d e v o n
Andulka
Stranger Things
Peter Solarz
No title available
No title available
JBB: An Artblog!
PR's Tumblrdome
art blog(derogatory)
Love Begins
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
titsay
Kiana Khansmith
JVL
Xuebing Du
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
★
sheepfilms
almost home
Game of Thrones Daily
seen from Spain
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Kenya
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
@kittwatson-blog
Colors Of The Wind from Pocahontas on a Harp w/ Maple 🐶 “Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?”
this is so peaceful i almost forgot that i’m dead inside
there are so many layers to why this vine is immaculate. the slight blur of maple in the background. the halo effect on her fur. the warm autumn lighting. there are no flaws to this and i could watch it forever
open;
“Uh-huh. Sometimes he tells stories of Da that even John doesn’ know.” his eyes glance down to her hands, watching her shuffle and fiddle around. If only his hands were big enough to do the same…
Kitt laughs. "And I suppose I'm not allowed to hear of those stories, either?"
kitt:
She holds out a hand. “You probably don’t remember me…” she pauses. “I’m John’s sister?”
Taking it, he gave it a firm shake before letting it drop gently. “Oh. Right, right. Think we met once or twice. Meet a lot of people, me.”
Kitt smiled graciously. "I understand," she says. "Sherlock and John sent me here for the writer's bookbag. I hope it's not too much of an inconvience. They would have came but they're off doing God knows what..." she trails off with a shy grin.
♘ (psst: hi there)
The door of the cab was wrenched open, and Molly stuck her head around, unaware that the door had been pulled open on the other side, too. She was in a hurry; she just got a text from Sherlock, and it sounded urgent.
“221B Baker Street, please.” She said, as she climbed in, before realising she wasn’t quite alone.
@kittwatson
Kitt turns her chin to look at the brunette sitting in front of her. She looks familiar; a spark of life seems to be glinting in her eyes at the mention of 221B. “Going to see Sherlock, huh?” Kitt asks. “It’s okay, I understand. He’s got that…” she wiggles her finger around. “You know…thing about ‘em.”
Frankly, Molly just stared. She hadn’t shut the cab door just yet, worried she might have to leave since the stranger had got to it too. She hesitated, unsure what to say. “Sorry? That thing about what?”
Kitt smirked, patting the seat next to her. “Come on, I’m headed where you are.” Kitt then leans forward to the cab driver. “I’ve got her tab.”
Molly looked to the other woman curiously. “Are you a client?” She didn’t understand her relation to the boys at 221B, “How do you know Sherlock?”
Kitt smirked at Molly as the cab began to roll forward. "As much as anyone can know Sherlock Holmes, I suppose..." she pauses to gauge Molly's reaction. "I'm John's sister. It's lovely to meet you."
So sorry. Back now.
ooc; hello again
Sorry for the slight hiatus. I got a job and everything’s been sort of wack around here. I’ll try to catch up with everything now!
Kitt needs her brother. Message me if you're interested. (PS: my mailbox is not working, so just send me fanmail or, heck, even like this post and I’ll get in touch)
open;
John's left for the night. Sherlock is watching crap telly. I'm making cake and listening to him go on about all of the obvious clues on a new crime show. This is slowly killing me.
Casual reminder about sending me memes;
If you are hesitant to do so because-
Our characters don’t know each other/don’t interact in canon
I don’t care
Send me the meme
Do it
You think I’m swamped with memes/replies
I probably am
I don’t care
Do it
Seriously, unless I say ‘don’t do it,’ do it
You assume that I don’t want to interact
?????????????????
What the even heck
Send me the meme
You think I don’t like you
Stop this
ILY, I promise
I will love you more if you send me the meme
Just kidding I will love you either way
But really
The meme
Send it
You’re afraid you might be breaking one of my rules by sending it
Check my rules
If you’re on mobile, drop me an ask and make sure it’s okay
If it’s all good, then send the meme
Tl;dr- Send me the memes.
starter with // lovemorgupaludan
“Grrr….” Again, angry cat noises were all she was getting. It would have been a ‘SAVE IT, JUDAS.’ But no, it didn’t have the same sense of betrayal when it was said with a numb tongue.
Kitt sighs and gets up to stare out the window. Baker Street was bustling with life. Then she sees a cab roll up towards the flat. Sherlock steps out, coat and all. “Elizabeth, he’s here…” she says. “Should I step out while you deal with him or…?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded, picking up her ring from the desk to inspect it. Sharp cut diamond. Huh. That could give him a nasty cut….that would do very nicely, so, she put it on.
Kitt shuffles her feet down the stairs where she finds Sherlock draping his coat and scarf over the bannister. “She’s pretty angry,” Kitt tells him. “Also, mute.” Sherlock rolls his eyes. “She’s harmless.” “I wouldn’t be so sure…” Kitt replies as he heads upstairs. “Text John to grab a gun, we’re going out…” he tells her. “Why should I? You have a phone!” she says. “Busy!” he shouts from the top of the stairs.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the door for a moment, fists already clenched. What could she possibly do? He had silenced her, pretty much at least. She refused to let him have the satisfaction of making her sound like a complete idiot.
From downstairs Kitt begins to hear bickering. It starts off pretty tame but then soon arises into a mega-uproar. “It was for an experiment!” Sherlock says with a huff. Elizabeth screams back a reply. “I figured you were smart enough to…” he pauses. “Elizabeth, put that down. Don’t…” There’s a crash. “Bloody hell…” Kitt mutters, scrambling up the steps.
It was the desk lamp, this time around. Hurled across at the poor wall that had seen more than its fair share of damage in its time. Elizabeth didn’t pay much attention to the fact that Kitt was once again coming back upstairs, she wasn’t finished yet. Next to come flying for Sherlock’s head were three books, five pens and then a whole bloody desk. Yes. He had managed to piss her off so much today, that the furniture was suffering her wrath.
“Oi!” Kitt said, rushing in-between them. Sherlock was cringing, his hand up over his face. Elizabeth seemed pleased with herself. “Knock it off you two! Or I’ll call your mother!”
And suddenly, the feeling of panicked silence filled the room. Not their mother. Anything but their mother. Elizabeth glanced at Sherlock nervously, both of their fates depending on how well he could defend them here. “Mnnh!!”
Kitt straightened her blouse and exhaled. They were too much for her blood pressure. Eventually the two of them would kill her; she swore to it. “Anyway,” Kitt sighed. “Sherlock, what do you want with John? You’re not taking him anywhere dangerous are you?” Sherlock flopped down on the couch and crossed his feet over the armrest. “Where else?” he shrugged nonchalantly. Kitt frowned. “John’s got a newborn!” she protests. Then she turns to Elizabeth. “Help me out here…” she pleads.
“Urgh!” Elizabeth exclaimed throwing her hands in the air in frustration. She couldn’t argue anything. Her tongue, incase they had forgotten through all the drama, was in actual fact NUMB. She did make a noise of agreement and nodded though. A newborn came first, sorry Sherlock.
Kitt grimaced. "Sorry, Elizabeth. Forgot about your..." she points to her tongue. Then she whips back to Sherlock. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Numbing your sister's tongue!" she says to the oldest brother who seems pleased with himself. "If John ever did something like to me I'd..." Sherlock sighs loudly,causing Kitt to stop mid-sentence. "John's not smart enough to figure out how to do it..." he raises his eyebrows with a sarcastic smile. Then he heads to the kitchen. "Should be gone in an hour." "What?" Kitt asks over her shoulder. She was patting Elizabeth's back in comfort. "Her tongue," he replies. "The numbing will go down in an hour. Then she can scream at me all she wants." <><><> An hour later <><><>
starter with // lovemorgupaludan
“Grrr….” Again, angry cat noises were all she was getting. It would have been a ‘SAVE IT, JUDAS.’ But no, it didn’t have the same sense of betrayal when it was said with a numb tongue.
Kitt sighs and gets up to stare out the window. Baker Street was bustling with life. Then she sees a cab roll up towards the flat. Sherlock steps out, coat and all. “Elizabeth, he’s here…” she says. “Should I step out while you deal with him or…?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded, picking up her ring from the desk to inspect it. Sharp cut diamond. Huh. That could give him a nasty cut….that would do very nicely, so, she put it on.
Kitt shuffles her feet down the stairs where she finds Sherlock draping his coat and scarf over the bannister. “She’s pretty angry,” Kitt tells him. “Also, mute.” Sherlock rolls his eyes. “She’s harmless.” “I wouldn’t be so sure…” Kitt replies as he heads upstairs. “Text John to grab a gun, we’re going out…” he tells her. “Why should I? You have a phone!” she says. “Busy!” he shouts from the top of the stairs.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the door for a moment, fists already clenched. What could she possibly do? He had silenced her, pretty much at least. She refused to let him have the satisfaction of making her sound like a complete idiot.
From downstairs Kitt begins to hear bickering. It starts off pretty tame but then soon arises into a mega-uproar. “It was for an experiment!” Sherlock says with a huff. Elizabeth screams back a reply. “I figured you were smart enough to…” he pauses. “Elizabeth, put that down. Don’t…” There’s a crash. “Bloody hell…” Kitt mutters, scrambling up the steps.
It was the desk lamp, this time around. Hurled across at the poor wall that had seen more than its fair share of damage in its time. Elizabeth didn’t pay much attention to the fact that Kitt was once again coming back upstairs, she wasn’t finished yet. Next to come flying for Sherlock’s head were three books, five pens and then a whole bloody desk. Yes. He had managed to piss her off so much today, that the furniture was suffering her wrath.
“Oi!” Kitt said, rushing in-between them. Sherlock was cringing, his hand up over his face. Elizabeth seemed pleased with herself. “Knock it off you two! Or I’ll call your mother!”
And suddenly, the feeling of panicked silence filled the room. Not their mother. Anything but their mother. Elizabeth glanced at Sherlock nervously, both of their fates depending on how well he could defend them here. “Mnnh!!”
Kitt straightened her blouse and exhaled. They were too much for her blood pressure. Eventually the two of them would kill her; she swore to it. "Anyway," Kitt sighed. "Sherlock, what do you want with John? You're not taking him anywhere dangerous are you?" Sherlock flopped down on the couch and crossed his feet over the armrest. "Where else?" he shrugged nonchalantly. Kitt frowned. "John's got a newborn!" she protests. Then she turns to Elizabeth. "Help me out here..." she pleads.
kitt:
tenaciousgreg started following you
“Mr. Lestrade.”
“What’s that?” He turned towards the voice, looking at the woman. “Hello.”
She holds out a hand. "You probably don't remember me..." she pauses. "I'm John's sister?"
kitt:
bbcmycroft started following you
“Oh,” Kitt smiles. “Have I heard stories about you…”
“All bad, I am guessing.”
"Not all bad," Kitt replies with a smile. "John likes you. Sherlock on the other hand..." she shrugs, sparing him the details. "Anyway, why are you here?" She opens the door of 221B a bit more to let him in and moves out of the way for the oldest Holmes boy.
♘ (psst: hi there)
The door of the cab was wrenched open, and Molly stuck her head around, unaware that the door had been pulled open on the other side, too. She was in a hurry; she just got a text from Sherlock, and it sounded urgent.
“221B Baker Street, please.” She said, as she climbed in, before realising she wasn’t quite alone.
@kittwatson
kittwatson:
Kitt turns her chin to look at the brunette sitting in front of her. She looks familiar; a spark of life seems to be glinting in her eyes at the mention of 221B. “Going to see Sherlock, huh?” Kitt asks. “It’s okay, I understand. He’s got that…” she wiggles her finger around. “You know…thing about ‘em.”
Frankly, Molly just stared. She hadn’t shut the cab door just yet, worried she might have to leave since the stranger had got to it too. She hesitated, unsure what to say. “Sorry? That thing about what?”
Kitt smirked, patting the seat next to her. "Come on, I'm headed where you are." Kitt then leans forward to the cab driver. "I've got her tab."
