atamh

[atamh]

‘High-functioning sociopath' is a label my dear brother clings to with all the fervor of a child refusing to grow up.

Psychology, however, is not so obliging.

do you still think your a "high functioning sociopath" or whatever you called it?

becuase your not

i don't think you are

definitely not

nope

Hello.

Your opinion on the matter is noted— and promptly discarded. I know precisely what I am.

SH

[atamh]

you look like this person. I think it's the leader of Czechoslovakia in 1968, but I could be wrong

Charming.

Though, I imagine Dubček's security detail was marginally less competent than mine.

[atamh]

Greatings, Mr Holmes

I'm back momentarily because I need to show this

look what I found

How fortunate for the world that my physique has now been immortalized, M.

I trust they’ll survive the excitement.

[atamh]

Anthea, why on earth does this thing show I’ve posted a ghost?

You don’t like the color red? Why not? Besides, I don’t even know how to get other color options than the already chosen ones, let alone gold.

Is gold your favorite color then?

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[atamh]

You don’t like the color red? Why not? Besides, I don’t even know how to get other color options than the already chosen ones, let alone gold.

Is gold your favorite color then?

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[atamh]

Hello, tis I again.

In case you wanted an update, regarding my dilemma with choosing to go to a preplanned event— I didn’t end up going. It was just to a gaming cafe anyways, if I wanted to game that badly I have a gaming pc, but your words were very comforting so, thank you.

I’ve learned some things now, like how to color code! From this I’m making it obvious to deduce my ‘true’ identity to those who know my very small, inconsequential account but

ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Anyways!! I have a riddle for you, was told to me but I don’t have the faintest clue, I’m not good at these sorta things. I did much better with Cyphers, like the ones left on Sherlock’s Blog. I’m rambling too much— here it is:

When you put yourself out there, you emit yourself. Then for a while, you go backwards. What do you do to yourself?

Have a good rest of the weekend (assuming it’s also still Sunday for you, that is.) If it’s Monday, I hope it’s not a terrible one.

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What I do to myself? I reflect.

And it's good to hear you didn't attend the preplanned event. Though, the colour you're using is hideous. If anything, the text should be

gold.

Obviously.

Thank you for providing this entertaining riddle. It certainly improves a little part of my Monday.

[atamh]

Can I get an awoo? Please sir, I’m so very poor I’ll even settle for an uwu, but anything in these trying times.(I am American)

I see you’ve mentioned your American origins, perhaps as an explanation for your perceived financial hardship.

While I do understand the... challenges of navigating such a system, I must suggest that if you have a second passport, emigrating may indeed be a sound solution.

As for your request for an "awoo," I fear such displays of enthusiasm are beneath me. However, I will offer this: "uwu"—though I assure you, dignity will serve you far better in your pursuit of prosperity.

[atamh]

Kitten, you haven’t been on discord lately. I miss you, reply to daddy soon before he gets angry.

How charming. I must inform you, however, that I am neither a kitten nor someone who frequents Discord—such things are far beneath my dignity.

If you truly wish to elicit a response, I recommend a more refined approach, perhaps a well-penned letter.

And as for "daddy," I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone with a far less distinguished sense of self.

MH

Ps. Anthea: I certainly hope this was not meant for you.

[atamh]

Bro, has the officially newly-minted Nazi across the pond offered to sponsor the wedding? He's very interested in interfering with the British domestic affairs.

I advise against engaging in any conversation that casts such matters in a casual or flippant light. International relations are far too nuanced to be reduced to such glib commentary.

As for the individual in question, I am aware of their... proclivities, but I would suggest it unlikely they would involve themselves in something as trivial as a domestic celebration. If they were to extend such an offer, it would likely be for the purpose of furthering their own interests, rather than a genuine desire to support personal events.

In short, while the idea is intriguing, I’d advise against reading too much into it, or, indeed, allowing such a figure to dictate the terms of what should be a private and joyous occasion.

[atamh]

So this might just be a me thing, but do you ever dread going to an event that you yourself have agreed to, even if it’ll be fun? Maybe this is just my homebody tendencies and anxiety talking though. Any thoughts / fixes? I was going to ask Sherlock this, but then I thought you would get it more, after all you do run the Diogenes club soo clearly, to some degree you might.. possibly relate and or understand.

Sorry this is lengthy, I’m new to using tumblr and this is my first ask.

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While it is true that I oversee the Diogenes Club, which caters to those with a preference for solitude, I do understand the dilemma you describe. One must remember that such events, while sometimes uncomfortable, are often necessary for maintaining one's connections and obligations. The dread you feel is not unusual; it is simply the body’s way of signaling the potential stress of social engagement.

As for 'fixes,' I would suggest minimizing unnecessary worry. Should the event be one you’ve agreed to, there is likely some benefit to attending. Focus on the structure of the event itself—its purpose, its objectives—and frame it as an opportunity rather than a chore. Anxiety tends to feed on indecision and uncertainty, so the clearer your expectations, the less room there is for unnecessary apprehension.

That said, perhaps it's worth considering whether the event is truly something you must attend, or if an adjustment can be made. If it’s of little importance, don’t feel compelled to follow through.

Life is too short to endure social engagements without purpose.

[atamh]

who's a good kitty :3

That would be a matter of perspective, but I’m afraid I’m not familiar with any particularly good kittens.

Most of the ones I’ve encountered tend to be more interested in their own agendas than in being particularly... 'good.'

[atamh]

So Mycroft @atamh allows you to use his credit card? I mean if he doesn't, he could have cancelled it a long time ago.

‘Allow’ is a strong word. The cards always get cancelled immediately after I use them—Mycroft sees to that.

[atamh]

Let’s not start WW III on my brother’s wedding.

Your brother @atamh is going to use your wedding as a networking opportunity for himself, lol. PLEASE make sure he doesn't invite the president across the pond, Mr. Holmes.

Even Mycroft has some standards.

SH

[atamh]

You don’t want your next of kin to be present on your special day?

Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

[atamh]

If you see this, your moot really appreciates you. And thinks you deserve the world. Send this to 10 users, to continue spreading the love.🌎✨

How charming. I’m certain the world would indeed be a better place if more people took to distributing sentimental messages, rather than, say, focusing on matters of greater import.

But thank you, I suppose, for the well-wishes.

[atamh]

Won’t I?

Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

[atamh]

I have to admit, I never thought I’d see the day. But if anyone could manage you, it’s definitely John. Congratulations to you both, @artofdeductionbysholmes and @johnhwatsonblog

Now, I’m just waiting to hear when and where I can make my grand entrance as the difficult relative at the wedding.

Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….