watching: breaking bad

reading: should be reading my EE book, the scorch trials

listening: neutral milk hotel

anticipating: s4, shspesh, wtnv concert

this blog's queue runs from 12 to 12. blogging may be sporatic.

i’m done with this bbc bullshit i’m so sick of angst

send me happy unilock headcanons and fluffy johnlock because john and sherlock are in agony in this universe, but are happy in another one i swear

aconissa:

professor!john completely ignoring sherlock during his lectures, not looking at him once despite all of sherlock’s attempts to get his attention, making sherlock more and more desperate and frustrated until he’s squirming in his chair and close to whining, and then the lecture ends and everyone leaves the room and sherlock scrambles out of his seat and rushes to john who’s leaning against the podium smugly and sherlock just gets right on his knees and startes nuzzling and mouthing at the bulge in his trousers

if you send me johnlock headcanons, i will draw a cute as heck pic of you

pls

balletlock headcanons: unilock accepting an invitation to go “dancing” with some kids from his dorm, dropping his jaw in horror when they get to the club and everyone is grinding in a flurry of sweat and passion and flashing lights, and furiously checking his mind palace for the oxford dictionary definition of “dancing” just to double check that he wasn’t going insane

balletlock headcanons: when he was little, sherlock used to pronounce the word “ballet” with the “t” at the end. mycroft never corrected him, thinking sherlock would embarrass himself.  however, everyone thought it was absolutely adorable and cooed at the curly haired five year old’s babbling about “my favorite thing in the world ever, ball ET!”. then, sherlock would wink at mycroft and mycoft would curl his nose in irritation, knowing that sherlock was saying the word incorrectly on purpose to win the everyone’s admiration and attention

balletlock headcanons: sherlock staying up until the early hours of the morning, reading the book he checked out from the library about the origins of the russian ballet

balletlock headcanon: one year, the grade 7s did “little  drummer boy” for the winter recital. sherlock sent a rose backstage to the one boy in the performance, dressed as a young soldier

i feel asleep in the car the other day and dreamed of balletlock headcanons lmao