I went to a Guns n' Roses concert.
My life is complete.
Doyle Canon: This is Dr. John Watson. He has managed to have multiple love affairs on three different continents. He is a love machine. A sex god, if you will. Able to woo multiple Victorian ladies.
80% of Sherlock Holmes Adaptations: This is Dr. John Watson. He looks like a hamster.
everyone has a silly little 70s man thats Theirs. tell me in the tags who your silly little 70s man is
True story.
seeing pictures of rock stars in the 70s always gives me at least one of these three reactions:
gender envy
i want that (insert item of clothing here)
hnhnhnh pretty
Shots by Peter Mazel on November 22nd 1974 in the Netherlands.
Repost if you actually like the song I’m in love with my car.
Here are some “feel good” queen video links:
freddie playing with mary’s son
“FACK OFF!!”
brian plays the game
O_O
OOOOOOooooHHHhhhh
“does that make sense, honey”
“oh don’t be so fucking ridiculous”
we are a complete mess
drunk roger
“i hate talking to people like you”
freddie’s first video footage
please stop me now
queen in japan + messages
“um”
“rEaDy frEdDiE?”
“not mine but very beautiful”
freddie playing the drums while roger plays the guitar
google doodle
deacy’s laugh
roger’s 37th birthday
interview with bob harris
one vision extended version
chaotic bri
roger covering for freddie
“yOu mUsT bE jOkinG”
roger and freddie = bffs (this includes so MANY good videos)
“i mean he’s just a white rapper from florida with a funny haircut.”
guitar tutorial presented by the one and only bri!!
“i’ve lost my shoe”
“roger, what did you do?”
brian playing his guitar solo in the borhap set
in japan
roger’s godly falsettos
swearing
brian being a sweetheart
disco deacy
recording “we are the champions”
borhap operatic section but with only roger
1977 rock the world backstage part 1 part 2
deacy’s A level bass riffs
queen as vines
brian and gwil
brian recording the borhap boys’ “we will rock you” performance
anita fangirling over gwilym as brian
queen + introductions
deacy chewing
“ALL DAY LONG”
“yeeEEEEHAAAAWWW”
references in cartoons
jim moriarty x reader
Summary: You have a nightmare, but the consulting criminal is there to calm you down.
Warnings: it's angsty at the beginning, but turns into comfort/fluff at the end, death (not really though, just in a dream), gun usage
A/N Hello! It's just a small piece I wrote after not writing any fanfiction for 7 years. I hope I did our dear Jim justice. Let me know what you think! Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.
You watched as he pressed the gun against his scalp. A smirk evident on his lips, like he wasn't bothered in the slightest by what he was about to do. Your heart raced, panic was written all over your face. No. This is not happening.
"Jim!" You tried calling his name, but he didn't hear you. You tried louder and louder, but it was like you weren't even here. Like you were just a ghost.
You wanted to run to him, to do something, but some kind of invisible force was holding you back. You couldn't get closer. You couldn't stop him.
Before you could yell out his name again, it happened. He pulled the trigger, a loud noise from the gun firing hit your ears and his body fell motionless on the ground, blood pooling around his head.
"No..." A whisper fell from your lips. Your hands were trembling, your heart squeezed.
"God, please no." Sobs started to rack your body, as knees your hit the hard ground beneath. The world around you began to fade. This is not happening...
You wake with a gasp, your eyes shot open. Despite the immobilizing panic your eyes quickly scan the room you're in and you recognize it as yours and Jim's shared bedroom. It was just a nightmare. Your eyes and cheeks were wet, and it felt as if your heart was about to jump out your chest. Despite the slight relief of realization that what you saw was indeed not real, you just couldn't calm down. You needed to see him.
Just when a thought of searching for Jim crossed your mind, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump a little. You looked up, your frantic gaze meeting his concerned one.
He was still dressed in his day clothes, indicating that he probably didn't even went to sleep that night, even though it must be awfully late by now. Still, it wasn't a surprise, as Jim's sleeping patterns were a complete mess. He was either going over business with his clients or conveying orders to his employees or planinng his next move. His mind almost never stopping, which resulted in the man rarely getting any sleep at all.
His brows were furrowed, dark eyes scanning your face. Assessing your state it seemed obvious that it was a nightmare that has shaken you up so much.
"Hey, it's ok. It's ok." He spoke softly, his distinguishable accent pouring from every word. He sat down on the bed beside you and took you in his arms. You pressed your face into his chest, hearing his heartbeat; a clear indicator of him being alive. Your arms came around him, and you inhaled deeply, trying to calm down. The slightly faded scent of his cologne has grounded you further.
"I'm here." He said as he left a small kiss on your head. Seeing you in such a state bothered him. The sight made him frown. Many thought that Jim Moriarty didn't feel anything, that he was heartless. And while it is true for the most part, you were the exception. The only thing that mattered in the long run. You were partners in crime, most of the time; literally.
He propped his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing your back in a calming motion. Finally all the emotions started to slowly evaporate. Your heart rate started going back to normal, as you soaked in Jim's touch, his warmth, his scent, his whole being.
You were the only person who's distress bothered Jim. You're his favourite person afterall. The only equal in this world full of ordinary people. And he will always be there for his one and only other extraordinary person.
Coma, Don't Cry, Welcome To The Jungle
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐍’ 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?