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His therapist calls them nightmares because he always wakes up screaming. He knows it’s not the dreams that make him him scream, though.

It’s waking up.

Martin Freeman…

Creepy as fuck = awesome  in my book.

“… What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Eeeeeheeeheheh. You said fuck — BABIES. SHERLOCK WANTS BABIES TOO.”

“Oh God, you do realise that’s not actually in the show—”

“What show? You guys are REAL. Look, I’m touching you right now.”

“Yeah about that, that’s kind of weird, and I told you my name is Martin you might have heard of me—”

“So what colour are your pants?”

“Jesus no, don’t touch that— GAAAHH!”

But if I ever actually did meet John I’d just ask him to punch me in the face. Or something.

I’m not weird what.

I’d probably be fairly cool if I met Martin. If I met Benedict, though…

“Excuse, ma’am…” *taps me on the head* “I didn’t catch your name. I do try to know the first name of each woman person who sucks my cock.” (Hey, I dunno what he’s into!)

I simply shrug and keep going. There’ll be time for all of that after he’s cum.

Now who’s the fucked up one? Is this a competition? I think you and I will get along just fine!

I’m totally following you now, but it shows up under my primary URL. 

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His therapist calls them nightmares because he always wakes up screaming. He knows it’s not the dreams that make him him scream, though.

It’s waking up.

Martin Freeman is getting real tired of your bullshit, rooyoo… I love you anyway, though! ♥

‘scuse me while I go flip out because you replied.

Martin Freeman can do anything he wants. All I’ll do is giggle creepily and pet his face.

“It’s okay Jawny-boy. I understand your-.”

“What are you doing?”

“Shh, shh. Don’t speak. I understand your pai-.”

“Stop touching my face! What is this bull-“

“I UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN.”

And now I’ll go run away. You are awesome <3.

You overestimate my awesomeness, I assure you.

“Jawn? Oh, god… Jawn! He’s not really dead, bb.”

“What? My name is Mart-“

*holding him by the shoulders, shaking him* “Oh, god, Jawn… Sherlock isn’t dead. My poor little hedgehog.”

“Stop shaking me. My name is Martin. John is a fictional char-“

*cradling his head against my chest and rocking* “Too precious for this world!”

“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to unhand me right thi-“

“Sh-sh-sh… Go to Sherlock and tell him you love him!”

“You do know we’re real peop-“

*sitting back, arms crossed* “You want me to recognize you’re real people? Fine, Martin! You go find Benedict right this instant, and you fuck him. You fuck him like he’s never been fucked before. I only pray Amanda doesn’t leave you for it. Oh, and one more thing…” *glaring* “You better give him a baby. HE WANTS A BABY, MARTIN!”

“Oh… um… well… Could we possibly go back to when you thought I was John?”

*smiling crazily* “Yes, Jawn. Do you really wear red pants every Monday?”

See? I’m not awesome… I’m creepy as fuck! I’m starting to think I don’t get enough sleep more often than not!

rooyoo reblogged your photoset: life-as-an-angel-condom: nowherenj: …

His therapist calls them nightmares because he always wakes up screaming. He knows it’s not the dreams that make him him scream, though.

It’s waking up.

Martin Freeman is getting real tired of your bullshit, rooyoo… I love you anyway, though! ♥