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[schizosolutions]

pro tip if you see someone acting 'weird' or 'crazy' in public mind your own fucking business

[canisalbus]

"Forbidden thigh now in color" my boy is still pale as a ghost.

Well you know, it's the thought that counts.

[ryanguzmansource]

🎥 • flynnmchugh: posted to stories (5.2.24)

[subject-ranpo]

(something that sounds like screaming coming from his room)

@trappedintheruemorgue

[ she rapidly knocks on the door before jiggling the handle to see if it’s locked. ]

poe?? poe!

[akihatohnoofficial]

letting someone record 15 voice lines before taking away their ability to speak forever

[antaresarisen]

everyone on this website is way too comfortable with being rude to strangers. come on. be serious.

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

[woso-dreamzzz]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJ2Phv6T8Op/?igsh=MW5yc3l3b2VrbXVhdg== this feels like mija

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Mija toddling into training with Alexia's boots so she's being super slow because they're so big on her

[dangerdrop]

[sanityroll]

blood in the bayou

[swiftllama]

THIS NOT OKAY!!!! 😩

[schizosolutions]

sometimes i wonder how people can be content in their delusions when "all of mine are so scary" and then i remember that thats not true, and i'm just so used to my not scary delusions being part of my life that they dont really register as delusions, just "things i cant tell other people"

[metalforth]

interest /ˈɪntrɪst/

[noun] 1. the feeling of wanting to know or learn about something or someone.

pairing: edenlock (sherlock holmes/eden singh)

word count: 785

warnings: mention of religion, canon-typical mention of murder and corpses, sherlock being himself

“Why does your new forensic photographer wear a crucifix?”

D.I. Lestrade looks at Sherlock Holmes with a confused expression. Not unlike when Sherlock explains things.

“I said, ‘why does your new forensic photographer wear a crucifix?’” Sherlock repeats. “He doesn’t seem the religious type.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know? He just joined us a week ago.”

“Yes, I know,” Sherlock says, as he always does. “But I’m told ordinary people make small talk and are eager to know new people, so why haven’t you?”

“Well…” Lestrade looks over at the new photographer, a young man with a somewhat pale olive complexion, and then looks back at Sherlock. “He’s like you. Quiet. Smart. Sarcastic. He doesn’t really speak unless he’s spoken to. … Or to make some smartarse comment.”

“Hm.” Sherlock stares for a moment. Dark hair, big dark eyes, round glasses sitting on his nose. Eden Singh is… interesting.

“Molly, have you got that cadaver in yet-?” Sherlock pauses and looks ever so slightly towards Molly Hooper and… Eden Singh. What he’s doing at Bart’s, Sherlock has no clue. He turns back to his microscope and continues to analyse whatever sample he’s looking at, trying to get the sudden appearance of Eden out of his mind. “So,” he starts again. “Cadaver?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s- it’s in. But Eden has some pictures you might wanna see first,” Molly says, nodding her head slightly, gesturing at Eden who stands behind her, looking a bit bored. Eden just takes a folder out of his bag, and puts it gently on the table next to the other samples Sherlock plans to look at.

“Crime scene photos?” Sherlock asks without looking away.

“Yeah. You weren’t there even after Lestrade called, so…” Eden shrugs his shoulders a bit.

“Yes, because it wasn’t interesting.”

“I’d say otherwise,” Eden counters.

Sherlock looks at Eden from the corner of his eyes. “And why’s that?”

“Why don’t you have a look?” Eden tilts his head, and his wavy dark hair moves with him. Sherlock smiles slightly. Rarely does an ordinary person interest him like this.

Eden crouches down to get a close up of a particularly nasty stab wound. He looks up when he hears footsteps. Lestrade, accompanied by Sherlock. Eden begins to step back to let Sherlock do… whatever it is that he does, when Sherlock speaks. “You’re alright. I’m just observing.”

“… Right.” Eden goes back to taking the photos, but he can’t help but feel like Sherlock is a bit more interested in him, rather than in the victim splayed out in front of them. He shivers slightly, and continues his job for another couple minutes, before getting up.

He turns to Lestrade as he walks out, lowering his voice. “You bring him to look at these scenes, yeah?”

Lestrade nods. “Yeah. You got a problem with it as well?”

“No,” Eden says, looking back at Sherlock as he practically shines with excitement over a poor man’s corpse. “Just… tell him to look at the vic instead of me.”

Eden, of course, still being the newbie of the homicide division two years later, gets shackled with the task of bringing Sherlock in for yet another case this time. He stands in the doorway of Sherlock’s new flat, looking around.

“How’d you even afford this? It’s not like we pay you or anythin’,” Eden says. It’s a good sized place, in a good part of London.

“Flat share,” Sherlock responds without hesitation, putting his violin down as he turns around. “Why? What would this rent get me in Wolverhampton?”

Eden frowns at the mention of his hometown. “… I’m not even gonna ask how-”

“Accent. So obviously Black Country, anyone would realise it. Plus, half your clothes come from charity shops which means you likely didn’t have many international fashion retailers near you growing up. Sure, could’ve been any other city, but you mentioned New Cross once, so… Wolverhampton.”

“… Creep.” Eden shakes his head. “Anyway, we got-”

“Double murder, yes. Not very interesting. The brother did it. No, hang on… uncle.”

“What is the point of even speaking to you?” Eden says, more to himself than anything. “I’m not going back without you, y’know. I’m handing you to Lestrade whether you like it or not.”

“As if you could ever overpower me.” Sherlock rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ve nothing better to do anyway.”

Eden watches as Sherlock grabs his coat and scarf, before he moves past Eden to the front door.

“Well?” Sherlock looks back at Eden. “Aren’t you coming?” He smirks a bit. He can’t help it. If it had been anyone else, he’d have told them to go away. Sherlock just thinks that Eden is… interesting.

[ryanguzmansource]

📸 • freyaannerayy: scroll to the end for a love letter 🫶🏼 even though these photos are a love letter in and of themselves. (7.10.24)

[subject-ranpo]

[ atsushi was hiding away in a room, that was accessible to subjects, gently petting himself as a self soothe. hes probably petre(?) so, cat. but hes trying to stay conscious, just enough to pet himself. ] ( @scientistnakajima )

[ ranpo had come into the room to peek around for dangerous objects, but upon seeing atsushi, his expression turned confused. ]

…..are you alright?