you did see that.

––––– you gave me everything I could ever want. you were my whole world. being mary watson was the only life worth living. thank you. indie rosamund mary watson from bbc's sherlock. not canon-divergent, but features divergent aus. written by allison. est '14. mun is twenty two.

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                         love, like art, must always be free.

created june 2017. written & penned by allison. promo credit.

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     Hey all. I’m considering coming back on one of my blogs, but I’m unsure which one. I don’t want to overwhelm myself, so I’m only bringing one back. Which one do you guys want to see on the dash again first? I’ll reblog this on them all! Please vote here!

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letshavediinner:

Her lips tugged up into a genuine smile as she held the other’s hand before giving a small nod. “I would definitely agree to that. Now we can both free act on it without restriction.” She grinned and then stole a second kiss with a smirk.

     “Cheeky,” Mary says with a bit of a laugh. “You can definitely get away with that as often as you’d like to. I certainly won’t be complaining.”

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skullandridingcrop:

“Last time I misjudged you. I didn’t take into account that, that unlike John, you would see right through any attempts at playing dirty. Not a mistake I will make twice.”

     “John can be a bit dim with things like that sometimes. That, or he just doesn’t want to argue the point because it’s easier to let it happen. But good, learning from your mistakes.”

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notelementary:

“Yes, because he didn’t have much fun. I pranked him, sort of.” A soft chuckle left Sherlock’s throat as he remembered what happened in Baskerville’s lab.

“It was challenging. And when I met the client, the case seemed very boring and it turned out to be very… interesting. Also, I confirmed my belief that monsters didn’t exist… Only humans can be that bad.”

     “He said you did a horrible thing like that.” She can’t help but chuckle at that. Her expression falters slightly at his admittance. It’s almost like it’s his favorite because it solidified things for him. “You’re right. Humans are the monsters of the world.”

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nogcd:

When Clark’s colleagues at Langley had sent him the encrypted file, he thought the woman he would be meeting was far younger. Then he remembered that his own picture in the database was ten years old and that nobody had bothered to change it. That didn’t matter as he followed her and sat down at the table. He kept his eyes on the kitchen door. More likely than not, that was where all of the bad news came from. “I try very hard to be discreet,” he said quietly. “I’m head of Southeastern European Security for Langley. I trust your position is similar?” 

     “My position is whatever I decide it is.” Whatever fits best in that moment, for that particular job she was doing. Even this she wasn’t supposed to be doing, but John doesn’t seem to mind her doing things like this every now and again. “Do you need me to be security? I can do that well enough.”

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suumuxor:

               ❝  yeah ??? i can tell.   ❞   abigail smiles softly, moving to sit down next to mary on the couch. babies were notorious for not following a proper sleep schedule, & abigail’s sure her friend is suffering from lack of sleep due to the blonde little tyke who was currently playing in her chair.   ❝  rosie still not sleeping through the night ???   ❞

     “Nope. Even gave her a stern talking to, about how Mummy needs some sleep so she’s not grumpy. Didn’t help.” Mary smiles tiredly, glancing over at her daughter, content in her chair. “Children are exhausting. I never realized it.”

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xsherlockxholmes:

“Yes that would be the gist of it” she knew that someday they’d have their chat about this. But not now, not while there was a job to be done. “What do you know about him that i don’t.”

     “Not much, I imagine. You seemed to do your research on him. You know of Appledore, you know of his vaults, everything that he knows.”

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eastwiind:

Out. You’re going to willingly let me out, let the beast out of its cage? Oh, you must be giving Mycroft a very pretty favour in return for this…

The image of a beach fills her mind, of sand and cold wind and water, deep and dark—her gaze returns to the doctor’s wife, eyes narrowing a bit, wanting to know exactly where this woman plans on taking her to make her speak.

Nothing is worth her voice. Nothing. Mary Watson will not be the one to break her silence, of that the youngest Holmes is quite certain.

     “I am only going to take you out if you speak. Use bloody sign language, write on a piece of paper, text it. I don’t care. You’re going to somehow speak.” Because Mary wants answers, and she’s going to eventually get them. “But you have to speak, in some way.” And now here is where the game might very well change. “Where we go is up to you.”

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storyspinningspidcr:

       ❝– It’s not supposed to be.❞

His reply is blunt and though he won’t admit it, it’s a little refreshing to have someone facing him down without cowering, it’s a rare thing these days since coming back from the dead. Had he any interest in getting another assassin and were she not involved with Holmes as she was, Jim likely would have found himself wanting her in his employ. Too bad the world had other ideas.

      ❝– Perhaps. You certainly came the CLOSEST to killing       him, I’ll give you that. Must have been a pitiful sight. him       being so WEAK. Was it satisfying to fire a gun again?❞

The criminal would have loved to see it for himself but alas he’d only been able to exist on the sidelines, hearing reports from those that kept an eye on him, it was one of the prices he’d paid for their first game together and he’d just have to learn to work around it.

     In a sense, Mary had killed him. His heart had stopped, the doctors had given up. She wonders if Moriarty knows about that –– she’d be surprised if he didn’t, and a little bit disappointed. She may never have worked for the man, but she heard plenty. Mary knows how this man before her works, how he lives. Not knowing is definitely not a part of his lifestyle.

     “It was nice,” Mary has to admit. Not so much essentially killing her now best friend, but the recoil of the gun, the feeling of the bullet leaving the gun. She had missed it, and still does even now. It was something that would never go away, no matter what. “Is that all you came here for?”

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mollv:

              she closes her eyes if just for a moment; fighting the sudden sense of nausea hitting her in her gut and nearly knocking out the breath of her, the whirl of dizziness. SHE’S FINE. just the adrenaline wearing off after a day of taking full control of her body. it’s bound to happen. the wound was not THAT serious. ‘ it’s fine. should stop bleeding any moment. ’ even if she would trust the other female in front of her, madalena was not the one to allow people into her personal space. something about another person standing too close always forced her to snap. ‘ i’m… i’m madalena. ’

     She feels badly, because neither of them were meant to get hurt. Her ribs are bruised, one possibly cracked. At least her injury wasn't visible or on the verge of ruining the clothes Madalena had on. "At least wipe the blood off before it drips everywhere." Enough of their DNA was probably already all over the place. No sense adding blood into the picture. The forensic scientists will have a field day with this if they didn't clean up properly. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but maybe not under these circumstances." Rose chuckles quietly; she's unable to help it. She laughs, finding the entire situation completely ridiculous.

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little-murderer:

   “Heh.” The chuckle was weak, feeble. Following the target around was suppose to be EASY! That was all she was told to do until tomorrow. But this girl–Camilla hadn’t really noticed her till she hurried in line to place herself behind the man she kept her eye on. 

   Christ…she sincerely hopes her alarm bells were ringing for the wrong reasons, like how they usually do. 

   “Just checking.”

     Sometimes Rose’s job was to kill people. Sometimes AGRA was delegated to saving someone - for now. This man has a target on his back, several if she is right. And this woman now talking to her has been following him around. “I do appreciate the offer, though,” she says with a smile.

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letshavediinner:

  “Oh I am doomed.” Irene placed a hand dramatically against her forehead and gave a small laugh before she took a bite of the cookie in her hand. “Naturally of course. But don’t worry, whatever my surprise is, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. to a certain point at least.”

     “It’ll be fun, at least. Even if it’s annoying, or a hassle, definitely fun.” That was the thing about Mary. She loved things that were fun, things most people would hate.

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neverarhyme:

[text: rosadumb]: you sound fake [text: rosadumb]: faker than a fresh pair of silicon tits

     ➔ cassiopeia, verin

     ( vc ) –– You’re clever. Super clever.      ( vc ) –– The most clever to ever clever.

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venturousheart:

       Clara giggled at Mary’s overly dramatic response and sighed. “You’ll just have to get over it,” she chirped before she remembered her satchel. “Would it help if I told you I got you a souvenir from my latest adventure?”

     She’s still pouting, but it begins to disappear at the mention of a souvenir. “It might help a little bit. But only a little bit. What sort of adventure was it? Another planet, or just somewhere in the Earth’s timeline?”

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thenameisq:

He can’t help but to be intrigued by the prospect of this being for a case for Sherlock. A single brow arches as he looks at her, curious. “Straight to the source.. and I am somehow the source… what exactly is his case about?” 

     “You’re the quartermaster. We need information, and if you won’t give it to us - well, I’ll just use this to get it for us.” She wriggles a small flashdrive between them.

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eastwiind:

[ text: M.W. ] I don’t have a preference. [ text: M.W. ] Though I quite liked that fish and chips place.  [ text: M.W. ] I’d like to eat there again.

     ➔ holmes, eurus

     ( eh ) –– The one near Baker Street?      ( eh ) –– That’s a good one. We can go there again.