what if tonight you were laying in bed really sad and lonely and then all of the sudden the fictional character you are in love with just knocked on your window like in peter pan and then you guys stayed up all night chattering and being best friends and cuddling
but all my favorite fictional characters are the bad guys
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JUST PRESS PLAY
It’s physically impossible for me to not reblog this.
this song man
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This is Jonathan Aris.
You may know him as the character everybody loves to hate:
And I think he deserves a little thanks, as an actor. Tumblr is filled with thank-you posts and “bless this posts” when it comes to Martin or Benedict, or Rupert or Mark. But Jonathan Aris has created a character Sherlockians love to see—if only to hear Sherlock’s comments towards him, and see his reaction.
Did you know he was in the original London cast of “Fame”?
Did you know he went to school for painting, initially? Or that he knows Italian and Russian? Or that he plays violin?
I’d just like to thank him for being a great actor, who plays a character that fans put so much hate towards.
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#it’s the night before #and he knows he will never see sebastian again
“Sir, I think you’ve drunk enough,” Sebastian said, eyeing his boss warily.
“Shut up, Seb,” Jim slurred, clutching the glass of wine. He was completely disheveled, his tie undone, hanging around his shoulders, shirt slightly unbuttoned, coat rumpled
“I really think you should—”
Jim sighed, leaning against the mantlepiece. “Seb, I want you to drink with me. Drink with me as if this is the last night we have on Earth.”
Seb rolled his eyes. “But it’s not.”
“Pretend it is, then.”
“Since when were you one for sentiment?”
Jim paused for a moment, his dark eyes glinting. “Is that what it is?”
“Looks like it.”
Jim stumbled forward and draped himself around the sniper. “Besentimentalwithmesebbie,” he drawled, his words running together in one long wine scented stream.
“I don’t do sentiment, boss,” he replied, peeling Jim off of him and taking a step back. This was too close for comfort. If Jim came any closer, especially in the state he was in now, Sebastian would lose control.
Jim watched his right hand man, a small flicker of…something behind the black eyes. If he didn’t know any better, Sebastian would have sworn that it was a flicker of sadness, but knowing Jim it was probably just a trick of the light.
“Of course you don’t,” Jim said, his voice slightly more steady. He walked toward his chair, swaying slightly, and sat down, gazing down at the dark red liquid in the glass. “You can go,” he said.
“Boss—”
“Good bye, Sebastian.”
~
The following day, Sebastian waited in the building for the text from the boss.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But it never came.
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that’s genius
The level of beautiful and intelligent creation in this fandom continually astounds me. ♥
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When people reblog everything I reblog
I begin silently loving them
and we start becoming friends
though they don’t know it
shh
you’re my friends
you have no choice
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