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[TEXT: The Weirdo] It’s split pea soup. I haven’t had this in years; I don’t know how she knew I liked the stuff.

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Deck the Halls With Lights and Pray for Sanity || closed

@ginnylestrade

   “If I have to go to this party, so do you.” No argument would be accepted. He passed her light up antlers to her and then tossed a light up sweater. Oh yes, it would be a horrible matching outfit night out and John planned on paying her in a month’s worth of coffee.

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Mulled Wine and a Horrible Sweet Tooth || Closed

@james-m0riarty

   “Alright boss…almost there.” John kept his hands over the man’s eye’s, carefully walking him through the home until he made it to the dining room. He’d worked his tail off for this and like hell would he let his boss sneak a peek at what he’d put together.

   It wasn’t much, he knew that, but it was meant to be a sort of ‘thank you’ mixed with ‘Merry Christmas’. And yes, it was a week before Christmas but he was calling it a Christmas dinner anyways. A rump roast that he’d had cooking in the crock pot since that morning, various vegetables, a loaf of bread that he’d finished baking just before he got here, and a Black Forest cake with cherries that had soaked in cherry liquor between the cake layers. Over the surface, he had a dark chocolate frosting and then whipped cream along the bottom edge and then delicately adorning the top. The rest of the soused cherries were set on top with the sauce they had been in drizzled over the top.

   John didn’t play; everything on that table had been made from scratch and if his boss had one complaint, he was going to strangle him.

   Helping him into a chair, John finally pulled his hands away and grinned, “Kinda early but…Merry Christmas.”

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From || @watsonandholmesrp

   If there was one thing to set him off right then, it was the continued clatter and being “shooshed”. John raised his head up a hair and grabbed at the pillow beneath him, took aim, and then threw the pillow at the back of Sherlock’s head. His aim was perfect, and John dropped his head back to the couch cushion with a satisfied smirk. At this point, he didn’t care about the mess it would no doubt leave, John was used to cleaning up most of it anyways.

   How was this any different?

   “Don’t shoosh me or I swear I will throw the large couch cushions at you next,” he mumbled.

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“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

@lovemorgupaludan

   He didn’t reallyknow how to…fix this. John thought he had been doing everything right, or asright as he could possibly manage. But fear of him leaving her for another?Have he flirted with someone unintentionally? John immediately set to wrackinghis brain for a moment that it could have happened.

   “Liz…Liz, I’m notgoing to replace you.” Really, no one could replace her. No one would be ableto fill the shoes she’d claimed as her own.

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Blog Post, Closed; Assignment: Chloroform is Not for Party Games

@dicksleuth

   What time was it? Two am. He bit back a curse at being woken not even an hour after he fell asleep. If he could strangle Sherlock, he would. What would come of that? Peace and quiet and a heck of a lot more sleep. In prison, it would mean he got hero of the day for killing off the prick who helped put them there.

   He weighed the pros and cons of it and decided that he’d suck it up and deal with this mess. He wanted to find out what Sherlock was going to do with it anyways.

   “Alright fine…lemme put on some clothes and we’ll go out…shopping. Where the hell are we going to find the stuff anyways?” Chloroform. How do you even get it? Or were they going to break into the labs and make some? Oh stars he hoped they weren’t making their own.

   “You’re not going to use this on me for an experiment, are you? Because I will likely strangle you when I wake up.” Tying his shoes up, he grabbed his coat and threw it on. “Ready when you are.”

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❄

@lovemorgupaludan

   Well, things couldbe worse. They had enough food to last them for about two or three days. Butfirewood? They had enough for maybe two days. Maybe. If he can make it stretch.The power would be out soon—op, there it is—but now they had to figure out howthey were going to make this work.

   John pulled outall of the blankets and pillows, their coats, and a gas heater for when theyran out of wood, if they ran out of wood.

   “Alright…I need tofind those hot packs to set next to the fire. Unless you want to go look forthem while I’m working on the fire?”

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KISS

@lovemorgupaludan​

Kiss on the nose: You make me happyKiss on the lips: Romantic love/AttractionKiss on the neck: I want you/You are mineKiss over the heart: I am connected to youKiss over the wrist: I think you are beautifulKiss over the back of the hand: Respect/ReverenceKiss on the palm of the hand: I am yoursKiss on the knuckles: ProtectivenessKiss on the fingertips: I care about youKiss on the stomach: Sexual attractionKiss on the knees: I want to support youKiss on the feet: Loyalty

   “I uh, I hope that’sokay? Is that okay? If not…that’s fine.” He gently kissed her nose once more, “Just…wantyou feeling your worth to me is all.”