#i was gonna write more for sherly i swear 😭

[whiscey]

re: my post about liam and sherly being pretty

liam’s beautiful like a romantic, slow song. he’s pretty like the beams of sunlight that peek through your blinds in the morning, like that first clear day of spring where everything starts to feel alright again. he’s pretty in the way that everything he does is oh so gentle. and no, that’s not saying he’s weak or meek in any way (god knows he’s sassy when he wants to be. and i think we all know that he can more than just defend himself). it’s saying that, if given the choice to live the way he truly wants to live, liam would choose kindness every time. it’s saying that liam’s love for the people he cares about isn’t big or loud, and yet it’s still so obvious in the way he smiles so softly, or the way he says “sherly” like it’s a goddamn prayer, or the way his biggest wish for so long was that his brothers and comrades get to experience the beauty of the world he was striving for. it’s saying that despite everything, he dreams and hopes and yearns and feels, and yet he would choose to slowly burn himself and everything he wants if it meant keeping others warm. it’s saying that the real liam isn’t crime consultant william james moriarty, but the math professor who’s incredibly proud of his students, the brother who louis makes tea for every morning and who albert comforts when the guilt is too much for him, the partner who sherlock loved enough to jump of a bridge for, and the man who cried tears of joy when a little girl said “thank you” to him.

and sherly’s pretty like an indie rock song that you want to scream along to in the car. he’s pretty like a full moon, like late nights out with your friends where you forget about your problems for just a few hours, like the last snowfall in winter.