"You always doubt the wrong things, John. Besides. You’re the one interrupting my shower.”
"What exactly are you saying, Sherlock? What am I doubting wrong?
I’m conserving water. And I’m keeping an eye on you, Mr. I haven’t had any proper meals in four days.”
"Well. I can’t say this one is too flattering."
"I could think of a few that would be more so, but I doubt you’d be up for it. Just shut up and let me shower."
Thou givest fever when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever I’m afire; fever, yea, I burn forsooth
"He’s the kind of boy you want to take apart."
Gratuitous Greaserlock. It’s essentially 16k of mostly-porn. Warnings for underage sex between teens.
- Have you eaten in the last 4ish hours?
- Have you had something to drink today?
- Can you have something, even if just milk or water or cup’o’noodles or toast with something yummy on it, if you haven’t, please?
- If you have any injuries, can you please take care of them for me
- Also please take any meds if you should and haven’t, yet?
Whatever you have or haven’t done today just know you’re super strong and I am so proud of you
Okay you can go back to blogging now~ <3
Send a ‘!!!’ For my characters reaction to yours climbing into the shower with them
"It looked bigger in the photos…"
"The angle is everything."
Sylvia Brownrigg - Pages For You (via bluetahitianmoon) —
|"Since the day I left I see your face in every crowd."|
"Is that your way of saying that you miss me….?"
“Then what would you have me do? What can I possibly do, John, that will prove it to you?”
"I don’t know!" he shouted, finally losing patience. "I don’t know, and it terrifies me. Mary, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what on earth you can do to fix it. But I still care, and I can’t handle that.”
“This is what I am without you”
"What, a woman torn apart by her lies? About time they caught up with you."
Greg agreed immediately. As soon as they were out, he looked around for a cab. Seeing one approaching he raised his hand to call him. The driver parked next to them and Greg opened the door to his friend. They were ready to go. Once he told the driver their destination, he smiled to John. “I’m very happy to go out with you tonight.”
"I’m glad you’re glad, but I was a little concerned about the cause," he told him as they got into the cab. "It’s not like you to be so distant, you know. Has something been bothering you?" he asked, pausing from their conversation to give the address to the cabbie.
"I’ll admit I was rather surprised to receive your text. Is something the matter? I can assure you that what is said here shall be kept in the strictest of confidence."
"I know it. I also know whatever I say will go directly to Mycroft, but won’t go anywhere else," he told her, not backing down. "I just.. i needed to talk to someone, and the people I usually confide in are either not in the country, or, for lack of a better term, don’t have the security clearance."
"You’re not our housekeeper," he replied immediately. He could hear Mrs. Hudson’s voice in his head saying she wasn’t their housekeeper, either. Sherlock laid there for a while, thinking. He almost forgot John was there until he glanced to his left. “I’m not used to having a… roommate.”
"Someone has to be, since you won’t, and Mrs Hudson has got too much to do with her own place, and her hip," he reminded him, a little annoyed that Sherlock had gone back to annoying him. He got into these head spaces and John felt invisible for days. "I understand that. If you don’t want me around, you can always tell me to get out. I’m sure I could find somewhere to be if you want to be alone."
John, always a pleasure. A couple of months back - sorry about not informing you. Laying low, as one would say. How is civilian life suiting you?
Sorry, where are my manners… I’m just in shock. I didn’t think you’d be back for at least a year after the mess at the wedding. Civilian life is dull as all get out, leastways it had been up till a few weeks ago.
How are you? Everything alright?
From 13, that’s pretty good. Be back after work.