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wilson’s ending in friday night dinner has me fucking SOBBING bro every time

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got my eyebrow pierced today HEHEHE

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crashing tf out over bbc sherlock oh my god

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Sometimes you just need to pretzel yourself up so your shorter bf can engulf you in a cuddle ♡

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The Grimm fandom better have a roaring comeback when the movie comes out (fingers crossed that it doesn't get shut down halfway through development). I want more gay rarepairs to hyperfixate on.

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London, 2011

Lestrade is in their living room. This isn’t unusual, not in the slightest. But instead, he sits down with a thick heavy case file in his hands. Sherlock sits opposite, somber for once. John towels his hair once more before hanging the towel over the door. 

“What’s going on?”

“A case,” Sherlock puts simply. He passes a document to John. “A 27 year old Bradley Bradshaw – terrible name by the way – has made contact. Apparently he has concerns regarding Baskerville.” 

John skims the document. “Baskerville? That’s like Porten Downs.” 

“It’s been in and out of the papers for decades,” Lestrade continues, handing John the rest of the file. “Bradshaw’s father died out there some twenty years ago. He seems to think there’s something out there still investigating.���

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plotting the most nefarious topgun sherlock cross over and in counting down until saturday when i can write it without stress but AHHH FUCK OMG

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Defenders and Deductions

The real reason why Sherlock drives instead of John in Dartmoor.

(my first sherlock fic in a long time, or sure how we’re back here)

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that fun fresh feeling of not being in testosterone yet and someone you know who has only ever know you as he/they, she/hers you (accidentally) at a restaurant and in the same conversation you get introduced as some shortened version of both your old and new name and it really just drives it home that you will not ever be what you want to be

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growing up totally sucks ass because i used to be a fun Party Girl TM who went out six nights a week, didn’t give a fuck about GPA, and was most focused on having fun. but now i am the Ripe Old Age Of Twenty Three and the thought of spending more than 20 mins in a club makes me want to combust.

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so i have intrusive thoughts just about 24/7 and lately ive been yelling (internally) “get out of my head, fucking hell”

it doesn’t really help but it does make me feel a little more sane

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If Moffat would have put me in the writers’ room…

I’m making John an ER doctor. Probably after Reichenbach.

You’re telling me the combat-trained army doctor isn’t throwing himself into trauma and emergency medicine after losing Sherlock? You’re telling me this man, who treated blast injuries in the field, performed chest tubes in a tent, and sutured wounds under fire, isn’t going to thrive in a place where patients are crashing every hour?

John is devastated. His best friend is gone. His partner. Does he even know what Sherlock was to him?

He copes the only way he knows how. Intubations. Central lines. Running traumas back to back.

He zones out and loses himself in the chaos of the ER. No thinking. No grief. Just the next patient. GSW to the abdomen. RTA rolling in. Code blue in the ICU.

Maybe he takes an attending position at St. Bart’s. Maybe he likes the familiarity of the halls. Maybe he passes the spot where Sherlock fell to his death every day and tells himself it doesn’t matter. Maybe if he saves enough people, he’ll feel something again.

At first, he struggles. The equipment is too much. Too many resources. In the war, he had pressure dressings, ketamine, and luck. Now he has thoracotomies, ECMO, a whole trauma team. It feels excessive. It feels wrong. But he adapts.

Soon, he is the one barking orders. 16-gauge IVs in both arms. 1:1:1 transfusion. Push Epi. Get me a thoracotomy tray. His hands don’t shake. His leg doesn’t hurt. He works fast. He doesn’t go home. He picks up extra shifts. He’s always there.

Sherlock was the genius in the morgue. John is the one keeping people out of it.

Anyways I’m still mourning the bbc Sherlock we could have had.

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You can't park there mate

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rewatching bbc sherlock and ugh im so fucked for this show jesus

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Sneak peek from Flyboys and Daggers

Maverick has been wary the whole time Jake packed and prepared to go. He looked haunted, sad, and resigned. If Pete was honest, he was certain it was like looking in a mirror and he hates it. He wants to spare Bradley and Jake so much of what he and Ice have experienced. Hell, he would love to take all of the Flyboys and Daggers away from the Navy at this point. The prices they've paid have been steep. At least they would have a dinner before Jake left, something the Flyboys rarely managed despite their desire.

Ice was only half surprised the next day when a watery eyes Pete leaned against the doorframe of his home office. Ice was doing the essentials, COMPACFLT is not a 5 day a week job. He glanced at Pete's hand and sighed softly to himself. He knew Pete would read all of Jake's file one day, he was a little glad there hadn't been time before the uranium plant mission. Ice dropped his pen gently on his desk and looked up at Pete, waiting.

"Tom, I don't know if Wolf is the right Flyboy for Jake. I was reading his file and it should be me. Wolf is amazing but, I don't know the file it is so similar in places. Shouldn't we switch?"

Tom couldn't help the small, sad chuckle. He motioned for Pete as he turned his chair, making his lap available. Pete scrunched his brow in confusion, but accepted the invitation. He curled into Ice's lap, dropping the folder on the desk.

Tom's voice was calm and gentle, this was delicate territory. "Pete, I think Wolf is the perfect Flyboy for Jake. Besides, you and I will have new roles for him soon and he deserves a bigger circle than just us."

Pete argued again, "Bradley is doing well now,maybe Slider would be a good fit, someone who can reach Jake, I'm certain this part is locked up and part of why he is closed off."

Ice nodded into Mav's hair with a soft "Mhmm," in assent. "Except Sli and I couldn't help you, remember?" He instinctively lifted his head for Pete.

Pete's eyes met his, "What are you talking about? You and Sli were my lifeline."

Tom pressed a kiss to Pete's lips and nodded, "Yes, we were there to support you, but you wouldn't talk to us about it. We tried, Merlin tired, Sunny and Chipper tried and so did Wood. But there was only one person who finally got you to open up so you could really heal."

Pete's eyes lit up with realization, "Oh my god, how could I forget that. It was Wolf." Pete stared off into space for a moment, stuck in the memory. "You're right, Wolf is the right Flyboy for Jake. I hope he gets there soon, this weight is so heavy for Jake."

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sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????