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“—Starting?..Starting what? I’m not STARTING ANYTHING. I’m SIMPLY STATING that IF I had IT my way, all my MORNINGS would be good.”

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“—I always say ‘Morning’ INSTEAD OF ‘Good Morning,’ because  IF IT was a good MORNING, I would STILL be IN my bed and not TALKING to people.”

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“—I always say ‘Morning’ INSTEAD OF ‘Good Morning,’ because  IF IT was a good MORNING, I would STILL be IN my bed and not TALKING to people.”

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     — Oh hi I’m here.

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        — Gosh.. I need to get on here more often. I have a fair amount of replies to get to, but if anyone fancies starting up a thread, IM me, send memes,                   do whatcha gotta do, while I try and coax Sherlock out.

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“—No!-no,” he retorted, muffled by FUSSING hands and  BLOTTING TISSUE, as he would shuffle to RID HIMSELF OF the POSITION he had been put IN. “Forward MINA forward. It’ll stop on  IT’S own. Let IT pour down my throat and I’ll be REGURGITATING IT tenfold.”  WHICH was a matter OF fact.

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“—False MISCONCEPTION that; the act OF HOLDING your head back to stop the BLEEDING, IT’S LIKE you want to choke on your own blood.”

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“—No.. no tea,” out STRINGED words OF A breathy nature, as HIS MIND addressed the comment made about John, and HIS mouth already way ahead; the sour par OF HIS drug COCKTAIL  DERAILING HIM. Then IT CLICKED, and bushy brows drew I N W A R D.  “What’re you DOING here - how DID you even get IN - why  are you DRINKING my tea?”

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“—John,” he began IN all but the manner OF an exhale, as though REMINISCING. “He’s always been so QUICK to follow the popular SOCIAL qualms.”

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The PAIR had always shared some sort OF bond, be  IT young or old, and though the tea merchant DID not possess more than adequate INTELLIGENCE, Sherlock was rather  QUITE fond OF the way HIS MIND worked nonetheless, fond OF the  person he was, OF how well he handled HIM on HIS  scattered ANTICS. He was well aware how ECCENTRIC he was, but  he never felt the need nor want to APOLOGISE. He  was whom he was, and IT would seem the more hours they spent IN  one another’s company, the more AKIN to the human  nature (error) that lay beneath, he became. “——Yes,” mouth upturned  WITH INNOCENCE, HIS gratefulness SEEPING through the cracks. “Thank you.”

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“—For the THIRD and FINAL TIME - I’m a user not an ADDICT, no I DIDN’T make a LIST and no I haven’t ‘completely gone off the RAILS’, as you so POETICALLY LIKE to put IT.”

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012. piggy back ride ( sherl gets to deal with drunk blaine lmao )

MEME | ACCEPTING

The sudden leap OF WEIGHT from the INTOXICATED tugged at both SPINE and FOOTING, the wrap round HIS throat from happy-go-luckyarms as wrought as moulded IRON. To prevent ANTICIPATED ACCIDENTAL CHOKING, he fought to pull the loop to H I S collarbones, the man’s KICKING legs SERVING as a balance NUISANCE. “—BLAINEwhose last name suggests you’re AFFILIATED WITH the IDIOTIC-” Anderson.“..get off!”[ @blainemoriarty ]

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002. kiss their cheek .

MEME | ACCEPTING 

Butt never DID stay perched upon that worn couch OF HIS, norDID HIS LIMBS compose a relaxed STILL, for he was FIDGETY WITH everyQUICK-WITTED comment he made after HIS own RAMBLINGS;OBVIOUS DEDUCTIONS on a change he DID not LIKE. In other words, therehad been a new BRANDING OF GINGER BISCUITS, and IT was a BIG deal, sort OF. Not a word nor gesture could tame H I M, none that coulddo so more than the sudden warmth upon HIS cheek. It broke the MACHINERYdown to STATIC SILENCE, and he BLINKED to reboot. “—Uhm,” stomach fluttered WITH confused B U T T E R F L I E S. “Thank you?”[ @vxctorx ]

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touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

015.   fist bump .

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He REMAINED where he was; that LITHE PHYSIQUE OF HIS as STILL as the wooden boards that supported HIM, NIMBLE pads  OF THIN FINGERS all but serene however, for they made  movement; one small TWITCH, as the lulled IRISH tones bounced from ear to ear. Yes, they had struck a nerve; one that he DID not care to VOICE. He propped up from HIS lay, as though LIMBS were pulled  BY STRINGS, but not before eyes rolled open from THEIR OTHERWISE content close. “—Tea?” On flashed a forced TIGHT-LIPPED SMILE, one that was used as a false decorum, before IT dropped down to  NOTHING upon HIS turn towards the KITCHEN.

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And there IT was; the ADMISSION, the very words he had  danced around SUBJECTS to get. As INEXPERIENCED as he was IN regards to LIBIDO and IT’S mundane urges, he was no fool. He knew another’s wants when they reeked OF IT, and M O R I A R T Y CERTAINLY DID reek; PIQUANT wafts OF Hugo Boss and  I R I S H coffee, as branded and dulled down BY breaths OF MINT gum.  Always the AVID chewer. But that wasn’t the only stench to  L I N G E R round; perhaps the most REIGNING aspect was WITHOUT a doubt, none other than HIS eagerness. He was always so QUICK to step FIRST. To prod the bear  FIRST. To ENTICE the chase FIRST. And JUST when he, much LIKE A  CHILD, got the ATTENTION he wanted; he stuck HIS hooks IN, and threw a temper tantrum when he lost the eyes he was so eagerly  SEEKING. “—Your OBSESSION runs deep IT seems,” tone dry, IT ran now on IT’S OBVIOUS mockery. “Has anyone ever been so KIND as to state that you have a problem?” Bushy brow Q U I R K E D, and he used HIS stature to HIS advantage; STRAIGHTENING the posture to OBTAIN DISTANCE between them. “A sex-crazed sycophant perhaps?”

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❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜

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Bony FINGERS paused AMIDST THEIR scramble, head perchedup beyond the beads OF LIGHTS that encased HIS shoulder blades as heKICKED the WIRE out from under HIS step. “—There’s a perfectlyLOGICAL EXPLANATION.”

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