"Queen and Country," My Cockhead.
I think I love you.

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog:

sadistsherlock:

…Why are you telling me this?

Thank you.

You’re an idiot.

No I’m not, you cock.

matociquala:

izzylobo:

This is, in fact, the best stage direction in the history of plays.

I disagree, but only because history also offers us Ben Johnson’s [The puppet takes up his garment.] and Christopher Marlowe’s [Stabs. Stabs again.]
And Shakespeare’s [Cleopatra applies the asp.] and [Enter Rumour, painted in tongues.]

matociquala:

izzylobo:

This is, in fact, the best stage direction in the history of plays.

I disagree, but only because history also offers us Ben Johnson’s [The puppet takes up his garment.] and Christopher Marlowe’s [Stabs. Stabs again.]

And Shakespeare’s [Cleopatra applies the asp.] and [Enter Rumour, painted in tongues.]

thestorytellerrichardbrook:


Eyyyyyyy

Eyyy

Eyy

Eyyyyy

Eyyyyyyyyy

Ey

Eyyy


Eyyyyy

What did you put in that bloody tea?

psychoticriminal:

bossmademestartablog:

psychoticriminal:

bossmademestartablog:

psychoticriminal:

bossmademestartablog:

psychoticriminal:

"Which one?"

"Roofies…" The room briefly spun as he readjusted his position against the doorframe. "More than one?"

"Yeah. Just two, don’t worry." Jim walked up to him and kissed his jaw. "I would suggest you to sit down, darling."

Sebastian lazily slapped Jim away, his palm connecting with Jim’s chest as he stumbled past.

"Was this a test of my ability to recognize poison, my loyalty, or the effects of roofies on humans?" he asked.  He dropped onto the sofa.

"All of those plus, I was really bored and didn’t know what to do with those pills." Jim smirked and shrugged, sitting next to him. "Whoops."

Sebastian’s head lolled to one side so he could level a heavy-lidded glare at Jim.

"Why did you have them in the first place?"

"Why shouldn’t I?" Jim chuckled as he stared at Sebastian like he was some kind of science project.

"You said you," he paused to blink, coming out of the fog with a nauseating roil in his stomach, "you didn’t know what to do with them."

moriartystailor:

bossmademestartablog:

moriartystailor:

MK looked up from where she was waiting for Irene Adler as Sebastian Moran walked into the room. She quickly lowered her eyes again, pulling out her phone, hoping he would take the hint and ignore her.

There was no one in the room but that cute tailor.

"Oy," he said, sitting gingerly next to her. "I haven’t seen you lately."

Mercifully, no, she thought.
Not bothering to look up, she replied dismissively, “I suppose not.”

"It’s a shame how much you dislike me. You’re missing out on good conversation, at least."

He checked his own phone. One text, from the boss. Of course.

I think I love you.

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog:

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog:

sadistsherlock:

…Why are you telling me this?

I meant for the information.

I’ll thank you when you’re sure.

You don’t want me to tell you.

I love you too.

Thank you.

moriartystailor:

MK looked up from where she was waiting for Irene Adler as Sebastian Moran walked into the room. She quickly lowered her eyes again, pulling out her phone, hoping he would take the hint and ignore her.

There was no one in the room but that cute tailor.

"Oy," he said, sitting gingerly next to her. "I haven’t seen you lately."

I think I love you.

sadistsherlock:

bossmademestartablog:

sadistsherlock:

…Why are you telling me this?

I meant for the information.

I’ll thank you when you’re sure.

You don’t want me to tell you.

headlikeanorange:

A peregrine falcon (Wild Arabia - BBC)

headlikeanorange:

A peregrine falcon (Wild Arabia - BBC)

mvninn:

Krar Woodwatcher.

mvninn:

Krar Woodwatcher.