#geniusofdeduction

[byebyecroft]

“Fighting talk, Brother Mine.. why don’t you give everyone a little taste of your kazoo skills?”

“ Some things are best left exclusively reserved for private enjoyment, dearest. ”

[galxhxd]

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

THIS question is difficult to answer, purely because Harrydoesn’t believe in the concept of heroes.The word implies a certain sense of admiration– something she doesn’t think appropriate for doing what she considers to bethe right thing.

That being said! If she didattribute any value to the word, she would strive to be some-one who could view herself as a hero (althoughnever her own hero), in line with herquoting Hemingway. That task,however, becomes impossible after Kentucky, and what happens in the churchthere.

[toldabetterstory-archived]

did u kno that one time John told a dad joke so terrible that Sherlock pretended that he deleted him from his memory??? ( @fortitudina // @geniusofdeduction ))

[britishnation-archive]

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“Am I to assume I am Peacock?”

“ Strangely fitting, is it not? ” 

[thewxman]

[ SMS; Mr Holmes ] I’ve dropped Hero at John’s. Said he’d have her for the night. [ SMS; Mr Holmes ] We have a table reserved at The Ledbury for 8pm... [ SMS; Mr Holmes ] ...and a room booked at The Portobello. [ SMS; Mr Holmes ] Happy saving-my-life Anniversary. x

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[magpiesandmurder]

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                                    Drip, drip.

         James Moriarty rarely found himself resorting to hard drugs for recreation, but it was one of those days where he sought to involve himself with the hard powder. The spoon he held had crushed up rock that begun to MELT at the contact of water dripping out of the half-finished water bottle James held in his other hand. The powder fully dissolved, allowing the needle to SUCK up all the toxic liquid as the plunger drew back. The consultant set down the now-full instrument on the table in front of him and switched tasks: tie up his arm.

         The rubber tie suffocated his upper arm, prompting veins to pop out and reveal themselves in the horribly lit room —the method was a success, for after a few taps, a thick vein showed itself from his inner elbow, ready to take in any oncoming storm.

         He heard someone enter the room, but wasn’t fond to care, and remained hunched over himself with the needle again in his hand. The idea of waiting any longer and striking up conversation with his guest was far too displeasing to him when he could be drowning himself in bliss and high.

                        “There’s more powder and needles on the table if you plan on joining.”

          The needle found the blood vessel and ATTACKED at an intravenous angle; he pushed the plunger and let out an audible moan, already feeling the energy shaking throughout. It didn’t take long for his heart rate to SKYROCKET, bringing him to a heightened feeling of anxiety - he hated this part. But as the minutes begun to pass, he felt the WARMTH fill his body, envelop him, and spread with a unique energy throughout. His fingers begun to shake and his legs slowed into a tingling sensation that brought a silly smile to his features. James had long taken out the needle and put it on the table - now he found himself laying back on the bare mattress he had solely for his drug adventures.

                                                              “Come on, it’s greattt~.”

[brokenthimbles]

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[drdumaurier]

@geniusofdeduction replied to your post:

Niki… Why? — just… WHY?

Well, she’s trying with her tongue now...