#hisloyalwriterjw

[ilmiotas]

I have returned to Tumblr

Previously, I was hisloyalbloggerjw, hisloyalwriterjw, and Sadishappiness.

Now I'm a multimuse blog >:D

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@hisloyalwriterjw / continue

It was a start at least. Enough to whet her curiosity. “Really? What sort of witch?” From any one else, it might have been a sneering mockery. From Sherlock, it was genuine curiosity.

[nichtsehen]

*gives Bern a lil smooch*

She managed a faint, exasperated smile as she shook her head, staring out at the river.

"How did you find me? I just got back in the city, I didn't even have time to text."

Yet John had figured it out. Or Sherlock. Who could know.

[consultingdick]

@hisloyalwriterjw replied to your post: hiatus

Taz IS so much better

i’ve levelled up to friends at the table now

[fracturedlayers]

@hisloyalwriterjw

There was a great deal of shouting, punctuated by a screeching violin, that greeted John before he even reached the front door of their building. It was unmistakably the Holmes brothers having a row, which the doctor would see for himself inside the flat.

Sherlock, red-faced, hair disheveled and clothed in pajamas, gestured emphatically with the instrument in his hand.

"JOHN. So GOOD of you to join us. Unfortunately, Mycroft was just LEAVING."

A sentence that ended with a deathly glare at the elder brother.

[amanandgoodatit]

❛ i thought i’d be dead in a truck with my hand hanging out of the taillight by now. ❜

@hisloyalwriterjw || John Mulaney Sentence Starters

“-- D’you often find y’self shoved in the boots of cars, mate?”

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@hisloyalwriterjw​ continued (x):

John sighs, still staring at the telly with a slight pout, trying to keep angry. Unfortunately, he can never stay mad at Greg.

He shifts, making room on the couch for the other man.

     Obviously, Greg was half expecting John to tell him to piss off, so when the other moved, he had to hold back a smile. With a small breath, he sat down beside John, quite close to him. Then he held out an arm in invitation for a hug.

     “Come here? Please.”

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@hisloyalwriterjw​ / JOHN

[ msg // JOHN ]          Why would I be mad?          Slightly concerned at most.          I don’t want you passing out drunk in a whole somewhere it will take me forever to find you.