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[ cont. ] with @drdumaurier

                             “ Oh !! Oh --- ” The whole blasted thing must easily be among the top five of Martin’s most embarrassing pre-Christmas moments. And all of it is, because of bloody COURSE it is, entirely Douglas’ fault. A bunch of mistletoe? In the flight deck? Attached in a most definitely non-flight-standard-regulated way?! None of this would have happened without his completely unprofessional idea to smuggle those orchids on Carolyn’s birthday. Because - !! Without this unfortunate predecessor of, of, of ... of unprofessionalism, Martin COULD have rejected their ever-eager steward’s holiday decoration on behalf of a generalised plant-ban anywhere close to the Captain’s seat. If it weren’t for the terrible orchids, and if Arthur hadn’t endeavoured to and, annoyingly enough, succeeded in giving Martin the world’s most desolate puppy gaze --- if all of that hadn’t thoroughly undermined his authority as the Captain --- !! 

 His thoughts are cut tragically short before they stand any chance to come to a close. Oh, good grief! The doctor kissed him! She kissed him not on the cheek, not on the forehead, but on his mouth! His stumbling, dry, worrying mouth that couldn’t ever be in the same class, neither in terms of softness nor, er, upper-class-ness, as hers. “ Oh! You --- you k... kissed ... --- was this intentional? Are you --- quite certain you should l-like to k-kiss ... ? I, I mean, of ... of course you would, I’m the CAPTAIN! I ... am. That. The, the. The Captain! It’s a good position to be in, isn’t it? Isn’t it just? It is! Isn’t it? And not the, hah, only position that suits me, if you know what ... or, or NOT! Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that, I’m --- ughhh. You - you - you - you’ll ... p-probably want to wait for D-Douglas, anyway, if you. Er. If you like ... kissletoe misses. Mistletoe kisses!! This is ... this is all Arthur’s fault, I’ll ask him to remove it, I’ll ... ARTHUR! ARTHUR! Get into the flight deck this second, please! ”

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                                Johnny’s not actually asleep. He hasn’t been properly sleeping in half an hour, at least. Dozing off, perhaps, yeah, but only once or twice, only to then startle awake thinking Gheorghe has disappeared in the meantime. But he’s always wrong. Every time he pulls his heavy eyelids apart a crank, there he is, snuggled into the crook of Gheorghe’s neck just like he was when he slumbered off. Not that there’s plenty of space for the lad to go, anyway. They’re still tightly packed together aboard the old bus that keeps rattling along hole-riddled little roads toward home. Still, though. He’s scared shitless that Gheorghe’s going to change his mind and leave. Worst thing is, Johnny would get it. He’s always known he’s an arsehole, ta, no need to remind him --- and maybe the promise that he’s going to make up for the shitty things he did before Gheorghe left him won’t be enough. 

         But no. When he looks up, the other’s still asleep, no sign that he’s planning to run. The way his lashes scribble pointy shadows across his skin makes something in Johnny’s stomach clench. He gave himself an electric shock, once, more than once, by stumbling head-first into a pasture fence. That’s exactly what it feels like to look at Gheorghe. He never noticed ‘til now how much he really missed him, not even during all those hours he spent in that stuffy trailer hating the hell out of himself. There’s a part of him that refuses to believe he’s really taking his Gheorghe back to the farm. He breathes him in, enjoys the warm, woolly scent, and pushes his nose into the mess of curls just behind Gheorghe’s ear. Still the man doesn’t give a single twitch of protest. Seems to have worked his brains out in that awful place. Probably Johnny’s fault. The next stop’s theirs, though, so he’s got to find a way to get a reaction out of him, even if he wishes he could let him sleep. After giving it a moment’s thought, he pokes Gheorghe in the side and twists his finger a couple of times. Then, because it doesn’t seem to help, he pushes his hand under the lad’s jumper and puts his palm flat on his belly, tickling at the dark hairs he finds there. He’s got half a mind to shove his fingers down the front of his trousers instead, but nah. Can’t go about screwing with little old grannies’ minds aboard a public bus. 

                                                     “ Oi, wanker, ” he mumbles lovingly, touching his lips to the soft shell of Gheorghe’s ear. Just to be a brat, he pinches it between his teeth for good measure, smug grin on his lips. Or maybe it’s a happy one. He’s taking his boy home, after all. “ You comin’, or what? ” 

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wow! just found out you don’t have to eat the stick in the middle of the ice cream

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If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace, Give me a bitter glory.

Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas), untitled, 1913  (via miserios)

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Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency - Season 2 Episode 10 : Nice Jacket

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I know it’s a little late, but I’m SO into Dirk Gently right now…

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❛EvᴇryŧhᎥחg Ꭵs coחחᴇcŧᴇȡ❜ - ᗫᎥrk Ꮹᴇחŧly

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I am an incurable romantic. I believe in hope, dreams and decency, love tenderness and kindness. I believe in mankind.

Leonard Nimoy (via thorodinsoh)

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The temporary holding area for my new British police cutlass.

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The exact scene where I fell in love with DGHDA:

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I needed to sketch something before I go to bed so I doodled Sherlock hanging at Mycroft’s place after the Reichenbach fall. The world needs more Holmes brothers fanart.

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[ Have you ever noticed how Mycroft almost never refers to Sherlock by name when he speaks about him in the presence of others? It’s always my brother. My brother. MY brother. My BROTHER. MY BROTHER. 

Like yes, Mycroft, we get it, everyone gets it, he’s YOUR BROTHER, yours, only yours, your sibling, under your protection, nobody’s but yours, this is really starting to get a bit embarrassing, literally everyone you’ve ever met knows that he’s your brother because you can never shut up about it. 

TLDR Mycroft is so proud to be Sherlock’s older brother and nobody can convince me otherwise. ;A; ]

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sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments 

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God’s Own Country (2017)