Reblog this and I will draw you a birdie based of your blog/url like this one:
the sky’s the limit, just kidding, the limit is May/10… uvu
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I went to Disney World yesterday for the first time since I was eight. Immediately I went to buy a Peter Pan cap. Pan has been my favorite Disney movie since I was two. After I found my cap and went on a few rides I went around looking for Peter. Once I found him I waited in line to get my picture, which probably looked odd seeing as I am sixteen years old and 5”8, standing in line next to a bunch of six year olds. Once I got up there, he saw my cap and said “Defending the park from Hook while I’m off duty?” I replied “yes, I hope I’m doing a good job!”
That was around the time he noticed the scars on my wrists. He kinda gave me a look in my eyes and said “you okay?” I told him, “well Peter, you’d know better than anyone how tough it is to grow up.” And he looked at me and whispered, “Neither of us are grown up yet. We might have gotten older over the years, but we haven’t forgotten what it’s like.”
Then he told me, “since we’re both from Neverland, and you’re my partner in crime, stand back to back with me, and cross your arms. We’ve got to do the signature pose!”
I know the guy who dresses up as Peter Pan for Disney doesn’t realize this, but all that he did for me in the five minutes I met him made me feel happier than I’ve felt in months. I felt like a child again, and feeling like a child is pretty great sometimes.
I’m not ready to grow up yet.
oh no im crying
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I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
They stared out the window at each other, confused. The man across was the first to give him a small smile. He opened the window and belted across.”Hi there!” The other man opened his window and grinned.
“Yeah, I figured I should move somewhere close to my college campus.”
“You go there too?”
“Mmhm, I hear it’s really nice there. More to offer in education.”
“It is, I think you’ll like it there.”
“So.. Um, what’s your name?”
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
Even though he was only eight, Sherlock knew a lot. And one of the things he knew was that he hated his family.
However, once he got to the one place he knew nobody would bother him at, he found it already occupied.
The first thing he noticed about the little blonde boy was that he had been crying. The second was that he was wearing a pair of unplugged headphones.
Said little blonde boy didn’t even notice Sherlock until he spoke up. “Why are you crying?” the future consulting detective asked.
The boy looked up, running his arm across his eyes. “I- I’m not,” he said.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes are red and puffy, and your nose is runny. You’re wearing headphones, but they’re not plugged into anything and you’re window is closed, so you’re trying to block a noise out. Probably fighting going on in your house. If it were just anybody fighting, you wouldn’t be this upset, so it’s probably family. I would ask again why you were crying, but it appears I’ve already figured it out.”
The blonde child looked up at the dark-haired one, sadness in his eyes replaced by astonishment. “Y-yeah. That was amazing!”
“I know, I’ve been told multiple times. Aren’t you cold out here?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Be right back.” Before the blonde child could protest, Sherlock had scurried back into his window. Just when he was sure the curly-haired boy wasn’t coming back, Sherlock emerged carrying a blanket and two mugs of hot cocoa. Setting the blanket down, he then handed the smaller boy one mug.
Surprised, the blonde took the mug. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “What’s your name?”
“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.”
The giggle that erupted from the other boy took Sherlock by surprise. “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, your name’s different. Mine’s boring. I’m John Watson,” the boy said, extending his hand.
Sherlock took John’s hand, shaking it. What neither of them knew was that throughout the years, shaking a hand would evolve into holding one.
IT GOT BETTER
every time I see this, there’s a new fic on it and I love it.
Nope. This post is too perfect. I will have to ask all of you to leave the internet.
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Tumblr: JOSHUA BRAND FOR AUGUSTUS WATERS
Me: Is this an actor? Theatre? Films? Television? What’s he been in?
Tumblr: I DON’T KNOW JUST GOOGLE IMAGE HIM JOSHUA BRAND FOR AUGUSTUS WATERS
Me: Oh. I understand.
(I am not casting the movie. I repeat: I AM NOT CASTING THE MOVIE. I have about as much say in casting as you do. I don’t know who this person is. I do not know if he speaks English. ALL I KNOW IS THAT HELLO SIR NO NEED TO BUTTON UP THAT POLO.)
I am actually laughing out loud.
Posts like this are examples of the things that make me wish John Green was my father.
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This is how you promote Doctor Who to other people. Because that was so perfect I think I shed a tear.
I don’t even watch Doctor Who, but I watched this and I laughed and damn near cried and fine, fine, fine, I think I’ve been converted.
There’s nothing I can say except that you need to watch this.
Yes, you. And you, too.
I am super picky about fanvid quality. This gets a thumbs up.
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