#this just sort of... happened

[tardis-scooter]

Outcast

You presume to know my problems Yet you have never met me You are sure you know solutions Yet you know nothing about me You say I am an addict Yet I don’t even take my prescriptions You are positive I’m alcoholic Yet I don’t even drink when offered You say that I am a leech Yet I pay taxes too You claim there’s so much help Yet I qualify for so little You yell that I am lazy Yet you can’t see my hard work You are so sure that I'm crazy Yet I'm struggling not to be You think it’s all my fault Yet you won’t ask how it happened You say that I must leave here Yet I have nowhere to go You say I’m undeserving Yet I apparently deserve this You say I’m less than human Yet I bleed the same red you do You hate me because I’m homeless Yet I’ve done nothing to you

[edyluewho]

wanted to be a better brother, better son,

[tender-vittles]

When loveyourcrookedneighbour isn't home... thatgirlwhodraws: plays trombone Me: slams oven door

[ohmydearios]

Sherlock yawned and stretched out his arms, the weak rays of light creeping in under the curtain dragging him into wakefulness. He reached out a hand and froze as it landed amongst cold sheets. His sleepy smile vanished. "M-Mycroft?" he called out softly. The next 23 seconds were the worst of Sherlock's life. Then his brother's head appeared around the bedroom door, closely followed by the rest of him. He was carrying a tea tray and looking rather pleased with himself. His expression fell at the look of fear in Sherlock's eyes, now fading but still clearly visible. "Oh, Sherlock," he whispered, putting down the tray and hurrying to wrap his younger brother in a tight embrace. "It's okay," he murmured, pressing small kisses into his hair, "It's okay." Sherlock nuzzled closer into his brother's robe, inhaling deeply. Mycroft was here, he was fine, he hadn't left, or been kidnapped, or hurt... And he still loved Sherlock. That was important. "I'm sorry," Sherlock whispered softly into his brother's skin. Mycroft squeezed him tighter in response. "I will always be here, Sherlock," he promised. His little brother looked up at him with a watery smile, and Mycroft bowed his head to place a gentle kiss on those quivering lips. "I do love you, you know," he murmured fondly.