I'm a photographer. I'm a nerd. I'm a straight up fangirl in my mid-twenties, taking one day at a time and having my life constantly ruined by my OTPs.
I have many obsessions, but most of them are British, honestly. I post a lot of Sherlock… A lot of Sherlock. My blog will have NSFW stuff pop up, so just a heads up there. Feel free to say hi, friends! :D
this is the voicemail he left me? ?????????????????????
it’s very frustrating being a girl and trying to flirt with other girls like. you tell them, ur cute. ‘Aw thank you’ no. no i’m being gay with you. homo intended. damn it
Lord, that punch smarted. Greg sighed as he got back to his flat. His head (and more specifically, his eye) was throbbing like crazy. Good thing he had stuff in his freezer he could lay on it, because it was most definitely going to bruise if it hadn’t started to already.
Amazing how a calm night at the pub watching an Arsenal game could turn so crazy. Pub brawls happened all the time, of course. He’d broken up many before, and had been an on duty cop for them in the past, so he was no stranger to them at all. He couldn’t say, though, that he’d been one of the brawlers in quite a long time. He must’ve been no more than twenty the last time he’d been involved. He was getting too old for this shit.
He winced as he turned his kitchen light on. The brightness was sensitive on his pained eye. He sighed, closing them to give himself a moment to readjust, before heading over to his fridge. He dug around in the freezer until he found a bag of frozen corn that was just about perfect for the wound. Tugging it out, he made his way to the living room and collapsed on his sofa. Leaning his head back, he held the bag over his eye, closing them and letting the chill wash over him and start to numb the pain.
He had a date tomorrow, too, to top everything off. Bloody brilliant. He was a DI, sure, but this wasn’t work related and it was a bit ridiculous. Plus, the man he was going on a date with the most observant man in all of England, so there was no avoiding his piercing gaze or trying to fabricate a scenario. He sighed. Lovely.
Side one: Pictures of Starbucks and girls who have dip-dyed hair
Side two: People crying over fictional gay couples
Side three: genuinely fucked up people looking for support and a place they don't have to hide. An escape.
Side four: porn.
Side five: BANDSBANDSBANDSBANDSBANDS