dearjimmoriarty:

maskedfangirl:

The entries have been counted, the random number generator has been consulted, and the winner is…

(pause to build suspense)

(dramatic mandolin to build suspense)

… dearjimmoriarty!

dearjimmoriarty, please step up to the stage so you can face off against Billy Crystal in hand-to-hand combat for a small golden statue! If you lose, you will be buried in the clothes you wore to the event.

(I’ve never actually watched the Academy Awards, but I imagine this is how it works.)

(Really all you have to do is reply to the ask I sent you.)

Oh my GOD! 

I NEVER win things like this!!!

I interrupted the Oscars—an unforgivable offense—to tell my parents I’d won something on the internet NO MOM, SOMETHING LEGIT and when I told them I’d won an original Sherlock drawing by a really talented fanartist, my dad goes, “Oh, you should request a threesome! Sherlock, John, and Moriarty!”

Silence. 

“A…threesome, dad?”

It was like the time he told our neighbors that I was spending the summer “doing an intern” when what I was doing was, in fact, an internship. 

I’m actually a bit sad because I thought for a minute that my dad had an OT3.

My sides hurt from laughing. I’m sorry. (I know that oblivious foot-in-mouth condition all too well. Suffer from it myself.)

But YAAAY I’M EXCITED TO ART A THING FOR YOU!