#mrtrevor

[theartofresurrection-blog]

#where the hell are you #you exhausting bastard #are you going to show up like this again in the middle of my flat #expect me to clean you up #steal my cigs and my ties #and leave again in the morning?

"I'll try not to get blood on your nice sofa." He drops the bloodied shirt to the floor and settles carefully into a seated position. "I'll clean up after myself later on." He spies the packet of cigarettes and the lighter on Victor's coffee table, and leans over to take them in hand. It's only ever when he turns up at Victor's place like this, bloodied and bruised and broken, that he smokes. "Could you pour me some whiskey?"

[gsbrollies]

GUYs

WHERE THE FUCK Is VICTOR TREVOR

[di--lestrudel]

The Time Traveller's Boy

Life had always been a bit mad for Greg, although, that didn't excuse the inconvience of his... little problem. He had learned to live with it and adapt at a very young age, and it was going pretty well so far. Going backwards or forwards in time spontaneously for anywhere between a couple of minutes to a couple of hours was interesting if anything, especially when you considered the fact he left everything behind, including his clothes. It made life a little more difficult to handle, but Greg had managed so far. There had been a few times he ended up in the middle of nowhere, in negative forty degree weather, completely starkers. Luckily, those particular endevors only last a few minutes. For a long time, his parents tried to keep him inside lest someone notice Greg's spontaneous disappearing, but it was hard to keep a boy like Greg inside. With his ailment, keeping a job was nearly impossible. There were several failures over the years, his random, unexplained absences swiftly getting him fired.

Greg was twenty-three when he finally got his break. Easy, flexable hours, decent work and pay. Filing away book at the library was exactly what he was looking for. Very laid back, where it didn't matter if he missed a shift or two. He was putting back books from the Art and Literature section when the librarian, Sandra, came up to him and asked him to help a student who had just walked in. With a sigh, Greg put away the last two books and took a glance over to the man Sandra had pointed to. He was tall, lean, short, curly hair, steely eyes. Attractive. Also a student, so probably younger than him. Greg shook himself slightly and approached, offering the man a friendly smile.

"Sandra said you needed some help?" He said, stopping in front of the man, looking at the piles upon piles of books that still needed to be returned. "What did you need?"

[ofdouble07sandsuits]

The Gatekeeper's Assent

The green monitors reflected dully against clouded grey eyes. His state of mind was currently far from present; the inner gears of an advanced mind mentally sorting out the remains of the Gvozdika case. The breach in parameters had been successfully amended in time, the conspirators had been sent to their respective penitentiaries, and the leak of civilian casualties in the media had been, for the most part, contained. The reports would be written up in a matter of days – stamped, sealed and sent to all involved parties. With the investigation that had been spanning a few days finally reaching its conclusion, the black fabric was wrapped about the inconspicuous manila envelope and stowed away where no one could access it; the key clicked, and his mind locked.

He blinked, and the state of wakefulness that had been temporarily cast aside recovered with a vengeance. Bringing himself back to full attention towards the task at hand, the male glanced towards the nearest monitor, regaining full consciousness in a matter of milliseconds. It was a room he was more than acquainted with; a commonality between himself and strangers, if one will. Colourless and yet vividly alert, silver orbs flickered from one monitor to next, absorbing. The monotonous melody of numbers and letters danced before him, and yet they organized themselves plain as day in his mind.

From one case to another, Mycroft Holmes was more than capable.

“Status?”

“Located, sir.”

“Very well. Proceed with the uplink.”

A series of beeping whirs announced the success of the hack, and without skipping a beat, he’d dictated the preplanned letter. The room reverted back to its rhythmic hum as his orders were being forward, and Mycroft only watched the entire process with detached neutrality. This was hardly a difficult task; he’d never completely lost touch of this man – never would, considering his rather hearty involvement with the one permanent plague of a child in his life. He’d been following the progress, and had immediately resorted to a plan of confrontation in the definite future. The absence of thrilling political issues had definitely paved the way for what was soon to come.

If anything, this should have been expected – textbook.

The matter was done and done within a matter of seconds; he boasted nothing if efficiency from both himself and his team. He’d only had a few select stay behind as this was, after all, a business of the utmost discretion. While his men were of some value, the level of distrust palpable in even courteous greetings passed across the hall were lukewarm at best.

“It’s been done, sir.”

“Undetectable and untraceable?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Estimated time of arrival?”

“Within a few seconds."

“Very well. That will do. Thank you.”

The male nodded (planning on a party soon after, clothes under clothes to avoid detection by spouse, heightened excitement, rigid posture betraying fear, and… a rather embarrassing case of eczema), before quickly vacating the premises. Mycroft cast a final glance at the green screen, before nodding assuredly to himself. Now that that matter had been resolved for the night, he could do with some shut-eye. Never a fitful state, of course, but it was feasible.

It would do.

As he left, the monitors flickered a final time, a white imprint of the letters tracing itself on the screens, before the room finally succumbed to the darkness. It had read:

Good evening.

Good night.

And goodbye, mister Trevor.

[tigerstripedsniper]

Just a little announcement

You've probably (maybe?) noticed that I've been pretty scarce recently, and I mentioned I'd be cutting down on Tumblr usage for a week or two, but I think I might have to cut it out pretty much completely, just until around the 4th of March.

I've been working on a project for University that's been a bit more demanding than I thought, and with my grades not being where I want them to, I'm determined to get this one done properly. So until then, I probably won't be doing much more than maybe answering any Asks Sebastian might have, or maybe the odd short para or introduction posts. The longer ones I owe like Mr-Trevor, ThatElusiveWoman, SebastianWouldBeAppalled, ChemicallyCurious, CaptainJHW, HighCheekbonesCollars, Watson-And-The-Oddly-Specific, I-Am--Lilith, AlwaysAndNeverCounted/JimMoriartyRP, etc might be on the back burner for a little while, but I might sneak a reply in when I'm winding down or waking up. I know I've made a lot of you wait a pretty long time, and pretty much anyone on this list; and even more since it was last updated. 

And I'm sorry to everyone I've been plotting with recently, or still need to and haven't been able to put as much into it as I should or haven't been able to follow through. Once I get this project handed in, I hope I'll have a bit of spare time, and it won't be long after that that I finish for Easter break and I'l hopefully have ALL OF THE SPARE TIME to write with you guys and bombard you with drabbles and art and maybe get another RGBastian weekend. 

But I'll get back on here soon, I just hope that you guys stick with me and keep following and please don't leave me ;~; I won't be too far.

TL;DR: I'm super busy with uni work right now, so I'll barely be on for a week or two. But I'll get to replies as soon as I can. 

[sherlockiansbepositive]

[gsbrollies]

mr-trevor said: sINCE WHEN WERE THEY BREAKING UP EXCUSE ME

Oops spoilers.

...People besides me still ship this?

[thegriefthatdoesnotspeak]

❤ - Any tumblr senpais? ⋆ - A ship I have with my character.

❤

[ Oh Golly, so many. I am so in awe of everyone I’ve seen on this site.

In no order at all:

notyouraveragesecretary

internofthegovernment

unyieldingconviction

moran-sm

helenareiske

fakedpersona

sniper-smoran

zerbrochenx

shinwelljohnson

mr-trevor

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[ Kayce. Obviously. ]

[chemicallycurious]

Does Mad Hatter have a White Queen? Queen of Hearts? Who's the White Rabbit who led your Wonderland to you - or, indeed, Alice to her Wonderland?

Ha-ha, someone’s been watching too much of that awful Tim Burton movie and not doing enough actual book reading. There aren’t really that many ladies in my life, and the only White Queen that comes to mind goes by other names on the drug market.

Queen of Hearts would likely be Sophy Kratides, since she’s a girl who knows where mens’ hearts are and then she can carve them right out. 

As for the White Rabbit for me, I also sort of felt like Trev was him, Vic Trevor, you know? Just a bit nervous and looking for something, and we just sort of tumbled down into Wonderland deeper and deeper.

If you’re wondering who the White Rabbit is for the lovely Doctor Burnett, I suppose I’d have to give the age old advice: 

Go ask Alice.