want him to leave, panicked, he blurted out,
“I have a bit of a soft spot for you” he blushed, surprised at himself he dropped his head, not wanting to see Sherlock’s reaction.
As Sherlock turned to look at John, he added quietly,
“Actually quite a big soft spot”,
Still looking down he noticed Sherlock was close now.
“And where is this .....soft spot?” Sherlock’s voice was gentle and low, but suggestive.
Johns breath was gone, knocked out of his chest by the words.
He looked up at Sherlock, eyes locked on his but he did not speak.
Sherlock’s eyes travelled down Johns face, then body, then back up to his eyes. He held Johns gaze, whose breath was still baited, and slowly reached out to touch Johns chest.
“Is it here?”
As his fingers made contact lightly with Johns cotton shirt electricity jolted through his skin and burned along the path Sherlock trailed upwards. When he reached the skin of Johns neck his involuntary intake of breath was so sharp it cut through the silence, as he parted his lips to allow it escape Sherlock’s hand cupped his chin and his mouth descended upon Johns.
Nervous energy exploded inside Johns body, Sherlock’s lips were soft and generous, this was new to John and his mind was racing, yet he couldn’t think, this man he had known for a matter of days, with his lips pressed against Johns was now all he could concentrate on.
“I’m not gay” popped into his head but was swiftly dismissed as Sherlock’s other hand reached around Johns back and pulled him closer. John stopped trying to think and let go, reacting by pushing his body forwards, into Sherlock and tilting his chin up to kiss him back.
I dawned on him slowly that, although it was late, they were still literally just kissing in the street, he dropped his chin and the contact was broken. Sherlock studied Johns face,
“Baker Street?” He questioned,
“Oh god yes”
That's just sad
So I got out of bed to look with him.
Jake: ok Rosa now you go. Hitchcock, Scully and Boyle's dad.
Rosa: oof... Okay fuck Boyle's dad, marry Scully and kill Hitchcock
Gina: damn that's nasty girl! okay mmm Amy: Obama, Trump and Putin.
Amy: hmmm that's so hard!
Jake: title of your sex tape!
Holt: *enters the room* what are you doing? What is this game?
Amy: fuck marry kill.
Amy: *realising what she just said and to whom*
Holt: why would you say the word fuck? There are much better words for it. Have sex, make love, bone, shag...
Jake: ok captain, who would you SHAG marry or kill: Obama, Trump and Putin?
Holt: well, I would kill Trump, marry Obama, and that leaves me with... Shagging Putin.
Everyone: *laughing their asses off*
This was ghostwritten by Jim Halpert
Saying “f**k” whilst having sex is the same as shouting “parkour!” When doing parkour
i love it when you wear your hair down over your shoulder
CALM aesthetic [6/12]: Wildflower - 5 Seconds Of Summer
so i was rewatching Brooklyn 99 and i solved the puzzle in s2e18
12 islanders, one of them is heavier, a seesaw, you can use seesaw only three times
1) 4--------4
four islanders in the left,four islanders in the right and four islanders are out. so you can find out which group heavier one is in
2) 2--------2
3) 1---------1
im so proud of myself
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