Every Day Tis A New Day

It is a morning at the end of December, 2018.

solitarycyberist:

Your father comes into your room. “What have you been doing?” he asks. “I haven’t seen you for hours.”

"I was having a Sherlock marathon," you tell him, and he nods, unsurprised.

He glances to where the four seasons of Sherlock are stacked beside you. “Did you watch all twelve episodes?” he asks.

Wild-eyed, you hold the Christmas mini-sode aloft. “No, sir. All thirteen.

(Source: kittandyorkey, via valiantelf)