#caringwasmyfall

[vxctorx-archived]

[Text]:Umm...wrong number

{meme}

{ text: Curlylocks } :No it’s not. That photo was meant for you. VT

[cannibalistically-yours]

Life, [Can-Y]: imagine Hannibal high

Life, [Can-Y]: imagine Hannibal as stoner trash

Life, [Can-Y]: who makes his own munchies when he gets high

Life, [Can-Y]: bastard dishes he gives ridiculous French names

Life, [Can-Y]: his puns become horrible

Life, [Can-Y]: "look will, finger food"

Life, [Can-Y]: you're welcome

S H E R L O C K : OH MY GODDDDDDDD

S H E R L O C K : Where does honey come from? Beez nutz

Life, [Can-Y]: OMG

Life, [Can-Y]: will coming over unexpectedly

Life, [Can-Y]: Hannibal's eyes bloodshot to hell and he's laying on a couch in his study chuckling to himself

Life, [Can-Y]: reeks of weed

Life, [Can-Y]: offers will a joint

Life, [Can-Y]: there's some plate on the coffee table

Life, [Can-Y]: covered in little bread-five cheeses-pickled shit finger sandwiches

Life, [Can-Y]: so disgusting

Life, [Can-Y]: but Hannibal's munchies cannot be denied

S H E R L O C K : Will just like

S H E R L O C K : This

S H E R L O C K : This is the chesapeake ripper

Life, [Can-Y]: yup

S H E R L O C K : Behold as he drones brooooooooooooo

Life, [Can-Y]: almost

Life, [Can-Y]: "Will, smoke with me"

Life, [Can-Y]: tries to be his word-spinning self

Life, [Can-Y]: fails epically and talks in circles

S H E R L O C K : "No."

S H E R L O C K : Yesssss

S H E R L O C K : DUDE

S H E R L O C K : WILL GIVING HIGHNIBAL

S H E R L O C K : CHEETOS

S H E R L O C K : AND OTHER JUNK

Life, [Can-Y]: oh dear christ

Life, [Can-Y]: Hannibal refuses to eat them without some pickled mash shit he made for dipping his munchies in

S H E R L O C K : Lolololololol

S H E R L O C K : Will like hannibal

S H E R L O C K : Are you the ripper

Life, [Can-Y]: "Ripper of food, maybe" he says as he tears one of his munchy sandwiches apart

S H E R L O C K : Oh my god

Life, [Can-Y]: "bitch I might be"

Life, [Can-Y]: "I honestly can't tell any more. Hand me that bag"

S H E R L O C K : O h. M y. G o d

[stbartsveteran-blog]

caringwasmyfall: “Give me angst” me: *angsts all over the place* caringwasmyfall: “WHAT THE FUCK KIM? TOO MUCH ANGST”

[stbartsveteran-blog]

"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."

But he hadn’t been gone, had he? 

John’s fingers lingered on the coat laid out on the bed, Sherlock’s words echoing through his mind. “Goodbye, John.”

No, John told himself, as he straightened out the collar. Sherlock had been back - had come back wearing this very coat. The tiny specks of blood were from where he had thumped him, repeatedly, for the pain he’d caused. And the crumpled shoulders were evidence that he had grabbed Sherlock to headbutt him. No other explanation, other than the fact the coat lay under his fingertips held all the proof he needed. 

And Molly’s tears, when he’d asked for an explanation - that was guilt, through and through. Helping Sherlock hide. Making it look as if he’d never returned. He pitied Molly for being dragged into this once more. Almost pitied Tom for not seeing how much of a liar his pregnant wife could be. 

As he sank down onto the bed, he started thumbing through the wedding photos. A clever manipulation, he thought, as he searched for Sherlock - dressed almost identical to himself. Sherlock had to be there. He’d been best man. Moved everyone to tears. He’d remembered Mrs Hudson’s tear-stained face, how everyone had been there. So why did this photo make his wedding look like a small, private affair? And when had Harry turned up? 

He didn’t hear Mary enter the room, climbing onto the bed behind him, and barely noticed her arms wrapped around him. It was a kick from their unborn child that startled him back to reality, and he turned to look at her, his expression crumpled in pain. 

“Why can’t I find him, Mary? He was here?” He jabbed a finger at the empty seat beside him on the wedding photo, refusing to acknowledge the concerned look on Mary’s face, the way her grip loosened. 

“John, please,” came her desperate begging, one he’d heard so many times before. “Come on. You’re… You need to stop this, John.” Her hand moved to his arm, and John looked away, his jaw clenched. “Please. You’re supposed to be getting better. For us. For our baby.” 

And that was what everyone expected from him, John told himself. He needed to learn to lie in the effortless manner in which everyone around him did. He needed to pretend Sherlock had never come back.

[cannibalistically-yours]

Intimate Physicality

"There is more than one way to be intimate with a partner, Sherlock. Sex is the most common, however intimacy itself comes in many forms. Have you ever taken a bath with a partner before?"

The discussion of intimacy wasn't new to them, though a non-sexual aspect was a new topic to it. The case that inspired the line of though was over now, two victims found in a tender and loving position that seemed to make many of the investigators uncomfortable-leading to Hannibal defining intimacy to his omega.

Sherlock, naturally, didn't understand the need to preserve the privacy of such a moment when the participants were dead.

[hooopers-archive-blog]

hey

1. First impression:it was during the CAH game with Cecelia and Chuckles and mr-adler and it was just golden tbh2. Truth is: my bae tbh3. How old do you look: I HAVEN'T SEEN U 4. Have you ever made me laugh:oui5. Have you ever made me mad: non.6. Best feature:the soul-crushing angst is quite a plus7. Have I ever had a crush on you:non.8. You’re my:incubus/succubus in training uvu9. Name in my phone:tiny turt uvu10. Should you post this too?U HAVE

[cannibalistically-yours]

Discussion Post: On Biological Impairment of Rational Thought))

((mun is curious, who is following the thread On Biological Impairment of Rational Thought rp I have going with caringwasmyfall? Its kind of turned into a monster and I was wondering if anyone is actually reading it? Either reply to this post or send me an ask or something, I'm curious!))

[consultingspiderinwestwood]

Happy Valentine's Day

"I poured you a drink, and it's on the table." Jim murmured over the lip of his own glass.