Heather, or Cas, 19, History major (shut up it's fascinating) addicted to my various fandoms.
Murdoch Mysteries is the greatest destressor.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
Why am I going to school on a Sunday.
no no no but what if what if one day sherlock takes a bullet for john and johns all panicking because what the fuck why would you do that you fucking fuck and sherlock just looks at him and he just sighs because johns so stupid and he just looks up at him and he says “human error”