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“...Sea monkeys. We had...  Sherlock, what the hell were  you doing with sea monkeys?”

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“JOHN!!

              The sea monkeys have gone MISSING. I’ve               specifically left  the bowl  in  the loo and now               the bowl is empty.  My  citizens are missing.”

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Random lyric starters

"It's 4:03, and I can't sleep."

"We get by just fine here."

"I think she's/he's having a meltdown."

"I know everything, you don't want me too."

"I took her/him back and made her/him dessert."

"I know I'm being used."

"Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same."

"I'm sorry enough to tell you that I'm okay and I'm never going to see you again."

"I've got a long list of ex-lovers."

"But I wonder where were you, when I was at my worst down on my knees?"

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you."

"Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out."

"And now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I?"

"And I'd be anything for you, but I'll never fit the bill."

"I think I've fallen out of love with you."

"They like you best when you are vulnerable."

"Who do you trust when all I know is at home in all the wars?"

"Who do you turn to when the best of everyone you knew has turned on you?"

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Headcanon - John is a skilled artist, his preferred medium being charcoal. In Afghanistan, his time off duty was often spent sketching portraits of both his comrades and of local inhabitants. He still keeps the portrait of Sholto that he had been working on before Sholto was attacked. 

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“Yeah, thanks for that, Mycroft. What would I do without you?”

“Nothing, really. I am just pointing out how readable you are. You should really work on that.”

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❝—— People change their minds  all the time, Victor. What makes  you different? ❞

"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye." [and their angst continues]

“But we both know you’d choose him. Every time.” 

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John looked down at Archie, his features filled with incredulation. Dating advice from a child. Had his love life really become that hopeless? “Look,” he muttered under his breath, folding his arms. “I’m perfectly happy on my own. For now, anyway.” 

Archie merely shrugged. “In all the books, you have to sweep your true love of their feet. That’s all I’m saying, Uncle John. Go big or go home.”

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[OK, trying to get John active again. I’m trash, I know. But focusing on trying to develop him after a few in depth conversations with theyardsleastirritatingofficer - someone I can wholeheartedly thank for taking my love of meta and challenging that to the extremes of every character portrayal I write. -cracks knuckles- Expect a lot of head canon-y drabbles over the next few days.]

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“Then tell me what the hell you’re on about.”

"I can read you like a magazine."

“If you’re trying to threaten me, Mycroft…”

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caringwasmyfall: “Give me angst” me: *angsts all over the place* caringwasmyfall: “WHAT THE FUCK KIM? TOO MUCH ANGST”

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"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."

But he hadn’t been gone, had he? 

John’s fingers lingered on the coat laid out on the bed, Sherlock’s words echoing through his mind. “Goodbye, John.”

No, John told himself, as he straightened out the collar. Sherlock had been back - had come back wearing this very coat. The tiny specks of blood were from where he had thumped him, repeatedly, for the pain he’d caused. And the crumpled shoulders were evidence that he had grabbed Sherlock to headbutt him. No other explanation, other than the fact the coat lay under his fingertips held all the proof he needed. 

And Molly’s tears, when he’d asked for an explanation - that was guilt, through and through. Helping Sherlock hide. Making it look as if he’d never returned. He pitied Molly for being dragged into this once more. Almost pitied Tom for not seeing how much of a liar his pregnant wife could be. 

As he sank down onto the bed, he started thumbing through the wedding photos. A clever manipulation, he thought, as he searched for Sherlock - dressed almost identical to himself. Sherlock had to be there. He’d been best man. Moved everyone to tears. He’d remembered Mrs Hudson’s tear-stained face, how everyone had been there. So why did this photo make his wedding look like a small, private affair? And when had Harry turned up? 

He didn’t hear Mary enter the room, climbing onto the bed behind him, and barely noticed her arms wrapped around him. It was a kick from their unborn child that startled him back to reality, and he turned to look at her, his expression crumpled in pain. 

“Why can’t I find him, Mary? He was here?” He jabbed a finger at the empty seat beside him on the wedding photo, refusing to acknowledge the concerned look on Mary’s face, the way her grip loosened. 

“John, please,” came her desperate begging, one he’d heard so many times before. “Come on. You’re… You need to stop this, John.” Her hand moved to his arm, and John looked away, his jaw clenched. “Please. You’re supposed to be getting better. For us. For our baby.” 

And that was what everyone expected from him, John told himself. He needed to learn to lie in the effortless manner in which everyone around him did. He needed to pretend Sherlock had never come back.

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“Stop. Just... Stop lying to me, Victor. Please.”

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

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  ❝——I never wronged you.❞

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"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye." [and their angst continues]

“But we both know you’d choose him. Every time.” 

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"I know you heard about me."

“No. Really. I haven’t. Who are you?” 

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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"I can read you like a magazine."

“If you’re trying to threaten me, Mycroft...”

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1989 Starter Sentences (pt. 1)

"Baby, I know places we won't be found."

"All you had to do was stay."

"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."

"Everybody here wanted something else."

"Welcome to New York."

"You can want who you want."

"I could dance to this beat forever."

"Any true love drives you crazy."

"I could show you incredible things."

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

"I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Oh My God, look at that face."

"I can read you like a magazine."

"I know you heard about me."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"It's gonna be forever."

"I love the players, and you love the game."

"We're young and we're reckless."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"The worst is yet to come."

"I can make all the tables turn."

"Who is she?"

"You'll come back each time you leave."

"It's gonna go down in flames."

"You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."