I've got a Bakewell heart

About me:
The name's Crystal. I'm a female-identifying pansexual with a whole lot of love to give. My love affair with red velvet cake is the stuff of legends. Life goals? To live in a house designed for cats and run a sweet-ass tearoom.


WORD OF WARNING: I just wanna let you know that some of the content on this blog is NSFW. That's just how I roll, and have no shame in it. Enjoy or despise it. The choice is yours.

brain-food:

THE WORLD’S END TEASER TRAILER

The third film in Edgar Wright’s trilogy of comedies.

Woooaaahhh. Just started reading another John/Sherlock fic, barely cracked the surface of it. More of a gentle tap-tap, really. But this-this…I don’t know how to explain it. Agh! It felt like a ummmm reverse whirlpool of emotion took me over and warm tears starting welling up, making my eyes and heart ache. I love this pairing so much — SO MUCH that it hurts to breathe and sometimes all it takes is a line or gif or graphic or song or hell just an image that pops into my head, and I’m reminded of how powerful — how brilliant, fierce, dangerous, lovely, perfectly unperfect their relationship is — how much they mean to one another and it…God, it fills me right up.

thisissignalfire:

Those looks.
The way Sherlock is watching John as he’s buttoning up his jacket. He’s not looking at his own reflection, he’s looking at John.
And then John’s eyes flick over to him.
That’s a pretty intense look, boys.

*HIDEOUS WAILING SOBS*

thisissignalfire:

Those looks.

The way Sherlock is watching John as he’s buttoning up his jacket. He’s not looking at his own reflection, he’s looking at John.

And then John’s eyes flick over to him.

That’s a pretty intense look, boys.

*HIDEOUS WAILING SOBS*

(via areyoutryingtodeduceme)