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"Aww, those cuties!

      — Me, as my OTP commits murder together and proceeds to have sex at the crime scene (via mortefere)

{ While I want to reply to Sherlock’s drafts, his little brother is stealing most of his muse. 

             ——— brothers. }




Holy crap. There are 1500 of you. That’s amazing. Like I am blown away.
I am simply blown away. So, how about I host the most complicated giveaway in the history of giveaways? Fantastic. Thank you so much to all of you who have followed me in the past year. There’s been some good times, some bad times, and some really shitty times. Despite the sheer and utter toxicity of this horrible community there are some gems that really stand out that aren’t complete and total sociopaths. So, this giveaway is for you.


Only reblogs count. You spread this around like an infection in the zombie apocalypse.
Reblog as much as you want. Though, you have to be a roleplay blog. That’s a must. 
Do not fucking follow me just for this giveaway and then unfollow me when it is over.
That’s so lame. Like why would you do that? Seriously?
I will be selecting the winners via random number generator.
That’s just how it it works.
I will take forever with your prizes, however, you will get them. I promise.



First places gets a pizza ordered either by phone or online from a pizza place of your choice near you. You get pizza and fixings(bread sticks, wings, extra toppings) up to $35. I will have it delivered to you. This means I need your address. If you are not comfortable with that, the second prize winner, gets your pizza.
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR TIPPING YOUR DELIVERY DRIVER. If you cannot tip your pizza delivery guy, I will tip him but it will come out of your pizza money. If you for some horrible reason, cannot eat pizza, I will purchase you one fandom related item totaling 35 dollars from either amazon or thinkgeek.

[500] gif icons of a face claim of your choice.
[3] Promo graphics that will be thrown into my queue several times. 
[3] 8tracks mixes inspired by your muse and or otp.
[1] Online Graphic
[1] Offline Graphic

S E C O N D       P L A C E

In the event the first prize winner for some reason does not want their pizza, then you get.
Gif icons of the face claim of your choice
[2] Promo graphics that will be thrown into my queue several times. 
[2] 8tracks mixes inspired by your muse and or otp.
[1] Online Graphic
[1] Offline Graphic
[1] Picture of a cat submitted to you every day for 30 days for a total of 30 cats submitted to you. I’m not entirely sure I’m serious about this part.

T H I R D P L A C E [2]

If for some reason both the first and second place winner does not want pizza or a fandom related item, you guys can fight to the death for it or I’ll figure something out.

Gif icons of the face claim of your choice
[1] Promo graphics that will be thrown into my queue several times. 
[1] 8tracks mixes inspired by your muse and or otp.
[1] Online Graphic
[1] Offline Graphic
[1] I will draw your muse in ms paint.

R U N N E R S    U P [10]

Ten people will be chosen for a super secret prize. 
It could be anything. 
It could be pizza. 
It could be money. 
Or it could be promos. 
That’s probably the most likely scenario.

This giveaway ends OCTOBER 26th at 12:00 AM. 
Prizes will be awarded no later than NOVEMBER 26th BUT PROBABLY SOONER THAN THAT. 
This giveaway must reach a reasonable number of notes or else no one gets pizza. Ya dig?

Get to know me meme[1/5] favorite male characters: Jim Moriarty.

Well. Here we are at last. You and me, Sherlock. And our problem. The Final Problem. "Staying Alive". So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying. All my life I’ve been searching for distractions. And you were the best distraction and now I don’t even have you. Because I’ve beaten you. And you know what? In the end it easy. It was easy. Now I’ve got to go back to playing with the ordinary people. And it turns out you’re ordinary. Just like all of them. Oh well.

3 People Need A Nurse 


"Because usually that is why you come to me Cora." She teased gently but relaxed. "A well em, I don’t know whether to thank you or tell you off. I think it’s thank you."

{ ℋolmes } ;; ——

        “No I don’t. I don’t go to either of you.” 

{ a firm response — perhaps, in light of the situation,
  too firm — one that he emphasized with a slight
  purse of the lips. }

"You should. He was a porn addict."


When you’re in the middle of a really interesting rp and the other person has to leave




She nodded as she took out a piece of paper, scribbling down a list of addresses as where the safe houses were, leaving it on his desk with the file. “Your people trailing me? I’m afraid that they’ll be quite bored,” she said with a soft smirk. “I don’t do much.” She looked around the study, seeing some of the things that he had, taking note of the violin. She used to play, but gave it up when she was a teenager.

"I had a feeling that you would say that," she spoke again, referring to what he said about violence, wandering around the study. "My parents would be rolling in their graves if they could see what their family has come to."

{ ℋolmes } ;; ——

"They won’t be trailing you, I’m afraid. Why would they? I know where you are; it’s your family I need to keep a close watch on.” He arched an eyebrow at her for a brief moment before speaking to someone on the phone, his voice low so that she wouldn’t hear. At the end of it he tossed the gadget on the side table, turning back to her but not saying anything; his desire for small talk was still unchanged. 


"A violent, degenerate, mental group of psychopaths. Yes; I sympathize entirely.” That was what he had become, coupled with the intelligence that only a Holmes could possess.



  Instinct took over. He bowed his head, as well,
and felt some powerful surge of gratification
wash the worry away. No longer did he panic.
No longer did his insides churn with fear. He
took Sherlock’s coat, draped it over a hedge
nearby, and rightly laced their fingers together.
The other hand coaxed Sherlock closer, curving
at his hip, beckoning… when they were rather
close, the proximity making him glow, Sebastian
offered a smile and closed his eyes. The music
inside the reception hall faded into nothingness,
and all he could hear was that gentle lull of a
slow dance number.

  His fingertips stroked Sherlock’s hip
  as they danced.

  ’ I was worried you’d leave without me. Worried
you were upset. I know what happened earlier
spooked everyone, and you handled it quite well. ‘

  Steadily, as the gentle dancing continued,
Sherlock and Sebastian moved closer. They were
nearly chest to chest in a minute or two.

  ’ You did a great thing today, you know. Saving a
life. Preventing that man’s death. I’m so proud of you. ‘

  How often did Sherlock hear those words?
  Sebastian loved saying them.

  ’ Always have been. Always will. ‘

{ ℋolmes } ;; ——

Worried. Proud. 

Two words nobody, nobody, had ever bothered to say to him in a single swoop. It was enough to mentally sweep him off his feet, his entire game, that he, for once, broke through the cool facade he wore and stared at Sebastian like a dumbstruck schoolboy. And he did look like that for a while, even as the first song ended and a newer one started, this time obviously meant for couples.

And for all his claims that love songs weren’t his forte, ballads being trash, and sonnets a sick waste of time, this one actually struck a chord in him and he relaxed. Or as relaxed as he could get, even around him. Sherlock hadn’t really appreciated the other’s height until he raised his head…and tilted it a bit back. 


"Thank you." 

          —— for everything.

Oh the silent subtext. Words that he really meant but couldn’t say, blocked by his own walls that he’d built to be completely vulnerable. It still made him wonder why he stayed, why he chose him. As far as he knew, there were countless others in London who would easily — and happily — stand where he was now, but the art curator had zoomed in on him. That was the most puzzling enigma of them all.

The song came to a soft end, but he made no move to pull away, even as the door to the reception hall opened and several guests came out, laughing.