Because I need something to doSo Courtney (Willow-in-the-Wind), Kira (kira19982013) and I are in our school library studying, and for some reason the teachers are acting like complete Nazi's. Not even kidding. I don't know what they're planning but don't laugh, don't smile. don't clear your throat, don't even breathe loudly. I seriously just got 'the look of death' for coughing. I don't even know what to do. I was going to rewatch an episode of Sherlock but I think if they see me with earphones, they'll rip them out and burn them. And then kick me out. And I'll be forced to study out in the freezing cold. You'll find me on the ground like an ugly version of Anna when she gets frozen. BONUS: Comment by Courtney, who is sitting next to me- "What if someone farted"Yep.
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 20You stared at the door that you had slammed in Sherlock’s face, feeling bitter satisfaction spread through your chest. His face hadn’t changed when you had, clearly he had been expecting that reaction from you. Had you not still been furious at his previous actions, you may have been happy to see him. With a frustrated sigh, you leant against the door and slid down until you were slumped onto the hard panelled floor. You absolutely hated fighting with him, partly because it was very difficult as you were both incredibly stubborn, but mainly because he was usually right, as much as it pained you to admit. He would never cause an argument between the two of you if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, which was why you felt so puzzled and angry that he had decided a fight with you over your relationship with Jim. Your deduction skills were not that far away from Sherlock’s level, so what could he see that you couldn’t? Are you so blinded by false emotions that you