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crimeiscommonlogicisrare‌:

John hated him. John never wanted to see him again. He simply existed in the flat solving cases that came to him. He needed to keep John safe but the man blamed him, never wished to see Sherlock again after what happened in the aquarium. He hadn’t kept her safe, his vow had been broken. He stopped eating or sleeping, his entire focus was on protecting John and his daughter.

Mrs Hudson had no idea what to do. It had been unnerving since Mary’s untimely passing and the rift it had placed between John and Sherlock, she’d watched the enigmatic, brilliant man that was Sherlock (though a little coarse and rough around the edges at times), whittle away and it broke her heart. She hurried into the flat, determination settled on frail features. Balancing a tray with a nice soothing chamomile tea and a home cooked meal in her hands, she spoke, “I brought up a nice stew, I got the good beef too - from Waitrose!” She said, plastering on a smile, “I’ll get the cutlery.” 

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Whilst I work on icons for the iconic Una Stubbs, consider this a PLOTTING call as I’d love for Mrs Hudson to have some friends to mother hen. 

Like this & I’ll drop into your IM’s and come holler at you - nicely, I promise. She’s in her SEVENTIES, a FORMER EXOTIC DANCER & LANDLADY, and loves her Baker Street Boys (and Mycroft- begrudgingly).

[theirlandlady]

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light

young mrs h. aesthetic

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Iron Maiden blasting through her headphones and the hover sucking in dust at a starling volume, she doesn’t hear them approaching, nor if they speak. It’s only when she turns, catches a glimpse of a figure standing in front of her that she reacts. 

Meaning: she screams. “Oh good god,” she says, a breathy laugh leaving her lips. Her hand rests on her heart, still beating, she can feel the thump thump thump pace of it beneath her wrinkled skin. “You can’t scare an old woman like that.”

[theirlandlady]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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braveadventurers‌:

Rosie offered her a small smile

“i know that but I’m pretty sure you never had to run errands for your high functioning sociopathic God father.” Rosie said to her with a soft laugh Rosie enjoyed helping Sherlock with his cases but she was beginning to notice a pattern that they were getting her into a lot of trouble lately which is why she had decided to blow off some steam with some friends…which had ended in getting caught and the current conversation after getting caught sneaking out.

“we weren’t doing anything wrong, just wandering around the park.”

“Do you Watson’s all forget I was married to a drug dealer.” She muttered, not only had she been a teenager herself, she’d been involved in plenty of interesting errands. She’ll never forget how Sherlock helped her with poor old Mr. Hudson. “What was it Sherlock had you doing now? Do I have to have a conversation with him about involving you in his crazy schemes?” 

Mrs Hudson placed a hand on her hip, she could feel the ache of ageing bones beneath her palm. She missed being young at times. “Just wandering around?” she asked, a brow lifting as she stared the young woman down. “You know I won’t tell your father or god father, I can keep a secret.” 

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amanandgoodatit‌:

“You can complain all you like, Mrs H, everyone needs to vent sometime.” Greg says, nodding at her request and pulling a couple of mugs out. He sets them beside the kettle, and adds to his sentence, “Especially when Sherlock is involved.”

“Surprisingly not.” He remarks with raised brows, rather amazed that he hasn’t yet received a call from the Yard demanding his presence at a crime scene. “My day off, actually; just thought I’d pop by and check on his Majesty up there.” He jabs an idle thumb towards the ceiling and offers her a rueful smile.

Her lips pull up into kind smile. He didn’t need to listen to her, he hadn’t even needed to pop his head into see her, but she’s glad he had. Greg always struck her as a good friend, a good man in general. He was the kind of policeman, that made her feel safe walking around the streets of London. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve had to fill in holes in the walls up there.” Sherlock and that bloody gun. She throws a teabag in each mug, and waits for the kettle to finish boiling before she carries on making the cuppas. 

“Oh good.” Sherlock might not be pleased, would probably complain about being bored, but the lack of murder for most normal people was a good thing. “Well he’ll be pleased to see you.” As pleased as the detective tended to get anyway. She feels she’s got good at reading Holmesian. “I shan’t keep you too long.” Finishing pouring the milk, Mrs Hudson glances towards Greg and adds, “I might send you up with a fresh cuppa for him too, if you wouldn’t mind? He doesn’t look after himself enough.” 

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I’VE BEEN CHEATED BY YOU SINCE I DON’T KNOW WHEN SO I MADE UP MY MIND, IT MUST COME TO AN END

indie bbc sherlock oc. based on anderson’s wife (who’s mentioned like once in series one.) sideblog to somethingwrcngwithme & written by abi. mun & muse 18+

promo template credit: x

[theirlandlady]

“ not if i kill him first. ” [@jhnwtsn]

angst & post angst | accepting @jhnwtsn

The reaction to her statement - the police will catch him - was almost shocking. It was not the first time she’d been targeted, seen as a way to get to the Baker Street Boys and it wouldn’t be the last. Sherlock did find a way of gaining enemies and despite her claims, she liked to think she was not just a landlady. “John,” the younger man’s name is a sigh on her lips as a hand lifts to press against his shoulder, wrinkled folds of skin gently squeezing. “You should go to Sherlock - help him. You’ll find them, and you’ll hand them over to the police.” They were good men, Martha had no doubt of that. 

“You’re wasted mothering over an old dear like me.” She pats his cheek, fingers gentle as she pulls herself up from the chair, standing on shaky limbs. 

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more angst & post angst sentences.    since this is the meme i see the most on my own rp dash, have a part two of sentences indicative of trauma and pain, past or present. feel free to edit the sentences to your own needs as you wish.

“ what happened to her? ”

“ is this it? ”

“ duty before love. ”

“ you were gone. ”

“ i keep seeing you. ”

“ please, don’t tell him. ”

“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ”

“ she figured it out. ”

“ you were too late. ”

“ i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back! ”

“ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! ”

“ it’s me—wait! …please don’t hang up. ”

“ they gave me a new life. ”

“ and you believed them? ”

“ don’t… don’t touch me. ”

“ could you, for once, think about everyone you’re gonna leave behind if–/when/ you finally get yourself killed? ”

“ it’s nothing personal. ”

“ you’re going to have to kill me yourself. ”

“ it’s always been just you and me. you and me. no one else. ”

“ the worst punishment for a parent is to bury their child. ”

“ lie to me. ”

“ i already have [name] risking their job for me. i can’t risk anyone else. ”

“ you kill me, you’ll never find [name]. ”

“ he has [name]. ”

“ i don’t care what happens to me. do it to save yourself. ”

“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”

“ if /your/ family was being threatened, you’d do anything to save them. ”

“ i needed to learn how to never be afraid again. ”

“ please—just pull the knife out! ”

“ why do you own a gun? ”

“ i don’t know who to trust anymore. ”

“ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ”

“ we need to stop this. it’s too risky… and i can’t lose you. ”

“ i carried your coffin! ”

“ don’t follow me. ”

“ i’m mad at god. ”

“ none of it was real. i was just doing my job. ”

“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”

“ i was the only survivor. ”

“ i never met her. ”

“ you choose your family, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m still 50% him. ”

“ she’ll kill you if you don’t get out. ”

“ not if i kill him first. ”

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fieldoc‌:

down w/ ‘the kids’ | @theirlandlady

[ text > m.hudson ] not only have they done that, but they’re dragging me into it as well

[ text > m.hudson ] as though our casework makes us an item, like celebrities on the tele

[ text > m.hudson ] what do you say we do about it? Sherlock doesn’t seem to mind too much, but he never really has disclosed his thoughts on the matter

( ✉ → john ) denying it will only make them wonder more & honestly u 2 r such a sweet couple.  ( ✉ → john ) it’s not like it was yrs ago u no. u dnt have 2 hide.  ( ✉ → john ) they’d probably stop if u told them the truth.

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( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

( ✉ → john ) not rly sure to b honest. these r online things mostly? april fool jokes?( ✉ → john ) have the newspapers posted something about sherlock?

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thespywholovedtea‌:

It was only natural that he would wake up before his uncle, but being as young as he was it seemed he lacked yet enough height to safely retrieve a cup from the pantry. Moving furniture was against the rules, therefore the best method of getting up there was to climb the countertop. Bad idea- He failed to judge his own strength well enough and instead of find proper footing, he was in an instant back on the floor. 

He wasn’t hurt, but soon sitting up to blink in shock. His actual yelp came from surprise when he realised he was not at all alone.

She’d let herself in, as usual, to make Sherlock his morning cup of tea. At some point her cries of ‘I’m not your housekeeper’, had become only teasing words. She loved mothering the detective. She thought their friendship ran a little deeper than most landlady and renters. 

Chuckling quietly, Mrs Hudson offered a hand to the youngster on the floor. Sherlock’s nephew, her thoughts helpfully supplied, she hadn’t realised Mycroft’s boy was staying with them that night and she struggled though her muddled thoughts searching for the name Sherlock had mentioned a few times in passing. 

“Go sit in the armchair, I’ll make us and your uncle a nice cup of tea.” She said, forgetting she’d never actually met him in person. 

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likerunning‌:

I could do with a bit of help making my mind up. 

Please help a girl in need. POLL. 

(ooh and an extra thing)

[theirlandlady]

❛ You should be resting. ❜ //from Rosie!

Concerned Sentences | Accepting

Though the young girls concern warms her and she knows Rosie means well, she feels her indignation splutter into life - she’s not an invalid or some useless little old lady. “Rosie,” chides Martha, a soft quality to her voice, familial and affectionate with just the tinge of annoyance. She’s leaning on one leg heavily, bracing herself against the counter to make sure she doesn’t fall over. 

The other leg is sore, a constant left over ache from the hip replacement. The pain that hadn’t been too bad earlier had radiated down from her hip into her knee. But elbows deep in dirty water, it’s easier to think of the soapy dishes that need cleaning than of her leg and well, she’s almost done. 

“I’m fine, my hips not bothering me.” That’s not strictly a lie. It’s not her hip that’s bothering her, it’s the whole damn leg. “I’ve only got a few dishes left.” It’s not like she wanted to do the washing up, but knowing it was there just niggled at her, a nagging little voice in her brain telling her that she couldn’t let it mount up. 

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO ! 

Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

wrong/random number texts: 

( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?

( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?

( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.

( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!

( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!

sad texts:

( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?

( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately

( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.

( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?

( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that

( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine

( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol

( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????

( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you

angsty texts:

( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.

( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…

( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us

misc texts:

( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please

( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.

( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????

( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?

( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.

[theirlandlady]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜