SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP
Cut this bar of chocolate into discrete pieces, but do it discreetly so nobody knows we have it.
You’re welcome. Now use it.
Here’s a visual-learner mnemonic: in “discrete,” the two “e”s are separated by another letter — they are discrete “e”s.
In “discreet,” they have put their heads together, whispering to each other so as not to catch the attention of any other letters — they are being discreet.
that is so smart.
This is from something called the Latin Post, so I’m not sure how legit it is. http://www.latinpost.com/articles/10090/20140405/bbc-sherlock-season-4-spoilers-what-next-moriarty-janine-dr.htm
It may actually turn out to be S4 spoilers, so I’ll put it below a cut.
It’s completely fake; they don’t even have Molly’s name right, and Dr. Frankland is dead. Loll..
In their duo, Sherlock is the brain, John is the heart, yes?
Sherlock’s problems are in his heart (sociopath, not caring)
John’s problems are in his head (the psychosomatic limp, post traumatic stress disorder)
In the time they were together they sort of “fixed” each other. Sherlock made John’s limp go away and John helped to coax out Sherlock’s more human side.
These two are just lovely little puzzle pieces. Platonic or not, they’re just such SOULMATES.
if Mrs Hudson hadn’t let the nurse client upstairs, stag night would have ended with John and Sherlock writhing on the floor, sliding their cocks together through Sherlock’s spit-slicked hand and giving each other sloppy, panting kisses
yes, and then they wouldn’t have learned about the mayfly man, and then jonathan small might have killed major sholto before sherlock could solve the case.