First my dad will start snoring and then he’ll stop but then my mom will start snoring and I hate my life and the next time I go on a vacation with my family, I’m sleeping in the car.

I miss this show so much.

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oliviaonthetrain:

arthnoldmanakatzaman:

thecakeisalive:

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whirligigfrenzy:

I love that look when Sherlock just realizes.

#It’s the nerves of steel bit that always gets me. #Because he says it #and there’s John looking completely innocent #in his jumper next to a police car #all tidy and non-assuming #And Sherlock can just look and know #’I just described John Watson. My new friend.’ #and there was no turning back at that point for either of them.

#it’s when Sherlock just thinks #My god. I’ve only known this man for a day and a half and he has just killed a man for me #And he’s so surprised because no one has cared about him that much or done such a thing like this #and it confuses him #he doesn’t understand

I was going to say something. But then I re-read the tags. And impersonated the gif.

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mad-man-with-a-scarf:

That awkward moment when you get shot by your wife

In front of your wife

Who then proceeds to try… and kill… your wife?

WELCOME TO DOCTOR WHO ENJOY YOUR STAY

We had this fun incident earlier when MY MOM TRIED TO GET ON MY LAPTOP WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER. We’re on vacation and she’s the only member of our family who does not have their own laptop, so she OBVIOUSLY has to use MINE (REALLY you could use Dad’s, it would work out better for you).

Um.

I had left Tumblr open in a tab. I hadn’t meant to, because I was afraid she would do this.

But luckily, my computer was being really, bizarrely slow today, so she had to ask me what was wrong with it and I was like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING let me look” and I managed to fix everything before she got on.

But.

Wow.

Was that a close call.

So. Today, we took a break from Orlando and went out to Florida’s east coast to visit some friends, theoretically so we could go to the beach while we were here. I kind of wanted to go back to Universal and just sit in Harry Potter World all day while I decided if I wanted to buy something, because I just really felt like I needed a souvenir. But the Wizarding World of Harry Potter makes me kind of sad. Because as real as it looks, as amazing as it is, it’s hollow. It’s like the act of trying to make it come to life has deadened it, you know? Proved, in some way, that no matter how hard you try to make Harry Potter real, you just can’t. And that makes me incredibly sad. I loved being there, and I was so impressed, and it’s got this great atmosphere, so it sort of sucks me in and I don’t want to leave, but leaving is, obviously, inevitable. So it’s just this big jumble of bittersweet, melancholic, heartbreaking, beautiful feelings that, in the end, left me feeling really, really hollow and sad.

Anyway, since our friends had driven all the way into Orlando to do that with us, we drove out to where they were staying near Cocoa Beach and were going to go do ocean things (which don’t really appeal to me at all, but whatever), but it was raining all day. I had a migraine when we got there, so it was actually pretty good that nobody tried to make me go outside, but we did get to sit around and talk, which was really nice since we don’t live near these particular family friends anymore and therefore do not see them except every couple of years. It rained the whole time we were there, so we sat inside and talked or sat inside and watched TV or sat outside and talked or sat outside and watched the waves roll in in the storm. It was a very peaceful day, for which I was grateful. We went to dinner at this cute little place whose name is currently escaping me, and when we were done, we said our goodbyes. The rain had finally stopped, and as we were leaving we saw this incredible rainbow, and then we got turned around and got a good look at the sunset.

I have never seen such a sunset.

The sky was yellow and orange and blue and green and pink and crimson and, good God, the most beautiful shades of purple. There were enough clouds left over from the storm that there were just layers and layers of different colors and all these cool shapes. When we were crossing the bridges that led us back to the mainland, it was hard to figure out what was water and what was sky. And even though it was most beautiful then, I kept watching it as the sun sunk farther behind the horizon, and eventually there was just this ridge of dark purple clouds with a broad line of orange fire underneath.

And this sunset managed, somehow, to get me out of my post-Potter depression, because it was so real. It wasn’t any less beautiful than anything you can read in a book, than any land you can create in your mind. It was the example of absolutely the best this world has to offer, and even though that particular, stunning sunset has ended, the sun sets every night. Every single night, without fail, for the entirety of Earth’s history, the sun has set. Some days are so covered by clouds that you can’t even see the sunset, but those days are the minority. And sometimes, the sunset is unremarkable even when the sky is cloudless, but even an unremarkable sunset is beautiful.

So a remarkable sunset, like the one tonight?

Magnificent.

So. Yeah.

It’s one of those things where we got to be best friends in middle school and we haven’t seen each other for like five years but WE ARE STILL THE SAME PERSON INSIDE.

Huzzah!

And sorry if you happen to follow both of us…that would be super redundant. Except I’m less interesting.