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making an ask game that's Not Like Other Ask Bait

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LOOK. LOOK AT THEIR WONDERFUL WRITING AND KINDNESS.

not requested but a mediocre something for the light of my life @gr-lestrade <3 love youu ///also i just want to say please keep in mind that everyone deals with dysphoria differently :( ///

Greg Comforts Y/N While They're on Their Period

Show: BBC Sherlock TW: periods, graphic description of pain, dysphoria, mention of nausea, mention of anxiety Character(s): Greg Lestrade, Y/N (gender-neutral, reader has uterus)

Groaning in pain, you tried to ignore the agony in your legs, back, tummy, pretty much everywhere and anywhere, while you lied down on the sofa. You were cold but you didn't dare move from your position in an attempt to try and resolve this, as for one, you were too tired and just couldn't be asked, and second, you couldn't risk more suffering by walking to the bedroom. E-v-e-r-y s-i-n-g-l-e s-t-e-p was like walking on shards of glass-

The ceiling looked quite interesting, and after pondering it for a bit, you must've fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you could feel the weight of a duvet and a warm kiss on your forehead. You opened your eyes to see the one and only Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade, for whom you put on the showcase of a rare smile during such an abysmal week.

Greg smiled back, standing at your bedside. "I was hoping not to wake you up. Found you on the sofa out like a light, but your little nose and feet were freezing."

"Well, I never would've gotten to wake up to your handsome face if I didn't wake up now," you reasoned, holding your arms out. "Cuddle?" you simply asked.

Greg didn't need to be asked twice. He gladly crawled into bed next to you and upon seeing him wearing your fluffy pink cat socks, you giggled.

"What?"

"Your socks!" you pointed, sitting up.

"Oh, I wanted to match with you! Look," Greg said, slightly pulling the duvet up a bit to expose your fluffy-yellow-cat-socks-covered feet: the very doings of Greg himself.

To say the least, you were enamoured by this small gesture on his part, and filled with love, you laid your head in the crook of his neck and hugged him. "I love you," you mumbled.

"I love you too, darlin'," Greg replied, wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing the top of your head. You stayed cuddling like that for a while, before Greg asked you how you were feeling.

"Well, I do feel better after you came home, but everything still hurts," you grumble.

Greg, ever the lifesaver, had already placed a glass of water and some paracetamol on your bedside table.

The rest of the evening encompassed more cuddling, lots of kisses, pizza in bed, TV, Greg making sure you were staying well hydrated, and of course, painting each other's nails.

Bonus:

As soon as Greg put an arm around your waist, you froze, making Greg panic.

"What's wrong? Was it me? Oh my-"

"No, no just." A wave of dysphoria had rolled over you, making you feel both nauseous and anxious. "Hold me tight." You closed your eyes and Greg did as he was told, holding you close in his grip.

With his free hand, he stoked your hair and whispered soothing words to you, telling you how much you meant to him (a lot) and how captivating you were (very much so), while tracing words and shapes on your back and even the little things (like how much he likes the smell of your cologne, or how your freckles look like constellations).

When you recovered, you went back to cuddling on the sofa or in bed, wherever you chose, and Greg confirmed that he has your full consent henceforth if he wanted to hold you or cuddle or anything that made you sensitive.

He loves you and wanted to make sure he could do anything to ease your week, never afraid to show his passion and feelings for you.

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Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

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HELLO CONGRATULATIONS

PEOPLE

BITCHES BASTARDS NON BINARY HOES I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

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especially if you're black. god I wish the world wasn't like this

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i love saying i will be “without access” to email. it’s a lie. i am fully capable of accessing my emails. i simply will not be.

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i would make an excellent goon. i’d be like ”on it boss” and then i’d fuck it up instantly.

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happy tire iron cock tuesday to all those that celebrate <3

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reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.

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Happy birthday, glad you evacuated the womb today 15 years ago!

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Thank-you! I am also glad I didn't stay in the womb.

hope you have a good day :)

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😭😭😭😭 you're so lovely omg I've missed you so much

thankyou for your kind words and all your support over the time we've known eachother, you really are a beautiful person inside and out and I wish I could give you all the love and happiness you deserve

Since I can't give you a big sappy hug irl, please hug any stuffed animals/plushies you have for me x

Love you<3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @gr-lestrade!

I hope you have an amazing day, and it's the best day ever! ❤ You are an amazing person, and I wouldn't not be myself right here, right now without you. 🧡 You deserve all the happiness in the world today, and I wish we could see each other in person; I'd give you a great big hug and a lovely kiss on the forehead. 💛 You truly are a very caring person, and I enjoy every moment of texting you. 💚 I'm glad I'm back so we can talk even more. 💙

Lots of lovely hugs and kisses,

@psychosociogentleman 💜

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15 today :)))

Edit: I QUEUED THIS SO LONG AGO AND MADE A SEWERSLIDE JOKE GOD I HATE MYSELF

But yes, I am 15. I'm sorta proud I made it this far, and I'm no longer deeply horribly depressed so!! Love that for me!!

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DARLING IM BACK 😚😚

WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOUU

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sobbing

Fluffy headcanons you can pry from my cold, dead hands:

Sherlock's best man is, of course, Greg; John's is Mike Stamford, who can't help but grin like the Cheshire Cat throughout all the wedding. Mrs. Hudson cries non-stop: she's too happy for "her boys". They take "Watson-Holmes" as their last name.

Rosie calls John "daddy" and Sherlock "papa". Sherlock calls Rosie "my dear Watson".

Sherlock can cook (after all, it's chemistry), he just doesn't feel like doing it often. Cooking is his go-to silent apology when he's done something that upset John.

John can speak decent Dari, which gets Sherlock really impressed.

Mycroft is an excellent baker. His forte? Challenging, sophisticated French pastries: macarons, croquembouche, éclairs... but he makes a rich, unpretentious chocolate stout cake every year for Greg's birthday, just because it's Greg's favourite.

John loves to sing while doing house chores. He's a bit shy about it, but he actually has a beautiful tenor voice.

John and Sherlock have weekly movie nights. John gets to watch a bad action movie while Sherlock gets to rip it apart with sarcastic comments. Both eventually get fits of giggles, all bundled up together on the sofa. Sherlock absent-mindedly eats pop-corn. Everyone's happy.

When "Uncle Mickey" visits, he gets inevitably dragged into playtime with Rosie - much to his (poorly concealed) amusement. This involves at least one of the following activities: playing Operation, pretend tea-time, baking cookies or dress-up games.

When John gets nightmares (rarely, nowadays), Sherlock will lull him back to sleep by gently stroking his hair and reciting poetry in a soothing voice.

Rosie gets enrolled in ballet classes. Sherlock chaperones her to the introductory parent/child lesson and all the moms swoon over him.

Sherlock will insist on getting a dog. It's a caramel Labradoodle, and they'll call him Gingernut.

They will eventually make friends with Mrs Turner's "married ones".

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im going to say something that white neurodivergents are not gonna like

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I know I went rooting >:)

hi now that I’m back in the fold of johnlock tumblr can someone please help me find this one fic I read back in like 2013 in which john is having ptsd after the pool incident and they go to irene who is a sex therapist and sherlock watches (?) their session and it’s like a trust exercise but it’s also sex that’s all I can remember other than the fact it was written really nicely help me