briannacherrygarcia:

bigbronzeelephant:

boneses:

a 39 second cosplay skit that receives a standing ovation.

once you watch it, you’ll understand why.

THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES AND I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS MADE ME CRY BUT DAMN

Oh my god I smiled like an idiot. XD

syupon:

(sh) (p)

‘This is how I want you to remember me. The woman who beat you.’

zanelle-beatlelover:

shooting-stetsons:

benedictatorship:

timelordy-teganbreann:

 #this cosplay gives me feelings

THIS IS A COSPLAY?!

THIS IS THE BEST FREAKIN’ COSPLAY 

EVER

#oh fuck #write me the fic #in the meantime i’ll just continue to stare in awe #it looks like University!Sherlock #skipping class because it’s dull and he can’t be bothered when there’s other more interesting things going on #or maybe he’s waiting for john #john who’s good and stays in class like he should but will always find sherlock afterwards #or maybe #oh god #maybe john just told sherlock he’d signed up for the army and now he’s thinking #thinking of how to keep him safe and bring him home #it’s the least he can do after john’s done all the same for him #auuuugh /feels #are we even allowed to speculate on cosplays or #jesus christ thank god for tags

we are now

Sherlock was bored. Terribly bored. None of these horrid professors knew how to entertain Sherlock for more than ten minutes. His mind would wander, his foot would jiggle, and he would get the mad desire to begin asking the instructor about who she had been shagging the night before.

John, however, didn’t seem to want him to do that anymore, after the Biology professor had narrowly missed Sherlock’s head with a stapler.

Now Sherlock was skipping class, fingers steepled under his chin as he contemplated. John would be sitting in a stuffy old lecture, taking notes right at this moment. How dull it must be, to conform to school rules. This was so much more peaceful. How could anyone stand being shut up inside a classroom for hours on end, having someone prattle on about a subject they would never use?

Sherlock’s head rested against the thick branch of one of the only trees on campus. It was quite comfortable, for his top half at least; his feet strained to keep hold on the other half of the split tree. He didn’t mind, though. It was better than trying to lie on the grass. Ants crawled all over you that way, and this campus was famous for its flaming fire ant bites.

A bell tolled, signalling the end of the school day. Sherlock sighed, closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to move from this spot until John found him with whatever urgent news his roommate had clearly just received. The others attending this college simply weren’t worth fighting against to reach his dormitory, and John would find him eventually.

After half an hour, he heard a sharp exhale.

“Sherlock, what the hell are you doing up a tree?”

“Ah, I was right. You would come find me.” Sherlock unfolded himself from the tree, dropping gracefully to the mulch. “Now, what were you going to tell me? There’s a letter in your hand; the mailman was asking for a John Watson, I heard him when he walked by me.”

John shook his head. Sherlock was always a step and a half ahead of him. “I’m… Sherlock, I’m signing up for the Army. Afghanistan. I… I won’t even be able to finish out my semester here. I’ll end my week, and I’ll be gone.”

Sherlock’s eyebrows knitted together. This wasn’t possible. John was the only one on campus he could stand for any length of time. The only way John was leaving for Afghanistan was if Sherlock was going with him.

rayitastic:

We FINALLY cosplayed X-men last weekend! *_* We did the jumpsuits and casual clothes. I don’t have many pictures yet, but it’s McFassy Day, so have a little preview! <3