some sort of penance

Joan Watson, consulting detective. Former sober companion. Partner. Occasional mentor. And most definitely not a mascot. Do you have a case?+++ Contacts.+++ Tag: consultantjoanwatson.Starters / Asks / Headcanons.Following / Playlist / Home.

[consultantjoanwatson]

ooc: Changing blogs!

|| While I won't be deleting this account, I'll be writing over at livesrebuilt from now on. I hope to see you there. :)

[consultantjoanwatson]

ooc: I'm back...I think?

|| Considering getting back into tumblr rp soon! 'Soon' could mean anywhere in the near future, I suppose, but I've constantly been in the mood to write Watson lately.

I've been on Twitter rp during my absence here, but I quite miss writing longer threads (and there's never really a lot going on for Watson on Twitter) so there's a possibility I'll be back writing Watson here as well. In that event, I'll probably start up on a new account.

Just wanted to drop in and say all that. Also: hello! I've missed you all, and hope you've been well.

I'll tune in with any more announcements here. In the meantime you can keep in touch with me on my personal blog.

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As he waited for her to respond, he looked around to look at the bus driver and the road ahead of them. A nagging feeling inside him told him that the woman wouldn’t respond and she would just ignore him. He was just about to believe it when she spoke again. He turned back around in his seat to face her.

"Nice meeting you, too, miss," he answered. "And yeah, I live pretty close by. What about yourself?"

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"Me too. Good thing there's a bus line that runs here," Watson said, glancing out of the window for a moment to see where they were. Just a little bit further until she reached her stop. She turned back to the boy, reading him. Probably a student. She thinks up a list of reasons as to why he would be out so late -- not that it was uncommon for someone his age.

"I'm Joan, by the way." She said, nodding at him. Watson opted out of a handshake as the boy was clearly under the weather. "You go to school around here?"

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@LucyLiu  times are tough #Elementary @jonnyjlm

[consultantjoanwatson]

|| Sorry I haven't been here lately. My muse just isn't around and I don't want to give you guys half-assed replies or anything. Hopefully I'll be back soon. :(

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Elementary, minimalist posters

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[consultantjoanwatson]

It shouldn’t be a secret… Especially from you! My father is a… He’s schizophrenic. And homeless Your father lives in Scarsdale, and he is an author. No, that is my step-father. My mother married him when I was 3. We all took his name. I am talking about my birth-father.

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IF you see me replying to everyone's thread but yours

It is for one of these reasons

I dont have the muse for that thread at the moment

I didnt see your reply

I haven’t gotten to it yet

I dont know what to write

Im dumb

Aliens

It is never because

I hate you

I’m ignoring you

you are a bad role player.

Are we clear?

I love you all!

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WATSON MY DARLING :'(

my headcanon about her somewhat being in pursuit of her birth father totally came true though, holy shit.

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"Drop the subject?" Sherlock scoffed. "Watson, we are partners—” How many times had he used that ploy today? “—and you, one half of that partnership, are going off for an evening with a strange man. While, yes, you are entitled to your privacy and to maintain your own healthy life outside of our work, I am entitled to be curious about your outing.”

"What if your romantic happens to be a murderer or worse, hm? What then? You’re walking somewhere with which I am not familiar, near dark in New York City. What if something were to happen to you, hm?”

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"We'll be having dinner at the Mediterranean place down on 6th," she said sourly, glaring at Sherlock's back as she straightened the collar of her blouse. Watson walked back over to her closet and pulled out a pair of boots from a box on the floor. "Don't you think by now I'd have learned at least some self defense moves to whip out, should I need them, and don't you think by now I've had my fair share of creepy dates and learned how to leave them accordingly? Satisfied yet?"

Watson sat on her bed, turning away from him now to slip on her shoes. Outfit all set, she then slid out of the doorway, walking straight past him and into the bathroom to tie up her hair.

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His eyebrows raised a bit as she extended the pack to him. “Thank you,” he said quietly. He pulled a tissue out of the pack before putting the rest in his coat pocket. “I’m…” he thought for a moment before saying, a bit reluctantly, “I’m Holden.”

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"No problem," she replied, leaning back into her seat and looking out her window. Watson turned back to him at the sound of him speaking again. The boy had introduced himself, albeit with hesitation, as Holden. She supposed she could make some conversation.  

"Nice to meet you, Holden," she said, nodding at him. "Are you from around here?"

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How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via soundtobeat)

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The Woman and Heroine

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He shivered a bit as the cold air entered the bus, and looked up at the woman as she walked down the aisle. He watched as she sat down before turning around and looking out the window. Holden let out a sigh, trying to breath in through his stuffed nose. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped at his nose, feeling miserable. He looked back at the woman once more, a bit curiously.

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Watson scrolled through the messages on her phone before she felt eyes on her. She looked up and met the boy's gaze, eyebrows slightly raised in acknowledgement. He looked a bit out of it -- tired, and judging from the sniffle she heard, most likely under the weather. Watson didn't want to bother him, but being sick in this awful weather was a hardship she could all too well empathize with.

She turned away for a moment to pull out a pack of tissues from her purse. Watson held it up, gesturing towards him with a slight smile on her face.

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Holden sat down on the bus, his head leaning against the window. It was nearly deserted, since it was around two in the morning. Outside there was nothing but darkness, except for the glow that was cast by street lamps, but even that was a blur as the bus sped through the night. The bus pulled to a stop and he looked up as someone got on.

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Watson was not particularly fond of public transportation, especially this late -- she usually drove around the city, but her car was in for some necessary repairs. Though it posed an inconvenience to her schedule, this was just a temporary change in her routine -- the last thing she needed was to stress out over yet another matter.

I can't believe it's already this late, she thought, blinking at the bright lights of the bus that stopped before her. She was thankful, at least, that there was a bus that ran this line. Rushing into it to escape the cold of the city, Watson fished out some cash from her purse to pay the fare. She nodded at the driver before looking down the aisle, and noticed only one other passenger. She glanced over at him, walking past the boy and settled herself next to one of the windows a few seats behind him.

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