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[inkskinned]

when you are not your favorite person’s favorite person it kind of feels like you’re constantly swallowing sand

[jpegdoriangray]

Sherlock had decided that her favorite place in this strange new environment was the library. It was the only setting of mild solace, a place that was still slightly similiar to the past. Along the shelves were books that had previously existed, The Prince, The Once and Future King, Inferno, Othello. They stood, perched on shelves like old friends waiting to be reunited with her. She took comfort in the silence here, the loud sighs of cars and blaring of the occasional ambulance blaring by long forgotten as she studied once more, getting lost in paper pages as if nothing had changed, learning formulas and foreign languages, soaking in fresh information. She’d hardly noticed the time pass and the sun dip low in the sky. In fact, she’d hardly noticed the person leering over her shoulder had it not been for the scuffle of their movements. 

“Hm? Am I in your way or is the library closing for the night?” she asked over her shoulder, blinking up at the person. 

[jvvats-blog]

Over the years that he’d lived with Sherlock, Watson had been scientifically and socially experimented on far too many times to count. Sherlock was infinitely knowledgeable and observant, and in this day and age, Watson would have thought he - oh, right - she would have suffered from even more of an information overload than usual, and in turn he would have suffered even more experimentation than he had before. But in truth, he missed that part of their relationship much more than he ever thought he would. Artridge was a bit lacking in the crimes and mysteries department so Sherlock was usually out, whether in class or in the library, learning anything and everything she could, and Watson himself was usually at work or doing some sort of physical activity outdoors or in the gym. They were roommates as they had always been, but at times they felt like two strangers who lived together. So, when he was trying to sneak up on her in the library (like she liked to scare him while he was in his study; she was much better at it) he wanted to surprise her, but he’d given himself away somehow because she had turned to look at him. He laughed and sighed before pulling up a chair beside her, draping his arm along the back of hers. “Neither, my dearest Sherlock; I just thought I’d find you here. Let’s get dinner when you’re done, yeah?” he asked, rubbing her shoulder a little bit.

[jvvats-blog]

becomingun:

“ No I appreciate the effort. Most people that come here just leave the books wherever the hell they want. However, I can tell you that book goes three cases over and one shelf down. ”

John nodded a little and ran his fingers along the spines of the books on the shelves as he repeated to himself, “Three cases over, one shelf down” several times so he wouldn’t forget. “Wait, and where on this shelf should it go?”

[fourthdystopia]

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[jvvats-blog]

paleobotanist:

“Fair enough, Miss Ellie will do fine.” She replied with a grin. Ellie moved to catch up with him before moving into the building. “Ah but I thought you weren’t getting gifts for us TAs.” She teased with a grin, although she figured that had been the entire reason behind him asking what people liked. “To be honest, so far as I’m concerned, whatever you gift can’t be terrible. After all it’s the fact that you’re giving that’s the real gift… if that makes any sense? Well that and I figured you were pretty astute and couldn’t fail completely.” Ellie paused. “Although it is nice to know that I needn’t feel bad about the gift I got you.”

John laughed a little when her voice took on a teasing tone and sighed happily when he was able to shut the door behind them, enjoying the warmth of the biology building. He listened carefully to what she was saying, still worrying that he would give his TAs something they wouldn’t like. He felt like all the usual gift ideas - money, coffee or chocolate things - were very standard and didn’t have the thought behind it that Ellie was describing. Still, he had an idea in mind of what to get them already and he’d go through with it. He arched an eyebrow at her when she mentioned that she got him something, though. “What? You didn’t have to!”

[lilxhoneypot-deactivated2018102]

Rolling his eyes the male had already had quite enough idle chatter for the evening. His mind drifting to the girl in the bridal shoppe once more. Finishing off his glass of Bordeaux Hamlet slipped away quietly. Finding an unoccupied study his fingers drifted over each book before grasping a bottle of unopened whiskey. He was sure in a home like this no one would notice if it had been opened. Thinking he had made a stealth getaway he took recluse on the plush leather couch, plucking a glass from the mahogany end table he poured himself a generous gimlet. As he took a sip he let a slight laugh expel his lips noticing how another had the same idea he possessed. “I see we are two peas in a pod? Hm?” He asked holding up an empty glass. “Have a drink with me and I’ll be your alibi for the evening.”

[jvvats-blog]

John was terrible when invited to these large parties. He always wanted to come for the food and drink and of course the chance to dress up a bit, but he could only tolerate so much mindless small talk and being around people for so long. When he finally escaped into a random room, he turned to shut it quietly as possible before resting his head against the door and sighing in relief at the silence that enveloped him. So he was quite startled when someone’s voice suddenly cut through the darkness. Out of habit, he reached for his gun - which he wasn’t carrying tonight, which he didn’t carry ever anymore. Artridge was not nearly as dangerous as his previous residence but old habits die hard, as they say. “A drink, you say? As long as it’s not exceedingly sweet or bubbly,” he said with a breathless laugh, smoothing his hair back a little. “You startled me, sir. Thought I’d get this place all to myself.”

[gardenofevans-blog]

Ophelia’s left arm was high in the air as she struggled to balance four brides maid’s dresses during her walk, head focused down as she attempted to keep the cup of coffee in the other hand as far from the dresses as possible. She was moving quickly as she tried to get into work, the fitting was in 15 minutes and she had been up all night finishing alterations. She didn’t see the other rapidly approaching figure, and soon the coffee was spilling on the ground, herself discombobulated as she hurried to get hems away from the mess.

“I’m so sorry - it’s nearly impossible to see with all the organza.” She tried to apologize to the figure in front of her, brushing hair out of her face as she did so.

[jvvats-blog]

Sometimes John could stop and stand like a pillar in one place. He knew it was quite an inconvenience to people around him sometimes, but he either saw something that caught his eye or had a thought and got lost in it. For now, it was the latter, and he was just wondering to himself where the bloody hell all the insects went for winter that they could still come back come spring. His standing and staring aimlessly upwards caused a poor young lady to bump against him and spill her drink. He finally blinked a little and came back to reality, gasping at her wasted coffee. “Oh, I’m so sorry, miss, please allow me to purchase another drink for you.”

[brighteved-blog]

       THERE IS SOMETHING FREEING about long walks in the park. perhaps it is the sole fact that she does so unencumbered by skirts & corsets. she can BREATHE here without feeling scrutinizing eyes on her back ( she is not miss elizabeth bennet – the girl from longbourn with abysmal prospects ). in fact, lest she address herself, few would likely recognize her ! it is for this reason that she walks in stride, eyes trained above her – until she collides with another individiual. it is then when ingrained propriety resumes. she dips her head before addressing the other.

              ❝ forgive me. i was so entranced by the trees i scarcely thought to look ahead of me. are you alright ? ❞

[jvvats-blog]

John hated bumping into people. Or rather, people bumping into him. Not because it was an inconvenience or anything like that, but because he was worried that they might get hurt. He didn’t feel it most of the time, especially if they were shorter than him, but he knew bumping into him was like walking into a tree. “I’m fine, really, just fine, are you?”

[ofemmett-blog]

                                 — — —       (  BANG ! BANG ! BANG !  ) 

                     PALED DIGITS TREMBLE as they raise, slowly & delicately to rub at cerulean hues that haven’t seen sleep in far too long. he barely finds a resting moment to indulge himself in a f e w hours of blissful slumber on a good day, but he’s been particularly fitful as of late ; gunshots ( roar !! ) whenever the blonde so much as dares to curl up, enervated & languid upon the ragged couch that has fast become his entire lifeline. jolted AWAKE in a cold sweat far too many times, he’s given up on the mere concept of s l e e p and has instead adopted CAFFEINE & NICOTINE — — a steaming cup of the former sits teasingly in front of the blonde whilst digits find t o u s l e d tresses, if only to run through them & undo the disastrous, disheveled bun that’s kept it ( BARELY ! ) held up.

                    “ mon dieu, i can’t do this right now ! ” heavily ( A C C E N T E D ) tone can only convey a FRACTION of the sheer frustration that builds itself into weary bones, hues snapping away from the propped-up textbook that alexandre has been gazing at for what feels like INTERMINABLE HOURS. he hasn’t even meant to SNAP like that, but the words linger, uncomfortable within the atmosphere as he aims a s e a r i n g stare down at his untouched mug, allowing a burdened sigh to part his brims.

[jvvats-blog]

John sighed at a nearby young man’s outburst because it startled him to the point that he’d dropped his book. After making the long trip down to bend and grab it off the floor, he went over to go an have a word with him. “Sir, I know finals are very stressful, but you’re not the only one here in the university commons, so I suggest you use your inside voice and leave the shouting for elsewhere.”

[licnas-blog]

     "i just want to know what happened to regular coffee,” he huffed, wiping down the counter of the coffee shop. “just black coffee, or just some cream and sugar to go with it. it’s too complicated now.”

[jvvats-blog]

John wrinkled his nose. “Regular coffee? More like what happened to tea. Everyone used to drink tea and now it’s this flavored, sweetened milk with a splash of coffee for color, I don’t understand it either, mate.”

[becomingun-blog]

“That’s not even close to where that book goes,” Elphaba said, annoyed at having spent her entire day rearranging all the books careless people had been misplacing the past few days.

[jvvats-blog]

John flinched a little at the sudden sound of someone’s voice close to him, and the tone with which they were addressing him. “I’m sorry, I thought this was where I got it... should I just have left it on the table then and not attempted to return it?”

[jvvats-blog]

littlelark-cosette:

“Oh, I see.  But if you see them as being connected, it makes it much easier to enjoy them both together.”

John shook his head a little. “But they’re not connected at all, one’s religious and one’s as far from religious as you could get. I just would like a breather between holidays. I’m an old man, alright, I can only take so much consecutive partying.”

[jvvats-blog]

frvncisabcrnathy:

          dehydration, malnourishment, prolonged exposure to a too-bright(!) sun —— francis’ mind waltzed MACABRELY through all possible causes of death that could befall him should he simply choose to just REMAIN here; resigned, unmoving. just moments ago when he had brought a razor to the soft curve of his wrists, francis had meant to end it all … and now here he was, with the grass, and sky, and sun; blithe, lively; their combined jubilation compounding francis’ bitter melancholia. THEN! —— a swift (however accidental) KICK to the ribs pulled a marked cry from francis’ pale lips; the sudden pang that shot up along his side momentarily emptying the boy’s mind of the morbid fancies they had been entertaining —— a sobering pain. around him, the park snapped into a vivid portrait of colour and warmth, and slender fingertips rubbed at gray eyes as they focused upon the latter’s (fumbling! scrambling!) presence. “tell me where i am.” francis reached for his side with a soothing hand as he pushed himself upright, the words escaping him in a somewhat petulant manner (how though IRRITABLE and delicate francis abernathy was!), though his hues reflected the utmost confusion and FEAR (‘please, help me’, his eyes seemed to wordlessly implore). 

Feeling very badly about how hard he must’ve kicked the young man, John uncharacteristically reached forward to brush grass off his back and also rub it a little, trying to be comforting. John normally didn’t touch people like this because he didn’t want to be touched in such a friendly manner either, but if this young man was another one of them, of the people from another world for a lack of a better phrase, he figured he ought to be a little kinder to him. “You’re in Artridge and I’m still terribly sorry about hurting you, do forgive me. Would you like a kiss?” John asked, reaching into his pocket and holding some of the chocolates out to him. “They’re quite good. These are the caramel and almond kind. If you eat one each at the same time, they’re even better. I’m John, by the way. Would you like me to take you into town?”

[jvvats-blog]

patrcklos:

                    Patroclus had retracted his hand as soon as he tapped the other on the shoulder, a deeper frown stretching across his features as he saw the extent of the bruise. That must have hurt. He’d seen his fair share of bruises and wounds and that one didn’t seem like it’d disappear in a couple of days. An eyebrow shot up at the stranger’s words, which did nothing to ease of the concern. “Are you sure —” Realizing he was getting a bit redundant now, he cut himself before he tried again, his words still tentative. “I mean — it doesn’t look… good at all and if it’s worse than that —” The man had corrected himself but Patroclus decided to believe that the first thing he said was closer to the truth. “— you might need to get it checked out? I’ve seen a few and uh— it seems as if… it’s going to be a lot worse if it gets infected?”

Sometimes John liked that this new town and life and body afforded him a certain anonymity. No one recognized him or tried to have an appointment with him in the middle of the sidewalk when he was on his way somewhere. However, people also didn’t believe him sometimes when he said that he was a doctor. so, while he appreciated this young man’s concern, he was a bit miffed at being spoken to as if he had no medical experience of his own. Still, he just smiled and nodded as he answered the other’s questions. “Yes, I’ve already gotten it checked out and trust me, young man, it looked a lot worse a few days ago.”

[jvvats-blog]

paleobotanist:

Dr. John Watson was as far from Dr. Alan Grant as one could get, yet at the same time they carried certain similarities. It’s probably why she enjoyed working with him so much. Over time she’d learned to appreciate his cadences and quirks and by now she felt fully able to carry on a conversation without getting lost along the way. “Please, call me Ellie. While I’m your TA, I’m also not your student and therefore I feel it’s ok for you to use my first name or rather nickname.” At his question, she paused. “I mean, I always liked cards. Especially the ones where you could tell they put effort into it. As if they’d tried really hard to pick the card they knew would mean the most to you. As for what people like… I’d have to say they like things that show you know who they are. That thought was involved and it wasn’t a gift thrown together at the last minute.”

John laughed and rubbed his neck a little. He liked to be formal with everyone always, he felt that it afforded them the proper respect and also set a precedent for how he wanted to be addressed as well. “I suppose, but you know I’m just used to it, Miss Sattler. Miss Ellie. That’s probably as far as I can get, I’m sorry,” he said with a laugh, lengthening his strides so he could reach the door to the biology building first and open it for the both of them, allowing Miss Sattler in ahead of him, of course. “Well thank you. I just want to gift you guys something useful, because I’ve already been made aware that I’m not the best at Christmas shopping...”

[denemeton-blog]

Confusion was written all over her features.  Artridge? What a strange name! It did not sound familiar to her ears, not at all. 

 ❝ Indeed, I am not from here. I am from Verona. ❞

 Would he think her crazy, if she said she had woken up here without any idea of how she had ended up in this strange city? Juliet was not sure, but he was probably her best chance to understand more about her current situation. 

  ❝ One minute I was asleep in by bedroom, and the next… I was here. Do you know how that would be possible? ❞ He did not even seem surprised to see her so confused. Perhaps he knew then and could enlightened her a bit.

[jvvats-blog]

Verona. Watson almost wanted to laugh in disbelief, but of course he reigned it in. The last thing he wanted to do was offend a Shakespearean character. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I do know it happens to the best of us. Would you like a kiss?” John asked, completely disregarding the possibility for misinterpretation as he patted his pockets. He held out the small chocolates to her in his palm when he finally fished them out of his inside coat pocket. “I love the almond and caramel ones so they’re the ones I always get. I know you probably require more sustenance but just eat this for now, you’ll feel better, Miss...?”

[jvvats-blog]

yall im still so salty we were front fuckin row like the entire show and then i got a nosebleed and was just so dehydrated we had to tap out during floss’s set

anyways just w anted to share why i aint been on in a while; im on to get to all my replies rn and also reply to starters in the tag

and ofc welcome new members and hello to the old, hmu for plots / like this post and ill message u if we haven’t plotted already~