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Jaymes 

“Well, Sherrinford Hope-Holm-” Before she can finish what she’s saying, he’s lifting her hand and she can’t help but watch curiously. Most of the guys she knew weren’t exactly the kiss your hand types, but the pink tint now forming in her cheeks made it clear she liked it. “No, I don’t want to go to any department. I want to go somewhere fun.”

     "Um, I uh, um..." Sherrinford dampened his lips before spinning      on his heel, "And that's the end of the tour, thanks for coming."      They didn't seem all that bothered and slowly started to scatter      as he turned back to Jaymes, smiling shyly. "The dorms are in      the old building, it's got an attic but no one goes in there, it's just      used for storage but um, there's, there's something that I could      show you up there... if you wanted?"

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“He’s never said anything about a half brother.”

     “That doesn't surprise me. Would like to       see a picture of us as boys as evidence?”

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thebamfblueelf

“Ja quite he saved me from an angry mob when I was about seventeen und the… well.. I jointed the X-men.” He shrugged some giving a gentle smile.

     “He is, was, a good man." He nodded in agreement, "He used       to teach me, but, he was more of a brother than a teacher. So       you're one of his X-Men? Which one are you?”

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Do you ever look at your muse’s parents and go - look at the mess you made?

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     “When shit happened in heaven,                               some angels crashed on to earth.”

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     “When shit happened in heaven,                               some angels crashed on to earth.”

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Ingrid Michaelson - In The Sea

No, no don’t rescue me. I like the saltwater sting. It feels so good just to feel. It feels so good just to feel something. In the sea, in the sea, in the sea.

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Winona Ryder

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Me. Everyday. 

(Girl, Interrupted) 

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&&. aesthetic ;; the new father

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Ew...

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Photograph by The Bowler Man

[More London here →]

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Jaymes

“Well aren’t you skittish, Bambi. I swear I don’t bite.” Jaymes jokes, bumping into him lightly. Behind them the rest of the group remains glues to their phones, barely aware of what’s happening about them. “I’m Bond, Jaymes Bond. And you’re the guy doing a great job of convincing me to go here. But I think we should ditch the zombies and find ourselves on the road less traveled.” She suggests, all but itching to see more of the less toured areas of the campus.

     Stammering again, she earns a blush this time as he plays with his      hands, looking down at them with a sheepish smile, "I’m Sherrinford      Hope-Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you." He slowly reaches for her      hand, bringing it up so he could press a kiss the spot where the back      of her hand met her wrist before gently lowering it again. "It's an, um      an excellent place to learn... oh? Wh-what do you mean?" He furrows       his eyebrows, still staring at his hands, too shy to look up. "What are      you, um, planning to study here? I could take you to that department?"

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SH

                      He pulled the shirt over his head and resumed drinking his tea, as though the subject matter was about the weather – he’d prefer it that way. The past week had been full of emotional highs and lows and he’d rather act like it was nothing special. His relapse, that is. Even though it’s anything but… it’s a massive life event that has turned his world upside down. 

                                         ❝ too much for my preference, yes. ❞

                             "If you need some neutral ground, I don't live                               far and Morland avoids me like the plague." 

     Morland turning up was probably the last thing Sherlock wanted, with that frustratingly calmness that made you wish he was shouting, so if he could provide an escape for his half-brother then he would. This wasn't as small as his brother's conversational attitude would suggest, but at least he's off the roof. Sherrinford returned to his drink, taking a sip of the hot liquid before offering Sherlock a little smile, it was clear he wanted to move past this all.

                             "And you know Eiry adores her uncle Sherlock."

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