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sweetlittlekitty:

Sherlock let go of John’s face to pull him in against his chest. John let go of Sherlock’s coat. He lifted his chin to Sherlock, wetting his lips. Sherlock leaned down and kissed him, tugging the edges of his coat around John’s back.

The wind blew down another shower of cherry blossoms. Sherlock pulled John closer against him, his lips sliding over John’s.

Commission for the always amazing holmesianpose :) Another one based on chapter 9 of her lovely story “Thirst”, which you should all read here !

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casteilnovak:

I think we need to clone him for future generations.

Why? I’m pretty sure that when Death comes for him, Christopher Lee will be waiting with a knife, and I’m not betting on Death in that fight.

Are you kidding? Mr. Lee and Death are old drinking buddies.

Christopher Lee just stabs Death and there’s a beat before Death goes “HEEEEYYYY how the hell have you been, you old bastard” and hugs him, the knife still buried in his back.

(Fuente: zingari-mun)

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