#I’ve just noticed #Sherlock’s little tremble #the gun shakes in his hand #nononojohnwhatareyoudoing #and that look #the fucking look of fear #his whole face softened #he’s panicking again #ugh i just keep watching it #can we not #asdfghjkjhgfdsasdfghjhgfdsa
That last 3 frames before the loop. HOLY FUCK.
Do you SEE how young and utterly unprepared for this he is?
This is the boy Mrs Hudson sees, the teen Mycroft can’t help but be frustrated by, and the man inside the machine John would die to protect.
Because Sherlock, in his way, is so very vulnerable, even if he never sees it. Or more, chooses to hide this vulnerability even from himself.
So very unprepared to deal with his own humanity.
His own emotions.
And right here, we can see that vulnerability, that emotion plainly and so obviously.
That last 3 frames?
They break my damn heart.
John is actually prepared to die for him. This is an experience unknown to Sherlock.
He has no idea what is going on here. That slight tilt of the eyebrow gives him away.
He has had to live most of his life without friends.
And for Sherlock to experience what friendship truly means, it is heartbreaking really.
These men can fucking act, let me tell you.
OH MY GOD
It’s not creative enough.
But it IS creative.
green is NOt a creative colour
is that John Green
GUYS IT EVEN SAYS THE JOHN GREEN COLLECTION OH DEAR GOD
Is this real life
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
"Perfect for drawing on your face or signing 150,000 books"
It got even better
how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
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