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JBB: An Artblog!
Mike Driver

@theartofmadeline
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Kiana Khansmith
styofa doing anything
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Not today Justin
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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cherry valley forever
Today's Document

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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[In case people have been wondering why I've been so inactive on this account, it's largely because I've been over here and over here. Yes, I have two new muses. Yes, one of them's a horrible person. So sue me. Or just follow, or. Whatever. Either way, that's my explanation.]
+ freddie-farrokh-mercury.
Very nice to meet you, dear. Maybe I manage to tame you so that wouldn’t be so grumpy.
I'm quite certain that won't be necessary.
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So John is no longer a concern? Interesting…
John is more intelligent than to buy into such a thing, and that is even assuming that I take you at your word--which, let's face it, I have absolutely no reason to.
+ freddie-farrokh-mercury.
Calm down, darling, no need to be so grumpy. Call me Freddie. What’s you name?
Certainly not darling. Sherlock Holmes.
+ freddie-farrokh-mercury.
I sincerely hope this is important.
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Oh of course you can get more. But you don’t know what I’ve done to it. Where I have put it. And who is right now unintentionally taking it.
And I should care about whatever hapless fool you've chosen to torment because...?
+ wherestheice-haymitch.
What’s your problem?
No, there’s somethin’ wrong with you.
Hardly.
This is irritating.
Certainly a passably entertaining development.
Suddenly Sebastian sat completely straight on his chair, dropping his eyelids, composing an exaggerated serious face that was evidently a mock. “I must apologize for my behaviour as of late. However, I believe that the interaction between us both would be easier if you got out the stick that someone has shoved up your anal cavity.”
So that was it. He was earning himself at least a night in jail. The worst thing was that he didn’t regret it in the least.
Opting, instead, to say nothing for a while, Sherlock reached into his inside pocket for his phone to fire off a quick text to Lestrade before continuing.
[SMS] Found your thief. 57 Jermyn Street. He's an idiot. SH
Phone set down again, he arranged his features into an obviously false, thin smile in response, and folded his hands one on top of the other on the table between them. "Fortunately for me, interaction with you beyond this point will be rendered unnecessary altogether."
Sebastian scratched the poor attempt of stubble that grew on his chin, pretending he was thinking. “Aye, Ah was wonderin’ whe’e did this jacket come from. Arrigh’, lemme knoow ‘ow does this wor’. If Ah’m good an’ preten’ Ah’m sorry, give back the thin’s an’ errythin’, do Ah’ get meself ou’ o’ et?”
Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh to the evidently feigned thought, and leant back in his seat, ankles crossed one over the other. "Your comportment was illegal. Your shoddily learned manners do not apply to your, quote unquote, 'gettin' yerself ou' o' et.'"
“Aye. Definitely tryin’ t’ make up —no need t’ be tha’ bitter,mate” he licked his lips and grinned, eyeing the man in front of him with something on the verge of despise. “Ye dinnae look li’e a policeman. Wha’ crime scene was tha’?”
Rolling his eyes palpably, not caring for one moment what the other thought of him, he ignored the first comment and moved directly to the question that followed. "Saturday 17th November, a number of semi-valuable items were lifted from a residence not far from here. Among them the jacket currently hanging off your shoulders. If you were going to be a petty thief, you could at least learn to be vaguely subtle."
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And yet you somehow think that keeping it in our fridge, where we keep the food we eat is a good idea.
The jar is a sealed environment. The bin is not. Really, John, you could think for five minutes.
+ populusmesibilat
No, I’m not colonel any more. Don’t call me that. So, are you going to tell me what you want?
But you are Sebastian Moran, and therefore whatever title you go by is largely irrelevant. I want a good number of things, but for the moment I would appreciate the common courtesy of your dropping your futile play at ignorance. It's most tiresome.
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“Ouch, I’m feeling physically hurt now Sherly” she pouted, placing a hand on her heart. “I’m starting to think I like Moriarty more…”
"Sherlock. And you've now proved yourself an idiot approximately 4 times in this conversation alone. Almost impressive."