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and then he tries to hang out with people and is reminded why he hates them WAIT THAT’S ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
But wait. All this tweed, and lapels on the waistcoat, and a PLAID tie. Imagine Mycroft in a plaid tie… then open your eyes, and realize that no, that actually has already come to pass. And then, just to underline his festive spirit, fluffy pocket square. This is him in party mode. He’s celebrating, and he did not invite you. HE IS THE FUCKING ONION. “He doesn’t need you - he doesn’t need ANYONE!” He had to beat several people off with sticks just to get some alone time.
Marmosette, have I told you that I love you lately?