Hero Worship
Agent Coulson has visited Captain America’s memorial since he was six years old.
Submitted by donottouchmychicken
Except now, Captain America visits his.
Jane was talkin2 her crush Jake and he sed “Do u fancy me 4evr?” she said “No..” Jake cryed N ran across da rode N started making out wit their friend Dirk. He was ghey. She whispered 2 herself. “I ment to say I fancied u 5evr” (dat mean she fancied him moar den 4evr) but nao Jake was ghey 2
REGLAOGB IF U CREY ALWAYZ..XXX
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i don’t think i’ve spent nearly enough time thinking about dead girlfriends and mind control lately so here is a pretty picture of aradia megido kicking the bucket
holy shit dude this is gorgeous.
One of the many reasons why I will always think of Vriska as nothing more than a petty, manipulative bitch.
Also that’s just the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces. Don’t worry; carry on.
Everything about this picture hurts me.
Imagining the emotional turmoil you would go through. This is like waking up from a deep, dreamless sleep and just happening to find your dead girlfriend at you feet. The fact also that you did not stop at just killing her, but defiled her body by painting in her blood… Sollux is not the kind of person to put this to mind control.
He would forever blame himself.
And I think it’s evident in every conversation he has with Aradia with that point on. It’s adorably sweet, like the most devoted boyfriend you’ve ever known. He’s the Rory Williams of the series. He’d go anywhere and do anything for the people he cares about. But there’s always this apologetic undertone that keeps him separated from her. It’s sort of like someone who’s afraid to hug you, and always keeps their body just slightly separated from you.
He’s afraid of touching her. Of hurting her again. And it’s the most tragically beautiful broken relationship I’ve ever seen in my life.
Pretty much. It’s weird how the only romance I really get is the kind where you accidentally murder the other party horribly.
Guess I never grew out of the lethal phase of my emotional development D:
Reblogging for the heartbreaking commentary.
Sollux….;A;
Need your assistance. Come quickly.
SHI STARTED LAUGHING AND NOW I FEEL LIKE A HORRIBLE PERSON
*still giggling*
Next time I need a pick-me-up I know where to look
“JOHN STOP LAUGHING THIS IS VERY SERIOUS”
i can’t stop staring at this xDDDD
OH MESDGERGSJFZKN GOD STOP THIS IUWESKF SJZ
Laughing so hard I can’t.
I CAN’T BREATHE SWEET JESUS
oh my god times like this when people make a really sad scene a really funny one and i choke with laughter but there are still tears because JESUS CHRIST jKFLWOWOE HAHAHKGLWJEOTg
Guys guys. Does anyone else see this. AM I THE ONLY ONE.
see what?))
Oh…OH!! ALTERNATE KARKAT. MAKES ALL THE SENSE.))
[[exactly why I said I KNEW IT
oohhh!
this could be the alternate timeline
except, and i may be wrong here but
didnt terezi SEE this and prevented it from happening by killing vriska
it didnt actually happen????
well im pretty sure this did happen and terezi just saw a different time line? i dunno
you have more luck finding a needle in a hay stack then figuring out homestuck anyway
While I believe those were doomed timeline versions, I don’t believe they were from this one. Notice how Karkat never achieved God Tier in this outcome
But remem8er Vriska and alternate timeline dead!John? Dream Bubbles don’t give two shits about which timeline you’re from. That’s why we saw a dead Terezi and a dead god tier Karkat (who are not dead in the alpha timeline… hmm. ALPHA timeline. I wonder if there are other major timelines, like, a BETA timeline that also exists and is running concurrent to the ALPHA timeline and is also going to crash through a Fenestrated Window… anyways) (also you know they’re definitely dead because Hussie updated the flash, they both have the dead/blank white eyes now).
That’s why Rose was taking a nap, in my opinion (presumably Dave is also taking a nap unless there’s a ton of dead daves who already achieved god tier meaning in one timeline they stopped the meteor to fight Jack or something or maybe Gamzee who knows) anyways, I think she’s taking a nap to go and recruit all the dream bubble folks who are dead. Maybe to fight Jack? Not really sure why they need an army of the dreaming dead, since I think Jade and Parcel Mutt are strong enough to beat Jack, maybe they plan to kill the Batman Batterwitch?
And my heart ached ;;;;
He manages to convince himself that it’s the right thing to do.
Three years to the day since the death of London’s greatest mind, since the death of the world’s only consulting detective, since the death of the great Sherlock Holmes.
Three years to the day since the death of John Watson’s best friend, and the pain of it has not been dulled by a single passing moment. He is tired. So, so tired.
He looks out over the rooftops, out over London. Below him, the world moves on, takes no notice the small figure standing on the ledge of Saint Bartholomew’s Hospital.
Three years, to the day. It’s oddly poetic, if he were inclined to such sentiments. He tells himself that he’s doing what’s best – he hasn’t been the same since Sherlock died, hasn’t laughed and hardly ever smiles. Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson tried, at first. He’d invite John out for a pint, she’d bring him tea in the mornings.
Nothing helped. Eventually they got the message.
John moved out of Baker Street two months later. Found himself a small flat he was able to afford on his army pension and whatever money he managed to make at the surgery, on the days he decided to show up.
Sarah was understanding. She put up with him longer than he could have asked for.
Now he’s jobless. Nearly homeless. Living off of tea and crap telly to numb his mind. No one to miss him because he’s pushed everyone away and the only person who really mattered, John buried three years before.
He tells himself it’s the right thing to do. Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted him to, but Sherlock’s not there to tell him so. That’s the problem.
On the street below, no one takes notice of the man on the roof who spreads his arms wide, feeling the breeze telling of distant rain whisper against his exposed skin. He looks down – it doesn’t seem so far, I wonder if this is what he felt like, maybe I can ask him soon – takes a deep breath.
John Watson closes his eyes. Leans forward. Feels himself begin to fall-
-is violently snatched from behind, strong arms curling around his chest, yanking him back.
His savior doesn’t let go when they tumble backwards, landing hard on the building below them. John breathes deeply, evenly through his nose, does not open his eyes. The feel of those arms around his chest is oddly comforting, the scratch of wool on his cheek distracting, the scent of tea and unidentifiable chemicals familiar…
John opens his eyes, sees nothing but the sky thinly veiled by clouds. The arms around him remove themselves. His savior shifts.
Suddenly the sky is replaced by two pale eyes, half-lidded and grieving.
“You were going to jump after me,” Sherlock says. It’s the first time John can remember hearing the great detective say something so obvious.
The Empty House: (SHERLOCK SPOILERS)
Random bookseller who is definitely not Sherlock Holmes: Doctor Watson! Hi, hello, I’m a harmless old bookseller who’s just wandered into your house. Do me a favour and turn around?
Watson: Okay *turns around*
Watson: I have looked away for a sufficient amount of time, I guess I’ll turn back—
Holmes: SURPRISE I’M NOT DEAD
Watson: *faints delicately*
Holmes: Whoops, I forgot you had emotions.
