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A Disturbingly Accurate Portrayal of What Happens Every Time ‘That Gotye Song’ Starts Playing in the Car
Kyle Kaplan and Nick Braun, best known as Michael Bernstein and Cameron Jones of the short-lived ABC Family sitcom 10 Things I Hate About You, star as every single person on Earth when Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know” suddenly comes on the radio.
This video is the actual literal story of my life
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“The basement of Fynn’s Buchter is not a suitable place to be trapped for 5 hours.”
That was all Sherlock had said on the matter after Mycroft had rescued him.
Mycroft, however… had said nothing so far.
That in itself was enough to put up a red-flag in Sherlock’s mind.
It was nearly half-past three in the morning, and the elder Holmes boy was escorting is little brother home in the chauffeured family car.
It was one of the most awkward car rides Sherlock had ever had in his life… but it was certainly not the first. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either.
‘How many times has Mycroft saved me now?’ Sherlock wondered. Though he was quick to push that thought from his mind, having no intention of embracing the sharp pang of guilt that struck him when he thought about it.
The car slowed to a stop, and the Holmes boys slid out of the car together. Mycroft kept his hand firmly planted on Sherlock’s small shoulder, and by the strength of his grip, it didn’t seem like he planned to ease up until they were back inside.
Sherlock stomped up the steps petulantly as they made their way to the front door. He was desperately trying to inject some of their usual ‘routine’ into this whole (oddly tense) scenario… but the only result was his stomach dropping a bit when Mycroft still didn’t comment or chastise him.
He waited quietly while Mycroft unlocked the door, and ushered him inside.
Once there, Mycroft slipped Sherlock’s coat off his shoulders, and hung it up nearby.
“Mother expects you at breakfast. She will share her thoughts on your behaviour tomorrow morning.”
Sherlock nodded slowly, but didn’t speak.
He expected the sigh of his name. A disappointed head shake.
Anything, really… but his brother’s arms wrapping around his shoulders. He almost loomed over Sherlock with their height difference; it made the younger Holmes feel safe and suffocated all at once.
“…How do I keep you safe, Sherlock?” Mycroft whispered. It sounded like a genuine plea…
So the moment Sherlock felt tears stinging his eyes, he shoved his way out of his brother’s arms and walked toward the stairs. Defense - turn guilt to anger.
“You can’t… I don’t want you to.” He hissed quietly as he shuffled up the grand staircase and out of sight.
Mycroft remained on the ground, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs.
|| anotherbohemiansoul asked: Just wanted to say, I’m loving your kid!lock series at moment, it’s sheer brilliance! :D & I was just wondering, would you ever consider doing one of kid!Mycroft helping out or being all protective of his little brother? (Basically, just a bit of brotherly love)
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Hamish worried his lower lip with his teeth as Greg Lestrade held his small hand, quietly leading him through their offices toward the interrogation rooms. Something was wrong. Hamish knew something was wrong. The environment was somber and bleak; no one was talking, really. Some were clumped in smaller groups whispering, but seemed to stop when they saw him.
He couldn’t remember his heart ever beating so fast – and briefly wondered if there had been an experiment done at some point to determine if a heart could actually beat right out of someone’s chest…
They came to the doorway of an interrogation room and stopped. Hamish looked up to see his ‘uncle’ Lestrade looking right back at him. There were dark, tired circles beneath his eyes, and his eyes themselves were not a lively, sharp or bright. Not like usual. They were burdened, heavy with what appeared to be… grief?
He reached up, and rested his hand atop Hamish’s head for a moment, before rubbing his hair gently and ushering him inside the room without a word. Only a nod. The young boy was confused, but tentatively stepped in.
There was a single light on which provided a bit of light, a table in the middle of the room and two chairs. But he wasn’t alone.
His father was there… standing right beside the table. His posture was stiff, his face full of a kind of… internal pain… that Hamish had never, ever seen before.
Consequently, Sherlock’s detached demeanour was not the only thing that Hamish noticed wasn’t right…
“Wh… Where’s da?” Hamish whispered, eyes already welling up with fear as he wrung his small hands together anxiously.
Sherlock didn’t answer. Hamish could have sworn he saw his jaw clench; his eyes grow harder, despite the fact that his father, too, had liquid pooling in the ducts of his icy-coloured orbs…
Avengers AU | 1920’s
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we saved each other. we always saved each other. (x)