atleast i dont say eargasm when i hear a good song
There’s nothing I find funnier on Sherlock than the fact that Anderson imagines Sherlock as being this suave, sexy, cool bamf who catwalks around kissing girls. When in reality he’s an adorable little gay sweetheart who folds napkins, blows things up by mistake, flails around, and glues pictures of John’s head to things.
how did steve and nat walk around that mall with just a hoodie and not get recognized i mean if i was in that mall i would have been like “do you smell that? i smell freedom. i smell steve rogers”
[eagle screeches in the background]
My Steve senses are tingling