There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.
This is why its canon.
If John had been the one to go, Sherlock would have lapsed into self-destruction. First with cases, the risks seem insignificant. Every hand plays close to the bone… and soon after, drugs. Everything faster and harder then before. Keeping the pain at bay in double, triple doses. Until something has to break.
Just as someone untethered.
So John, without Sherlock, sinks. In stoicism and silence he falls slowly, almost forgotten. No one would notice it, this silent implosion. He crushes only himself.
I HAD THIS EXACT THOUGHT TODAY
OH MY GOD
By the way, who taught you how to dance?
HAHA wow these paintings turned out a lot more serious business than I had intended… but anyway I had this idea and TUMBLR…. YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU WANTED THIS, but you totally do. RIGHT? Yes? EHEHEHEHE
Follow me on Twitter for great justice also let me know if you guys want prints OR IS IT TOO WEIRD
Mother of God. o_O
yo dawg i heard you like homos so i drew you some homos watching homos so you can watch homos watch homos while being homo
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