#jeeeze

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Choi Sangmin's thigh tattoos. That's it. That's the post. Jfc.

[legobiwan]

Doing a little more research for Secret Writing Project. Plus, I finished my listen of Master and Apprentice on my daily “get outside of quarantine and flap around while listening to Star Wars and greet every cat I see with at least 5 minutes of one-sided conversation” walk.

And…poor Rael. 

Nim was 14 when she died. This means Rael had a student for 2 years, tops, and then had to kill her. 

No wonder Rael went off the deep end on Pijal, that’s got to be traumatic as hell.

[sirussly]

(( OOC: It happened again.

.......I shut Oli in the wardrobe. ))

[tumbleweed-run]

It takes a few weeks for Sherlock to notice, really notice.

They’re in John’s flat while Baker Street rebuilds and it’s been three weeks. Sherlock’s been repeatedly told that there’s only so much rushing one can force into construction to do when a grenade blows a hole through your wall and floor.

It’s 3:17am and Rosie is on her twenty-seventh minute of hysterical wailing. Sherlock’s been awake the entire time, listening as John goes through the motions. A change and a feed the first order of business except Rosie won’t settle enough to drink.

John is patiently trying to talk his daughter down in a hypnotic voice Sherlock really must look into because he’s nearly convinced that ‘it’s alright’.

“Hush now, lovely, it’s all fine.” John soothes.

Sherlock is in the sitting room, listening over the monitor, and his eyebrows knit together.

There’s a pause in the wails and an audible gulp that will no doubt end in some impressive gas from the tiny girl.

“That’s my girl.” John says, relief evident in his voice. “There you are my beautiful sweet girl.”

That’s when it hits Sherlock.

lovely my girl princess darling love baby

John has called Rosie all of those and more (he insists on calling her Regan when she’s having a fit, Sherlock hasn’t a clue why) but not once in the last two and half weeks has he called her by name.

Sherlock is considering this realization when suddenly John appears in front of him looking exhausted. Neither of them have slept in a bed since they’ve been here. Sherlock would rather die than sleep in a bed in which John and Mary have lain together. John hasn’t offered an explanation but the one time Sherlock found him lingering the doorway it was clear John’s hallucination was hidden within the room.  So instead they’ve been kipping on the sofa, the chair, or one memorable moment John slept on the floor in Rosie’s nursery.

“Tea?” John asks.

Sherlock nods, still mulling over the name issue.

“She’s young enough you could change it.” Sherlock ventures cautiously after John’s handed him a cup.

John’s back stiffens. “What?”

“You’re obviously adverse to using her proper name. Not once since...” Sherlock trails off not willing to bring up Sherrinford yet, “not since we’ve been back.” 

John seems to deflate into the chair. “I’m a shit father.” He says softly enough he might not have meant for Sherlock to hear. 

“No, John, I didn’t mean to imply- you’re a marvelous father how could- I just thought...” Sherlock trips over his words in an effort to reassure John how he isn’t a ‘shit father.’

John just shakes his head. “It’s fine you’re right.”

“John,” Sherlock starts again, more composed. “I meant simply that no one would judge you if you changed her name to something less... painful.”

“I would.” John says bitterly into his tea cup.

They’re both quiet for some time, the only sounds in the room are the clinking of tea cups and Rosie’s tiny snuffles over the monitor.

“I’ve tried it, calling her by name.” John says finally. “It’s just when I say her name, I think of A.G.R.A. and that Rosamund killing people for money and I can’t, I just can’t.”

[halscavendish-moved]

oh my god, prime just added American Horror Story and all of a sudden I’m like 14 again

[justareallyboredfangirl]

Vanoss’s laugh in his GTA upload THO

[justareallyboredfangirl]

y'all. i was testing all the references and i just...this game y'all...this is too fucking much y'all...

[lizziesvent-blog]

OKAY I GET IT IM FAILING MY CLASS DOESN'T MEAN YOU NEED TO BRING ME INTO EVERY TALK WHEN MY BROTHER FAILS