Friendly reminder that John was jealous of Irene. And Janine. And Moriarty. He’s also probably jealous of Sherlock’s violin. Of the bloody kettle when Sherlock touches it. But John didn’t give a fuck when Mary invited her ex to their wedding.
I reblogged this earlier today, but it’s SO IMPORTANT
Pausing in the middle of a fic because you can literally feel the waves of second hand embarrassment when your OTP does something stupid
The only hobbits you like are Fili and Kili? Well you are in for a real treat with the next movie.