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When does the path we walk on LOCK around our feet?

When does the road become a river with only ONE DESTINATION ?

Death waits for us ALL in Samarra.

BUT CAN SAMARRA BE AVOIDED ?

Ind. BBC Sherlock || Est. 2015, Revamp 2020 || Written by Ozzy

#self promo .#edit .#bakerstreetramblings #sherlock rp

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❝—I truly feel horrendous for what my dog did to you, but in his defense, you did reek of chemicals. I could hardly get the smell out of my clothes.❞ His barely contained impish mirth quavers the mellifluous lilt of his voice; he had carried the indignant young man in his arms all the way across the campus and to the infirmary, after all.

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“In his defense?” Sherlock responded in a scoff. From what he’d experienced of the encounter, the stupid little bull terrier had unjustly attacked him- not only marking Sherlock’s high-end trousers with a foul piss stronger than any of the chemicals the student himself had been working with - but the beast also managed to carry out a completely vulgar and indecent act upon his leg (of which he would avoid detail). Not before biting sharply into his ankle when Sherlock tried to kick him off.

And that’s how he ended up in the infirmary, waiting for one of the campus nurses to gather whatever antiseptic could be found - because who knows what kind of disgusting hideous germs that canine devil carried.

“Should be defending yourself and the incompetent ownership and control of such a fiendish creature.” he prattled rather aggressively. He’d already been in a sour mood this afternoon, and their campus encounter had not added well to it. Nor did he have time for any of these useless waiting games and timely wastes.

#vxctorx #[ sherlock upsetty spagetti ]#. no one deceives like an addict ; v. uni .#;; first encounter

improviscd

dear all-of-my-muses-who-are-way-smarter-than-me-we’re-talking-genius-level-iq,

thank you for making me research the most random ass shit on the internet that is not going to come up again ever in my life except perhaps in another thread.

yours truly,

the mun.

(who’s brain is filled with random facts and information no one wants to hear but i somehow cannot forget now as hard as I try)

#[ Mac is the other place i spend my time at #seems like theres a lil theme here 0-0 ]#. out of experiments ; ooc .

@wildthiiing said: ❛ Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds. ❜ (from mycroft)

game of thrones . accepting .

The detective whipped around - from where he stood in front of the tall window looking out upon Baker Street, figure silhouetted against the curtains. And scoring eyes locked with his elder’s, a scrutinizing gaze. "I do hope you are speaking of your own mind, Mycroft." His brother’s name is emphasized. There's an annoyance that rolls off the tongue. A bold statement of wordless egotism. Superiority in a higher than thou feeling.

"As mine is perfectly ornate. And unnerved.” The detective continued pacing across the floor. Lowering himself into his chair. A hum to himself as he glanced over to the fireplace. The skull above the mantle. “I am not grieving." the last statement, that holds finality upon the matter. Says he is done with the subject. Before turning it around onto the other.

"Are you?"

#. interactions ; inbox. answered .#wildthiiing #wt.mycroft

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~ @bakerstreetramblings - Starter from Victor! ~

It was quiet in Baker Street as Victor made his way up the stairs, having just endured an inquisition at the front door from Sherlock’s landlady. Understandable - A man she’d never seen before showing up on the doorstep proclaiming to be an old friend. Naturally it provoked some suspicion. However, he’d eventually won her around and she’d allowed him access with a smile and promises of tea. He paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to compose himself and shake out any nervous tension. It had been many years since they’d last seen each other. Victor wasn’t sure what the reaction would be - Sherlock could have completely forgotten what he even looked like. That would make for an awkward reunion.

Hands smoothed over the front of his jacket before he cleared his throat and made his way into the living room, gaze fixing on the detective. “Sherlock Holmes.” A smile traced onto his lips. “Well, you haven’t aged a day.”

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The violin rings through the small flat building, a gentle sound, upon rough strings. Delicate fingers that play affectionately. Vibrantly in a soft, thoughtful tone. Masterful.

But between these notes, Sherlock can hear the muffled conversation. And thank God Mrs. Hudson was keeping clients out at the moment. So when he heard the soft creak - upon the third and seventh steps - thoughts flicker over to who might’ve coyly sweet talked their way past Holmes’ gatekeeper.

The music stops. Pearled eyes glance up from the bow. Connect with the long lost contact as they enter into the landing of 221b. A moment’s pause. Then he speaks.

“Ah, Victor Trevor.” A baritone hum, behind pleased words. The violin is lowered, returned carefully to its case. And the detective rises to stand. “Oh, really? You should tell Mycroft that one. He’s got his opinions.” the detective mused back at the comment. And then a sturdy slender hand sticks out in greeting. “I thought you weren’t in town until tomorrow.”

#awww yes ! this is so adorable #samhlaiocht #sml.victor #[ lol sherlock is attempting to be casual ]

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a game of thrones sentence meme

❛ Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid? ❜ ❛ Fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜ ❛ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❜ ❛ The things we love destroy us every time. Remember that. ❜ ❛ Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. ❜ ❛ What is honor compared to a woman’s love? ❜ ❛ Nothing burns like the cold. ❜ ❛ Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. ❜ ❛ Laughter is poison to fear. ❜ ❛ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. ❜ ❛ Life is not a song, sweetling. ❜ ❛ A bruise is a lesson. And each lesson makes us better. ❜ ❛ Sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot. ❜ ❛ There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❜ ❛ Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust. ❜ ❛ Some truths I did not bear saying and some lies were necessary. ❜ ❛ You win or you die. There is no middle ground. ❜ ❛ You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart. ❜ ❛ Is it so far from madness to wisdom? ❜ ❛ Everything is better with some wine in the belly. ❜ ❛ Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds. ❜

#. come at once if convenient ; meme .

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@bakerstreetramblings said: “Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.”

Jim hummed softly, his gaze flickering to the other for a moment before he let it wander again, his attention fully on the detective despite the appearance of indifference. “Is that what you think we’re doing, Sherlock?” He supposed it could be looked as taking different roads to end up in the same place, though he wasn’t sure anyone else would see it that way.

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“Mhm, not quite.” He hummed out the reply, Sherlock’s lips purse together. Hands, previously folded together, and resting under the chin, now rise and straighten, into their pondering steeple in front of the lips. “I’m sure your castle would be remodeled a bit differently.” he commented, sticking with the analogy. He’d been told before, how alike he and Moriarty are. Similar. But not the same. Not the exact same. That much was clear just by their career paths.

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