Oh. So you're either an angel, a demon or an alien...?
This whole place is absolutely crazy.
It seems I let myself slip away on blogging.
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You've passed your forties?
You don't look a day over 19...
It seems I let myself slip away on blogging.
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Watch out, this is what happens when you start to get old.
It seems I let myself slip away on blogging.
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It was less "ill" than "I'm hiding away from everyone because I really don't want to talk to people right now" than anything.
It seems I let myself slip away on blogging.
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It seems I let myself slip away on blogging.
Sorry. I was a bit ill.
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I can't say I know if that's awkward or not.
Are you trying to cheer me up by breaking down normal human restrictions...?
Do you miss being with Sherlock?
Why would that be any of your business?
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What the hell year did you show up from?
Do you miss being with Sherlock?
Why would that be any of your business?
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I can speak to him all I want, I just can't do things like express adoration, make gestures of romantic intent, kiss him or otherwise do things that lovers do.
Though talking with him is a bit awkward now from my end.
Do you miss being with Sherlock?
Why would that be any of your business?
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Do you miss being with Sherlock?
Why would that be any of your business?
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Right, well it's been explained to me it's some sort of pocket universe or something like that, where dead people are alive and alive people aren't as dead as we thought them to be and certain people aren't nearly as bad as they were back home, they're just slightly annoying pricks.
Hello, Greg.
Er.... hello?
I suppose I should do something like this. Can’t really say I know what’s going on, but people aren’t dying all over the place so I guess its alright.
Although, would someone be so kind as to tell me where the bloody hell I am?
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Fake Your Death || Johnlock
TAGGING: Johnlock
TIME: April 17th, nighttime
LOCATION: Johnlock’s house
SUMMARY: John forgets that Sherlock is actually alive, reacts as any normal human being would. Sherlock is confused.
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You complete arse.
I don't know whether to go hug you or hit you.
I just found a riding crop in the living room.
Then I suppose the figure sitting out in the living room is just a ghost.
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I don't think so!
No, I think it's definitely been a few years since I last saw you alive.
I just found a riding crop in the living room.
I’m not dead. We’ve been through this, John, you saw me just yesterday.
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I'd say you're pretty fucking eloquent for a dead man!
I want an explanation. Right now, Sherlock Holmes, or dear god I'm going to hug you and then beat the shite out of you.
I just found a riding crop in the living room.
Oh, that’s eloquent.
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What the bloody fucking hell?
I just found a riding crop in the living room.
Oh, must have left it out. Sorry.
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It's not mine... It's a friend of mine's, but he...
He's not around anymore. Hasn't been for a long time. I distinctly remember getting rid of the riding crop...
I just found a riding crop in the living room.
Kinky
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I just found a riding crop in the living room.
What?
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