to think of a story

briauna, 33. bob's burgers, nbc hannibal, frasier, forests, gloomy cities in the rain. rick & morty and mass effect. one day I will be a pathology researcher and hunt for mushrooms on the weekend.

[becoming-pathological]

Mycroft checked his pocket watch and tucked it back into his waistcoat before putting on his blazer and preparing to leave for work. A normal day, by most stretches of the imagination.

But when he opened the door, he saw an unsealed box waiting on the step.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. He knew better than to sacrifice his home security by ordering a home delivery of anything.

With some effort he bent to pick the box up and examined its contents: a container of applesauce, a box of denture cleaning tablets, and a set of hearing aids. Underneath, a thickly cabled knit jumper that actually looked cozy, if Mycroft wore that sort of thing.

Mycroft rolled his eyes and held the box in one hand while retrieving his mobile with the other.

Very funny, brother dear.

Only a second later, a reply came.

I thought so. Happy 40th birthday, Mycroft. -SH

Mycroft went back into the foyer of his house to put the box down and looked into the entryway mirror. Besides an amused hint of a smile from Sherlock's little prank, he saw a few silver hairs beginning to show at his temples.

At least for today, they didn't bother him nearly as much as he thought they would.

[becoming-pathological]

Thank you for watching over me as a child. -SH

Thirty two seconds later, Sherlock's phone was ringing. He rolled his eyes and picked up.

"Where are you?" Mycroft asked, anxiety plain in his voice.

"I... Baker Street. I'm fine."

A very confused, heavy silence followed.

"You're... fine?"

"Yes. Old age must be taking your hearing."

Mycroft didn't pay the jab any mind.

"Why did you say that?" He asked instead, referring to the text message.

"I just wanted you to know," Sherlock replied simply, glad that at the moment Mycroft couldn't see the color rising in his face. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Mycroft."

Mycroft sighed deeply.

"You're going to be the death of me, little brother."

"Don't ever forget it," Sherlock answered, smirking as he ended the phone call.

In Sherlock's lap, an open scrapbook showed a picture of two boys in the backyard of their 1970s home-- one, a teenager, taller but heavier, with a playfully antagonistic arm loosely wrapped around the neck of the younger boy, whose blinding grin and messy brown curls displayed that while his smaller hands gripped those of his brother's around his neck, they'd just been rough housing and laughing. They looked so happy.

[cartoonofmilk]

yknow, as counterintuitive as it may seem, helping a suicidal friend isn't a matter of stopping them from dying. it's about helping to make their world one that's worth living in.

it's important to make that distinction, lest we make people's quality of life worse in the name of "protecting" them.

[qcharlie]

i wish we were able to talk about women's rights without someone mentioning how much they do or don't want to have sex with them. i don't care if you're a lesbian Stop finding worth in women purely from their perceived attractiveness

[qcharlie]

"I think women should not be expected to shave for societal respect / to avoid discrimination" "yeah🤤 i love bush" ok well that's not what we're talking about is it.

[qcharlie]

i hate how many posts about trans women deserving respect always devolve into "I love girldick" or "trans rights but I don't want to date a trans person" because that's entirely unrelated to the topic at hand. you should not respond to feminism with "YESSS I loveeee you because I see you as nothing but a sex object" you people sound like other men I get stuck talking with that end up saying "free the nipple so I can see boobies in public" and thinking they're feminists. why can't we just respect women regardless of your attraction to them or not. why does it need to be brought up in every conversation regarding their rights

[novakstogive]

Sam Winchester SUPERNATURAL — 1.12 "Faith"

[zoroxo]

[pending-trans-action-2]

Mutuals are a lot like cats in that you kinda have to harmlessly pester and annoy them sometimes

[virtualgirladvance]

*brushes all your fur the wrong way so you look like a feather duster*

[auternadelaide-deactivated20240]

reblog to pet your mutuals the wrong way

[regging]

eating disorders and abortions are two things that are like, spoken about in most mainstream discourse as though they are pretty rare and aberrant, but then when you’re actually friends with a lot of women you come to find out that they are extremely extremely common and kind of banal & mundane

[asystolle]

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010) dir. Edgar Wright

[myriapoda-1306]

I know beauty exists because bugs are so full of it🍒

[becoming-pathological]

John's nose scrunched at the scent in the air as he walked in the door of 221B.

Living with Sherlock meant that he had become accustomed to some very strange smells on a regular basis-- acrid, medicinal, sour.

But this smell was... nice? Normal?

John hung his jacket on the rack beside the door and peeked into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Sherlock bustled about, turning and grabbing things in what was probably some sort of experiment, but when he turned he looked markedly different.

He wore a pastel pink floral apron with ruffles on the sides of each hem. A spot of either blood or tomato sauce splattered his cheekbone. His expression was... bizarrely blank, as if he wasn't sure how he got here either.

Something bubbling on the hob was the only sound present as the two stared at each other.

"What. In the world are you doing, Sherlock?"

John wanted desperately to laugh, but thought it was best to find that this wasn't correlated to some grisly case study first. Still, he couldn't hide a bemused grin.

"Um. I. Thought that dinner would be nice. Couldn't find my card."

Sherlock looked down at the apron.

"I borrowed this from Mrs. Hudson. It seemed like the... correct attire?"

He furrowed a brow, genuinely looking for help in his expression.

John could hold back no longer. He let out a shocked but delighted laugh and took a few steps closer into the kitchen to inspect his work.

"Correct for a posh housewife, yeah. What are you making?"

Sherlock flushed and wiped a palm across the apron skirt.

"I'm not sure. Some sort of ... meat tomato thing."

They stood side by side, looking into the pot.

"Do you... have a recipe, or..."

"Oh. Yeah. Right there." Sherlock pointed to grease speckled index card beside the stove. "Handwriting is hard to decipher though. Not sure if I ..." He trailed off nervously.

"I might've asked Mrs. Hudson for a few tips. Is it bad?"

John grinned and turned to dig through the silverware drawer for a spoon.

"Guess we'll find out."

In the most confusing turn of events John could possibly think of, this bolognese as the recipe card said was actually delicious. He couldn't believe it.

"You did all the shopping for this, and you actually made this too?"

Sherlock just looked at him.

"I'm capable," he huffed.

John laughed again, shaking his head while he started to pull plates from the cabinet to serve their meal.

"Apparently so. I'll start calling you chef in front of everyone, just so they know how capable you are."

Sherlock flushed again but looked pleased.

John loved this weird little life he lived.

[thatisentertainment]

THE PRINCESS BRIDE 1987 | dir. Rob Reiner

[thumping-whumper]

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

[kaylmao]

shh don’t worry catholics aren’t real

thank god. i mean thank something else

[penandinkprincess]

sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"

[ingridverse]

"God never gives you more than you can handle" is survivorship bias. People who got more than they could handle are dead.

[becoming-pathological]

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