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consultingdick:

“ I am aware of the precise location of everything in this flat. ” He tapped on his temple with one finger, waggling his eyebrows. “ If my clients are bothered by the state of my flat, then they can take their problems elsewhere. ” He huffed and pulled his legs up to his chest. “ If you weren’t around anymore, Mrs Hudson, London would fall. I endeavor to make sure that doesn’t happen, so your point is moot. ”

     “Better get to figuring that one out.” She isn’t going to live forever, and they both know it even if it’s never brought up. “You’ll have to learn how to hoover on your own.” But she does switch it on before he can say anything else, and gets the carpet beneath his feet. Mrs. Hudson turns it off a moment later, and puts her hand on her hip. “You’re really not going to help clean?”

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kingxfcrime:

James frowned when he noticed that the seat was already taken so he had no other choice but to take the one in front of Sherlock.-“Death? I thought we were over that, but I guess old habits never go away”- He crossed his legs and leaned towards him.-“So, where is John? And the lovely small human?”

     “Not something so easily gotten over. We’d get on each other’s nerves more often than not.” He’s sure of that, but he cannot know for sure. “Small human - you mean Rosie? Their home, of course.”

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hetercgeneity:

“Comic cans, the atrocity. I thought someone would’ve taught you better.” Jim made a face, scrunching up his brow for just a second. “I’ll admit that I’m diappointed. I was thinking something like Snell Roundhand Black. It offers a level of elegance, but perhaps comic cans would work for you-” He smirked, biting his bottom lip playfully. 

     “Your reluctance to use Comic Sans only makes me want to use it more. Sherlock Holmes (Detective) and James Moriarty (Criminal) Consults for all your needs.”

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watsonofagun:

Face all criticism with a positive note. John puts on a smile, and his jacket. 

           “Chocolate cake with butter cream icing it is.            I will be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

     Sherlock raises a brow at that. “Am I not coming with you?” He doesn’t mind not leaving the flat - he’s not feeling particularly keen on popping out.

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rosiewatscn:

“I do remember” Rosie nodded with a smile “That cafe had amazing tea” she recalled. “Life will do what life will do, all we can do about that is work around it”

     “I say we go there, and have a cuppa with some little tea cakes or biscuits. I have some time to spare, if you do too?”

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rosiewatscn:

“Oh, you’re hardly that old” Rosie teased. She just about opened her mouth to say that the chips had been enough but after all these years she’d learned to never argue with Mrs. Hudson. Instead, she simply nodded “Yes, of course. Anything I could do to help?”

     “Just the bowls on the table!” She puts down pot holders onto the center of the table, then places the pot of soup atop them. “There, look how tasty that looks. Have a seat, dear. I’m not letting you leave on an empty stomach.”

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IN WHICH ALLISON IS THE WORST AGAIN.

     I am lowkey thinking of not being on this blog. It’s hella low priority and I’m not super interested in it anymore ( apparently multis don’t stick well with me ). But, I want to maybe keep Sherlock. Vote here?

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governmentofficial:

“I am aware of that. The fact that I rarely make mistakes, and that I am proud of that, does not mean that I will not admit that, one in a blue moon, I will somehow pick the wrong course of action. Knowing one’s issues is the key way to correct them.”

     “Very well said, Mycroft. Do you intend on saying that speech to the interns out there, or shall I give my boring lecture on double checking one thing or another.”

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IN WHICH ALLISON IS THE WORST AGAIN.

     I am lowkey thinking of not being on this blog. It’s hella low priority and I’m not super interested in it anymore ( apparently multis don’t stick well with me ). But, I want to maybe keep Sherlock. Vote here?

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beauxvoleur:

        Peri bit at her thumbnail as she begrudgingly continued to listen to Sebastian. The problem was, he was right. And she knew it. Not only about her being under Jim’s thumb, but also that she was close to being in over her head. She wasn’t there yet, but she was close. “I appreciate your concern, but I think that I know better than you what I can handle.”

     “Maybe you can, maybe you can’t. Do you actually know what you’re getting into, Peri?” He is genuinely worried about the young woman, and he knows it’s obvious with his tone and words. “You need to slow down.”

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wasadrinker:

“Infamous? You know I can never tell whether being that is a good thing or not.”

     “Famous for negative reasons. I’ve heard much about you.”

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bigbrotheriswatchingu:

Mycroft Holmes did not consider himself to be sentimental and he stoically refused to accept any truth in the L-word his brother frequently liked to toss about. More often that not, he was simply too busy to ponder his love life or the lack thereof, and on the rare occasion that it presented itself to him like an insufferable conundrum that begged to be solved, he did not struggle to identify other things in his life that kept him sufficiently happy to make any such addition redundant. 

The more inexplicable then were the conflicting feelings Lady Smallwood had inadvertently triggered in him when she had presented him with her phone number. The memory of it still made him squirm with immense discomfort. He hadn’t been able to look at his office desk quite the same anymore. It was as if by extending her card she had opened (a can of worms) his eyes to possibilities he had not even considered. Most infuriating of all was the prevailing sense of helplessness. He was fully, entirely and shockingly out of his depth. The consequences of initiating any sort of romantic entanglement were catastrophic at best! The consequences of misinterpreting her intentions were even worse! Still, he found himself in his bedroom, his home office or any other such location night after night, fingering the card that had got the ball rolling. He re-visited her tone, her stance and even her wording time and time again, yet the conclusion he reached was always the same: He’d have to pick up the phone and call her if he wanted certainty. And so eventually ring her he did. It was late in the evening and his heart was beating through his chest like a damnable traitor, even though he had no idea yet what exactly he planned to say to her. Spontaneity had never been his strongest suit. Then her voice resounded from the other end of the line, making retreat an impossibility.  “Good evening, I hope I’m not being a nuisance? This is Mycroft…Mycroft Holmes…”

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     Giving Mycroft Holmes her number had been a risk and a gamble, but one she didn’t regret in the coming days and weeks. She knew that, eventually, he would call her, utilizing the phone number she had offered to him. Whether it be expanding on the offer, or simply asking for clarification or simple reason. So when her phone rings some time after giving away the number, she is not surprised to see that it’s Mycroft. In fact, she’s happy about it.

     “Hello, Mycroft.” She almost laughs at the formality in his voice. “I do believe you are the only Mycroft I know of. No need to tack on the Holmes.”

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venturousheart:

          “You’re an anomaly,” Clara retorted. It was a bad quip, but that was the entire point of it. At the mention of where said tea was she nodded and stood up. “I’ll go get some. D’you want some, too? And yeah, he can be like that. He’s a sentimental old idiot. If you hadn’t noticed that already, that is. Why has your kitchen been turned into a lab?”

     “Very clever comeback. Did you think of it yourself?” He rolls his eyes, but there is the slightest of smiles tugging at his lips. “I might drink it if you make it. Might not. You decide if you want to waste the energy. Experiment.” Easy access to drugs, more like.

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consultingsister:

  “I know it’s horrifically lame, but I do genuinely believes that things happen for a reason. There is some sort of rhyme and reason as to why things happen they way they do; and it might never affect you or you may never see it, but her death will have some sort of positive affect on the planet. Hey, maybe a friend is gonna write an amazing book because she learns that life is short through this. Or– in two days, she would have crashed her car into a school bus and like ten kids would have died.” She smirks– she isn’t awful at this cheering up thing, but she really not that good. “It’s alright, I make up with my looks for how insecure and insane I am. No one gets their cake and eats it too.” 

     Even though it’s maybe not the best way to be cheered up by the entire situation, it does make some sort of sense to him. He must have been hanging around the Holmes for too many years. “Yeah, you’re right, I think. Doesn’t make it any less hard, you know.” Just because logic is thrown in doesn’t make the emotional response any less. “You’re not insane. At least I don’t think so anyway.” 

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consultingsister:

 Milk halfway out the bag, she pauses and gives a breathy laugh. “Twenty questions? Um,” she considers, beginning to walk through to the kitchen again before calling back, “Well you obviously met at work, he doesn’t go anywhere; apart from his clubs and they’re seriously lacking in the female gender. So do you work in same– department?” 

     Alicia follows the youngest Holmes, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen. “In a sense. Mycroft doesn’t exactly have a department.” Hasn’t in quite awhile either. “But yes, we did meet through our work.”

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askthesyraxian

“If I’m so annoying, why not let me drink the poison? Makes sense in my opinion.” Riley returns the shrug, then puts her hands in her jacket pockets. “Perfect opportunity, if a tad coincidental.”

     “I don’t want to deal with the clean up. And I know Mrs. Hudson will be very unhappy if she has to pick up after a corpse.”

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watsonofagun:

John returned without a girlfriend again. Should have known, since at his age, it wouldn’t be as easy to simply pick up one off the streets, especially if the stench of corpses was still clinging to his jacket. In any case, his eyebrows went up at the sight of Mrs. Hudson in the flat, and entering only to understand why, looking from his conked-out flatmate to his landlady with a huff of a laugh.

         “Mrs. Hudson, you really shouldn’t.”

     “He doesn’t ever have to know!” And it would be very possible that he wouldn’t know. There were some things he just never noticed, never knew about. Like how Mrs. Hudson brought tea up almost daily and he never once realized where it appeared from. “Look at him, John. It’s precious!”