hey guys
i'm havign a really bad night
if you have any askbox things just please distract me
thank you
anything at all. :(

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hey guys
i'm havign a really bad night
if you have any askbox things just please distract me
thank you
anything at all. :(
NEW REUNION RP
GUYS WITH ALL THE NEW PICTURES I HAVE A MIGHTY FUCKING NEED FOR REUNION RPS PLEASE ALL MY SHERLOCKS WHO IS IN FOR THIS
ANY of the sherlock's you rp with
D'awwwwww, thank you Nonnie ^^ I love them all too, every one. Adore them, really. *sighs over all my beloved Sherlocks* <3333333333333
6: Dinnertime! MUN's favorite food(s) ((Who could pick just one?))
I know right? Well, I love tortellinis with Alfredo sauce, grill cheese, mac'n'cheese with bacon bits, and anything involving potatoes.
M!A Puppylock
John tried to go to the kitchen to make some tea, but found that the scent was somehow unpleasant to him in his current state. The hybrid then grabbed a blanket and went over to the couch; he curled up into a little ball, wrapping his long, blonde, fluffy tail around his side. John's ears were upright for a while, pointing towards the sounds of Mrs. Hudson singing downstairs and listening for Sherlock coming home from a meeting with Lestrade; slowly his left ear lowered as he dozed lightly, though his right stayed up and twitching. The blanket was half-on and half-off of him, curled beneath it, very much a puppy, waiting for someone to come home and take care of him.
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OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOM ILY TOO DARLING COME HERE *hugs tightly and pets* UR MY FAV
hey everyone sorry i've been sorta MIA with asks and messages; i know i'm in the middle of plotting shit with like three separate people and i'm still here just busy. <3!
Open Prompt (for Sherlocks) - Cookies
John was always worried about Sherlock eating; cajoling and prompting and insisting on the medical necessity of sustenance. Today John was trying something new; he'd made Sherlock's favorite cinnamon cookies from scratch. All of 221b smelled of freshly baked cookies all afternoon. John was so engrossed in the task, covered in flour and wearing an apron over his jumper, that he did not hear Sherlock come home.