no more ashes...just dust...

wh0lock:

katestarshipp:

sofuckingchuffed:

jimjammoriarty:

Jim Moriarty and I get married and live in 221C(?!) Baker Street and live next door to Sally Donovan. I am an IT worker having an awful habit of using too many nicotine patches. Unfortunately I die by being blown up, most likely from my husband.

HAH.

^^^ Sounds about right, if you’re marrying Moriarty XD

I will marry Jim Moriarty and we will live in Baskerville Hall and live next door to Sally Donovan. I’m a Detective Inspector and I always upset Mummy. I’ll take the wrong pill and consequently die.

I’m going to marry Sherlock Holmes (I screamed when that happened xD) as we live in 22 Northumberland Street, while still living near dear old Mrs. Hudson. I, of course, am working as a … Member of the Homeless Network? Wat. That was not expected seeing as how I have a place of residence but OKAY. I unfortunately have the nasty habit of leaving body parts around the flat, and am going to die by having the heart burned out of me. SUPER DUPER SOUNDS GREAT MY EXISTENCE WOULD BE AWESOME.

I will marry Irene Adler (but I suppose that’s a civil partnership). I will live in Afghanisation next door to Mrs Hudson. I’ll be an army doctor who knows nothing about the solar system. And I will die by taking the wrong pill.

I’m going to marry Sherlock (I think I can live with that). We will live at 221 Baker Street. Sally Donovan will live next door (well it can’t all be good can it..). I shall be a consulting detective like my husband and like him, I use too many nicotine patches (Sherlock hates having to go to the shop to buy more because I’ve used them all up). I supposedly die in the Reichenbach fall..but I guess only time will tell on that one.

(Source: breathingsboring)