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How many times before one of us can say it out loud? x

[gingerbbatch]

"you machine!”

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                        “Hmmph. They taste the same anyway.                     I’m going to go with grapes.                       They don’t have colors. Though,                        could just be really old eyeballs.         What’s got you so grumpy, huh? Is the case?”

[letsplayxmurder]

                     ❝----- I never keep eyeballs for too long so they are never stall.                      They are same, if you prefer, but take the other ones, those are                      evidence for the case❞

                    An ironic smile appeared on his face.                     Maybe he was grumpy and it was                     certainly because of the case, but he                     chose to lie about it.

                                       ❝---- No... I am just tired since I've been up all night❞

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letsplayxmurder

             “Sherlock, are these eyeballs or grapes?”

[letsplayxmurder]

                 ❝---- I am disappointed that you can't make the difference. It's not that big❞

[letsplayxmurder]

-throws sherlock muse at you-

            [ come here and let me love you amazing person. I will try to get him back :3 ]

[letsplayxmurder]

[ ONE MORE WEEK OF HIATUS. JUST ONE MORE WEEK AND I AM BACK. My exam is on Saturday oh my god I am freaking out and at the same time I can't wait to get rid of it. Miss you all a lot and I hope you didn't forget about me :3 ]

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                              I’ve  ended lives 

                                        &

                                           ended worlds,

        [ I guess I've done it all! ] 

                          fire

                                                        and  

                          i c e 

                                                       and

                       R A G E

                                      inside. 

                            how long ‘till I fall?

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—— i guarantee that if you just come to my inbox in all caps and scream at me about something random, we will be best friends in .00984 seconds flat. 

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[letsplayxmurder]

going on semi-hiatus

[ My activity sucks and I am sorry about that, so I am here to officially announce that I am going on a semi-hiatus until the 7th of June when I have my Cambridge exam of which depends my future. I would really love to write and reply and do the starters and just have nothing to do with my life, but unfortunately school is more important right now. I have a lot of tests and exams coming and I really can't handle everything. You can still send me messages and talk to me OOC I am still with my tumblr opened everyday. Sorry for everything and thank you for understanding <3. 

Lots of love, Mary ] 

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[letsplayxmurder]

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[letsplayxmurder]

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  She was still in a rush when she walked into the apartment.           Her eyes adjusted and she took in the                           sight of it.                                         She’d seen this apartment in her dreams                                                a thousand times and it was                                                    relatively the same.                                      Except certain things were moved.                                              There were phonebooks,                                                         and materials. Research.             He didn’t look like he’d been on a case.

                    In fact, she knew if he were on a case he’d                                   not have looked for her.               She accepted that work came first.                                                                  It was her compromise.            He accepted that she was a terrible person.                      She was a manipulator and a murderer.                                                And she’d continue to do so,                                                          for her own gain.                      The least she could do was be understanding.                                           But this wasn’t about work.                                                             She knew immediately                                                               what more so who                                      it was about.         “Sherlock,” she said rifling through the papers, trying to keep her wet hair from falling over them, “what is this?” She didn’t expect an answer.                                              She knew the answer.              He’d not looked for her first.              He’d looked for John.                                             What did she expect? He’d said it himself she was just some woman who wanted to run away.                       

                         Her heart sunk                                                 lied to again.                                                       As usual.                                                                      Her smile faded.                                     She was less angry than hurt.                  But anger was the only way she knew how to express it.                                         Her tiny fists clenched and she gave                                                     a breathy laugh,               “Sherlock, what the fuck is this shit? You lied to me.                           Not even an hour ago you told me you                               looked for me first. And yet, here                                           is all the evidence to contradict it.                                                        When are you going to                                                              stop lying?" She was trying                                                      to stay as calm as she could,                                                      but her voice was smothered  with                            quite rage that was bigger on the inside.                                                              

[letsplayxmurder]

                 While he was looking for women clothes                             and a towel Sherlock wished he had spent                                              more time with women than with himself.                All he could find was his stuff surrounded by men clothing.                   Somehow he knew Idris was not going to mind one of his                shirts, but one day Sherlock wanted them to                            live together and this chaos which was in the                   house had to be dealt with and Idris didn't seem the kind of                                              woman to do the laundry.

She would probably just go in time when they are done. The thought of it brought a small smile on his face and kept looking, worrying for every drop of water that was on his carpet. He decided to give up looking for something more feminine and took the first shirt that he touched together with the towel he'd already used to stop the water from dropping from his hair.

                                     He heard Idris saying his name,                                      but he couldn't make out what she                                      said after because of his shoes on                                      the floor and the door closing behind                                      him. But then she started shouting and                                      he could understand every word that left                                      her mouth.

                For a second, confusion took over him for he couldn't                 understand what was happening until it hit him: he                 forgot to hide the research for John and he forgot to tell                 Idris too. He knew he was in trouble from her screaming                                  which weren't too difficult to calm, but what he                                  was afraid of was explaining why he was searching                                  for John.

                                                                         He took more steps until they were                                                           in the same room and his eyes spotted the                                             papers and memories were brought back: his time                           with John; the millions of cases they had solved; the laughter           they had and all the jokes and the way John made Sherlock feel better.         But as he was looking at the papers he saw Idris' hand on them and he         looked up at her hair and at her         hurt face and his heart started feeling guilty,         his hands shacking and his brain looking for words to say.

                  ❝----- Idris...❞ - her name broke on                   his lips and he could not say something                   else. What was happening to him and to                   his brain he couldn't say anything.

                                               ❝----- I looked for the two most important people                           in my life: you and John. I came after you.                                          I don't believe you need further reasons why                               you are here or why those papers are still there.❞

                                                            Sherlock knew his tone was a serious one                                                             and it was exactly what he was thinking when                                                             he saw the papers. He had been looking for                                                             John for some time only to see where he was                                                             - he never intended to go and find him and he                                                             did find him. 

                ❝----- I am not a liar, Idris❞

[movedto-ibelieveinmartinfreeman]

If you were dying, if you’d been murdered, in your very last few seconds, what would you say? - A Study in Pink

[vxngoghs]

you guys are allowed to send me messages

you’re allowed to just say hi

you can ask me for my skype or whatever

feel free to just tell me about your day as if we’ve been best friends since forever

you’re all good to ask anything you want to know

don’t be afraid to be off anon

you can talk to me

i like talking to you guys 

please

i dont bite