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So my darling welovesherlolly tagged me to say 5 facts about myself, so here goes
I alphabetize my tea index, first by brand, then by flavour.
The very first story I wrote was when I was five years old. It was about a fish who wanted to be a bird, and so he hopped out of his bowl trying to fly. He died in the end. lol…tiny Moffat, anyone?
I’ve never learned how to ride a bicycle. I learned how to drive a car when I was 8, but never learned how to ride a bike without training wheels.
I have the Periodic Table of the Elements memorized, not including lanthanides or actinides. I’m a nerd, lol.
I have recently started learning how to play the ukulele.
"OMFG!!! SALE ON DENIM SHIRTS!!!!!"
…from the local sickie:
lol…do with that what you will, I’m going to make more tea and go back to bed, but just wanted to throw that out there. :) Love you all, hope you are all doing well!
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So shipping Sherlolly automatically makes me homophobic? *eye roll commencing in 3….2….*
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Photo taken from outside of St. Bart’s Hospital.
(- Chapter 24, “I Told You So” by writingwife83)
His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
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but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!
sad, lost Sherlock.
I bet he was thinking here about going home, putting on some sad music, and eating his feelings.
Like what would have happened if John hadn’t gotten kidnapped? He would have been waiting for Sherlock at Baker St. Mrs. Hudson would have told him that Sherlock was…
Do you believe in love at first sight? There’s this man and I love him. At least, I think I do. I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s so intelligent it’s like he’s burning. And he’s so cool but not really. And he’s fit. Oh, he is really fit. And I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m a sensible girl, I always have been. I’ve worked hard to get the job I have and I’ve got plans but he just rides all over everything. It’s like I’m Molly Hooper, in control. ‘Little Miss Perfect’ as my mates call me. Until he walks into the room and then suddenly I’m this little mouse. He turns me into a mouse. [x]