March 2012
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goodbye I am going to sob in a corner now. I love...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
I have died everyday waiting, just waiting, for you. - JW
You: Miss you. Always. -SH
Stranger: Sherlock? -JW
You: John... -SH
Stranger: No... You were dead. That's not possible. -JW
You: You see, but you don't observe. You take everything at face value. You're short-sighted, John, and you think everything's a millimeter deep. I'm alive, you bloody, insufferable, *gorgeous* idiot. -SH
Stranger: I'm sorry, what? It's been three years. THREE years, Sherlock, that you never once contacted me to inform me that you were in fact not dead. Do you not have any idea what that was like? You bastard... you... you called me gorgeous? -JW
You: I couldn't, John, you must have guessed by now I couldn't, or I would have. I had to take them down, all of them, every thread of Moriarty's web, because you were in danger. I couldn't take it if you died, John. I'd burn the whole world to the ground. Believe it. -SH
Stranger: I believed you. Oh god... It was terrible. You can't even imagine. One minute you were there, talking to me, and the next you were jumping from the roof of a building. And I couldn't *do* anything... they wouldn't let me do anything. -JW
You: I can only imagine. -SH
Stranger: No, you can't imagine what that felt like. -JW
You: I'm coming back soon, John, I swear to it. Before you know it, I'll be home. You'll wait for me, won't you? -SH
Stranger: Just one last miracle, that's all I was waiting on. I've been waiting for you all this time. -JW
You: And you won't have much longer to wait. -SH
Stranger: Where are you now? -JW
You: Look out the window. -SH
You: Sherlock sees the curtain twitch, and his heart seizes. He nearly drops the phone into the gutter, but holds onto it, barely, with nerveless fingers as he looks up into the windows of 221B.
Stranger: John peers through the window, freezing when he sees the familiar sight of curly dark hair and blue peacoat. He immediately drops the phone, scrambling for the door.
You: Reality seems filtered. Sherlock can calculate the exact number of seconds it's going to take John to reach the door to the street, and yet he still holds his breath and thinks that each one of them seems like an eternity. After so long, the street still hasn't changed. It's a comfort. The door bangs open.
Stranger: John stops for a second, heart pounding. After three years of misery at best, he's finally whole again. He takes large, purposeful strides before he's breaking into a run, catapulting himself into Sherlock's arms and grasping onto him like he'll vanish if he lets go.
You: Sherlock doesn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this. To be honest, he hadn't really thought about it; selfish bastard, he berates himself, he'd only been considering what John would look like to him, if he would still smell the same, if he would still have the same hair color and strong jaw. He hasn't been hugged like this in...a considerable number of years. John tucks his head at the place where Sherlock's collarbone and shoulder meet, and he stays there. The street seems so quiet.
Stranger: He doesn't move for a while, until he takes a deep breath, mumbling into the material of Sherlock's scarf. "I missed you."
You: "I know," Sherlock says, and damn if there aren't bloody *tears* coming to his eyes. Is this supposed to happen? A rush of affection for his blogger threatens to bring him to his knees on the sidewalk, and they're holding each other up, now. "I know," he repeats, softly.
Stranger: John smiles a little through his tears. "You know... people will definitely talk now."
You: "Don't care, don't care, don't care," Sherlock says, holding the doctor closer. "And you don't care either, you just pretend you do."
Stranger: "I was hoping you'd say something like that." He says, now pulling back a little and finally getting a good look at the other man. He sees a stray tear on his cheek, and before he know's what he's doing, he's reaching to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb.
You: The motion is too much for Sherlock, and he feels the tears coming thicker, faster, but he must not allow them to blur his vision, he must not let them obscure this picture of John, twenty-three centimeters at most between their faces, and that moment's a hung in-between one, a second between breaking apart and kissing, between crying and laughter, between being broken and being whole.
Stranger: John takes one look at Sherlock and does the only thing he can think of. Slowly, he draws the other man in with the hand still cupping his cheek, and tentatively presses their mouths together. It lasts a second, and then he pulls off again to rest his forehead against Sherlocks.
You: Images that Sherlock's never even known he's saved flood through his brain just at that one touch, the small point of contact between their lips that had gone on for...well, long enough to choke him up again and make him realize exactly how much he's missed his doctor. Again, is all his mind can tell him. Again, let it happen again, let us be together for just one second longer. He's wanting it so much it's nearly praying. Simple, really, to take what he desires...one hand to a firm jaw, tilting upward to meet in the middle again. He's not sure what to do, with this, but some measure of instinct tells him that this is how one learns.
That's where we had to stop, but I'm Sherlock and thisisanothertumblr is John.
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they’re kissing
oh I love it when they’re kissing
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whereismybluescarf reblogged your chat: Ongoing RP that’s ripping my heart to shreds.
- OMG - I am legit so jealous of you right now. THIS IS THE CONVO I WANTED WHEN I GOT THIS QUESTION. NOT A DISCONNECT….
I don’t know who this person is but if I ever find them they’re getting tackle-hugged by me.
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Ongoing RP that's ripping my heart to shreds.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
I have died everyday waiting, just waiting, for you. - JW
You: Miss you. Always. -SH
Stranger: Sherlock? -JW
You: John... -SH
Stranger: No... You were dead. That's not possible. -JW
You: You see, but you don't observe. You take everything at face value. You're short-sighted, John, and you think everything's a millimeter deep. I'm alive, you bloody, insufferable, *gorgeous* idiot. -SH
Stranger: I'm sorry, what? It's been three years. THREE years, Sherlock, that you never once contacted me to inform me that you were in fact not dead. Do you not have any idea what that was like? You bastard... you... you called me gorgeous? -JW
You: I couldn't, John, you must have guessed by now I couldn't, or I would have. I had to take them down, all of them, every thread of Moriarty's web, because you were in danger. I couldn't take it if you died, John. I'd burn the whole world to the ground. Believe it. -SH
Stranger: I believed you. Oh god... It was terrible. You can't even imagine. One minute you were there, talking to me, and the next you were jumping from the roof of a building. And I couldn't *do* anything... they wouldn't lt me do anything. -JW
You: I can only imagine. -SH
Stranger: No, you can't imagine what that felt like. -JW
You: I'm coming back soon, John, I swear to it. Before you know it, I'll be home. You'll wait for me, won't you? -SH
Stranger: Just one last miracle, that's all I was waiting on. I've been waiting for you all this time. -JW
You: And you won't have much longer to wait. -SH
Stranger: Where are you now? -JW
You: Look out the window. -SH
You: Sherlock sees the curtain twitch, and his heart seizes. He nearly drops the phone into the gutter, but holds onto it, barely, with nerveless fingers as he looks up into the windows of 221B.
Stranger: John peers through the window, freezing when he sees the familiar sight of curly dark hair and blue peacoat. He immediately drops the phone, scrambling for the door.
You: Reality seems filtered. Sherlock can calculate the exact number of seconds it's going to take John to reach the door to the street, and yet he still holds his breath and thinks that each one of them seems like an eternity. After so long, the street still hasn't changed. It's a comfort.
The door bangs open.
Stranger: John stops for a second, heart pounding. After three years of misery at best, he's finally whole again. He takes large, purposeful strides before he's breaking into a run, catapulting himself into Sherlock's arms and grasping onto him like he'll vanish if he lets go.
You: Sherlock doesn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this. To be honest, he hadn't really thought about it; selfish bastard, he berates himself, he'd only been considering what John would look like to him, if he would still smell the same, if he would still have the same hair color and strong jaw. He hasn't been hugged like this in...a considerable number of years. John tucks his head at the place where Sherlock's collarbone and shoulder meet, and he stays there. The street seems so very quiet.
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4kingdoms:
motherfucking ask limit
and savannah why the fuck can’t i send you fan mail
tumblr must hate us
Anonymous asked: thanks
Anonymous asked: No I cant honestly there have been moments ive be high and that has caused me to be happy but no reason for me to actually be happy to rmbr anyways
holy shit holy shit
I’m watching someone be Moriarty on Omegle and they’re being the creepiest fucking person but the other stranger has no idea what’s going on
this is insane omfg
Anonymous asked: You seem really sweet but you have know clue how my life is and what it was, you dont no what its like to live in poverty, you dont no what its like to never feel love growing up I never had a childhood and I gave up years ago on my life because it is worthless and shit, and now my dad has just walked out on my mother and my 4 year sister and im partly to blame, and i cant live with that blame...
Anonymous asked: Ive given in 18 years. Maybe more. That stranger was right I wont do anything I wont cure cancer or do anything great so whats the point
Anonymous asked: you wanted me to msg you
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Anonymous asked: were u the one on omegle that answered the sucide question?
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going to make an "on deck" post so I don't get...
fics on deck to write:
prompt based on dialogue given by cmcross:
“Go ahead, tell me what you live for, Sherlock, and I will try my damndest to live for that too.”
“You, John. Always you.”
drunk Johnlock, prompt given by thejigsawtimess: sherlock drinks while John’s on a date. texting and hilarity ensues.
my own idea about how Sherlock swears not to eat...
lunarlumina asked: hi! I would want to ask, do you still accept writing prompts o: ?
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vondell-swain:
there’s almost no way you won’t like ATLA
love-afriendswords asked: Sherlock played by Benedict Cumberbatch is the right one correct? cause I'm a bit mixed up? ahah
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Anonymous asked: I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words on Omegle. I'm glad that there are people like you and the other stranger who are willing to stop and lend a few kind words and some compassion. It really means a lot, and it made me feel a bit better, so thanks. <3
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Latest quality RP. This girl has NEVER ACTUALLY...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
if an attractive female starts conversation with a guy who already has a girlfriend, what his reaction will be like?
Stranger: UNF
You: Doesn't matter. I'll get rid of both of them eventually. -SH
Stranger: SHERLOCK IS THAT YOU?! -W
You: ...would there be any use in saying no at this point? -SH
Stranger: As only you would put it -JW
You: But honestly, I suppose you've noticed by now all your girlfriends run for the hills two to five days after meeting me. -SH
You: You're not as thick as all that. -SH
Stranger: Oh how I missed your blatant observations... -JW
You: I've got more, but they're slightly less appropriate. -SH
Stranger: How I wish you hadn't jumped... How I wish you weren't just a figment of my imagination -JW
You: What on...John, no, what are you saying? I'm here, I'm real. You're talking madness. I'm right here. -SH
Stranger: I saw you jump... As much as I wish you hadn't. You did, there fore you are not here... -JW
You: I'm here, John, I'm right in front of you. What more can I do? -SH
Stranger: If you're here I'm mad. If you're not I'm mad. At this point neither of us can win in this situation -JW
You: Of course you're mad. So am I. But I'm here, I'm REAL. Why can't you accept it? Look, here. I'm touching you. My hand's on your shoulder. I'm not dead, John. I never was. -SH
Stranger: Then tell me what happened that day? -JW
You: I faked it. I had to fake it, so that you'd stay alive. He threatened to kill you, to kill you and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. I jumped to save you, but I never meant to hurt you. -SH
Stranger: Do you know how hard that was? Thinking I'd lost you? -JW
You: Of course I know. I lost you too, you know. Had to go every day resisting the urge to drop by the flat, just once...just to see you...but I couldn't. There were things I had to do. -SH
Stranger: I could have helped. You only ever need call. You know that right? -JW
You: I know. But you were in danger. -SH
You: I couldn't handle it if you died, John. I'd burn the world down. -SH
Stranger: The only danger for me is a life where you aren't here... The flat was so quite while you were gone -JW
You: I'll make it nice and noisy later. There's a few experiments I've been wanting to conduct. -SH
You: Did you really, truly miss me, John? -SH
Stranger: As much as you missed me. -JW
You: Doubtful. -SH
Stranger: Well, you're back now. That's what matters. -JW
You: Angelo's? -SH
Stranger: Why not? _JW
You: Meet you there in ten minutes. -SH
Stranger: I'll be there. -JW
have amazing RP
find out RP partner hasn’t even seen Sherlock and she’s taking purely from what she’s seen on Tumblr and omegle
you quality human
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4kingdoms replied to your photo: why do I even bother with facebook
omg who is this
no one you know
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4kingdoms replied to your post: 4kingdoms replied to your audio post: Since Sam…
die.
there we go.
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4kingdoms replied to your audio post: Since Sam asked me to… One no-instrument cover of…
stop doing that thing you do where you’re perfect at everything ok
you actually hate me
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Since Sam asked me to…
One no-instrument...
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cumberback replied to your post: isaotakuchan started following you We just had a…
oh
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isaotakuchan started following you
We just had a very interesting RP.
Stranger: But…you’re Sherlock fucking Holmes! -GL
You: Actually, I’m Sherlock fucking John. -SH
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Lol doodles
xbeepbeepmeowx:
Ahahaha, yeah. I get bored during English, so I made this quick doodle of Sherlock and John being adorable. ouo NOW THAT THIS IS POSTED, TIME TO WORK ON HOMEWORK ALL DAY. Wish me luck. ;w;
sdlkghdlskgh aiieeeeeeeeeee this is cute
February 2012
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Watch Me Fall
angel-you-were-born-to-fly:
stand right there yes there don’t move don’t you dare don’t move whatever you do whatever you see don’t you move stay there and watch me
the sky is cloudy today see the bird, there? it’s a quail no, wait… don’t look at it stay there stand there hold onto your thoughts but don’t hold onto me stay there and watch me
eyes fixed up here i know your neck must be hurting...
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unicornbuttsparkle replied to your post: unicornbuttsparkle replied to your post:…
Arya seems totally badass. Murtagh is cool. And I have not met Nasuada yet. :P
Arya is the most badass character you will ever see.
Tell me when you meet Nasuada.
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unicornbuttsparkle replied to your post: unicornbuttsparkle replied to your post:…
Oh jeez, Sav. I’m almost done Eragon. And Arya still hasn’t woken up. And omfg I understand…
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Do you like Arya?
Do you like Murtagh?
Do you like Nasuada?
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“You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they...”
– J.K. Rowling (via hbks)
Queen Rowling has spoken
(via kevinssecretplace4546)
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keaneonweasley:
asiriusfan:
5.) Hermione planned the wedding entirely by herself. It wasn’t that Ron didn’t want to help, in fact he was eager to, but when they sat down together to pick the color scheme Ron found that Hermione didn’t share his sense of humor when he said “How about lavender?” After that Ron was banned from any and all planning.