Mar 27, 2016
@resurrectyourlesbians has the most soothing voice.
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@resurrectyourlesbians has the most soothing voice.
Actual true fact @resurrectyourlesbians (aka cartinellischnapps) is the cutest person in the world!!
malinda lo does some cute wlw fantasy stuff~
i knowwwwww. i love it. I just finished Huntress and ordered Ash, so i’m really excited
One of my very first attempts at fanart, and at a watercolor portrait, and I’m actually quite pleased. From sketch to finish it took me about 1.5 hours.
teen femlock in a boarding school and sherlock has family but doesn't wanna see them, and joan doesn't have much to go to so they both stay together over like (christmas? idk?) and they're both together in this big empty boarding school having sleepovers and unwrapping presents or something~♥
“Miss Holmes, I understand your dilemma, but I really can’t allow a student with family in the country to stay over the Christmas break.”
Sherlock Holmes looked up at the headmistress, screwing up her face so that she wouldn’t see Sherlock cry. It was so frustrating, so goddamn frustrating,
“What about John Watson?”
“Miss Watson is in a delicate situation, how you found out about it I have no clue.”
“We’re friends, I know she’s got no family, and that she’s staying over break.”
Dr Thomas raised her eyebrows, probably curious as to how Sherlock Holmes had friends. “Well, I can’t confirm that—” she knew Sherlock had uncanny ways of divining such things “—but I can say that even if, hypothetically, a student were to be staying over Christmas break, it would be only in the most extenuating circumstances.”
“My circumstances are extenuating!”
Dr Thomas sighed.
“Please?” asked Sherlock.
The headmistress took a deep breath and steepled her fingers. “Can you get your family’s agreement?”
Sherlock nodded her head vigorously.
“Well, I suppose if a tuition-paying family were to request for their youngest daughter to spend Christmas at Saint Catherine’s, I would have difficulty refusing. That would be in a hypothetical situation, of course.”
Sherlock cracked a smile.
“You can go.” Sherlock stood and brushed off her uniform skirt. She began walking towards the door, and just as she reach it, Dr Thomas said, “Oh, and Miss Holmes?”
“Yes?”
“We didn’t have this conversation.”
“Naturally.”
“I got permission!” said Sherlock, grasping the form, which was signed by her mother, and requested for Sherlock to stay over break. It was accompanied by a handwritten letter imploring Sherlock not to use the form, which Sherlock was in the process of shredding as John cracked a smile.
“Are you for real?”
“Yes!”
“I’m so excited!” said John, giving her girlfriend a peck on the cheek, once she was sure that no one was watching.
Christmas morning, the two of them woke up in John’s bed, legs wrapped around each other, in their pyjamas and wool socks.
“Merry Christmas,” said Sherlock the moment that she opened her eyes.
John’s eyelids flew open, revealing her shining blue irises, and she exclaimed, “Merry Christmas!” Her smile was so broad, Sherlock thought. It was so bright and merry that Sherlock couldn’t imagine being that happy in her life, except that she did feel that happy, right in this moment. She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about those things.
“I got you something,” said John, grabbing a neatly wrapped gift from off of her armchair.
“I got you something,” said Sherlock, pulling the tissue-paper wrapped package out from underneath John’s mattress.
“You first,” said Sherlock, offering her present.
“Okay,” said John, tearing off the paper. “You know me so well,” she said, when she saw The Oval World: A Global History of Rugby. “Okay, you now,” she said, and Sherlock grabbed John’s present. “I know you don’t usually like trivia, but so many people told me this book was perfect for you.”
Sherlock unwrapped The Disappearing Spoon, smiled, and gave John a peck on her cheek. “It’s perfect.”
“Okay, so breakfast now, then the rest? Afraid I don’t have much to unwrap, but you’ve got a pile right there.” She gestured to the stack of gifts that had been delivered two days previously.
“Of course. And we can share my presents.” Sherlock threw on a dressing gown, truly not giving a whit, especially because there was no one else around except minimal kitchen staff and a few younger students. They were both second-years in the sixth form college, meaning that they had a whole lot of seniority and didn’t have to worry what the students in the lower school thought of them.
John linked hands with her, and the two of them left John’s dormitory, smiling at each other, feeling each other’s palms and fingers, and marveling at the emptiness of the school, the way that each door was left tantalizingly open by cleaning staff, the lack of noise.
They were the only two at breakfast this late, and the staff had left two plates with their names stickied on. The eggs were a bit cold, but as they sat at a long house table across from each other, they could hardly care.
shoutout to @cartinellischnapps for literally being the sweetest jellybean on this entire planet
u always know how to cheer me up buttercup <3
“cartinellischnapps
mentioned you in a photoset
@delilahmidnight look at the poodle bein happi!!!! ”
“@delilahmidnight LOOK AT THE GRUMPY POODLE”
@cartinellischnapps delilahmidnight look at these children being in love”
quin~
royal purple / white / gold !!
ok so to futher that one hc thing: what about angie being all like 'wanna kiss about it?" and peg's like 'i do want to kiss about it!!" and angie's presses against peggy in that tiny, space... and she basically starts making out with peggy and being is looving it, and they end up getting all hot and flustered and then a customer walks in and peggy bangs her head as they scramble to get out, and smooth their clothes, and angie resumes as usual but peggy is Not and and angie winks n pegs is faint
bonus points if it’s not a customer but angie’s mom coming back from lunch.