#May 20 2024

[royalarchivist]

Bad: [Reading Chat] "When you think of love, who do you think of?"

Bad: …….I think this would be a normal question if your name wasn't "skephalo8"

Bad just obliterated this poor chatter live on stream 😭

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Scrambleverse

[ldshadowdoodles]

[180] Detective Lizzie, on the case!

-🌷

[ojiropanelotd]

Day 28! I dont fuck around about loving Ojiro Mashirao guys Chapter: 32

[samhainmagick]

when the universe clearly doesn't want you in a certain place or situation but doesn't provide you any options in which to leave. tacky work.

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Blair Eadie

What: Ninon Oval Grass Green & Sky Blue Earrings (317,00€). Different color Where: Instagram - May 20, 2024

Worn with: Asos dress, The Attico pumps, Pamela Munson x Atlantic-Pacific bag

[vyxart]

[espenalidocious]

None of y’all will be able to guess what just happened to me.

My dog just kicked, not one, but TWO fleas into my eye.

One of them just hopped out into the sink thankfully and that’s how I figured out what had happened. He (my dog) scratched, I felt something in the eye, washed it out and then see a guy hopping around in the sink and I’m like hmmm good thing these guys got jumping legs on them. I send him down the drain.

I go fleas are ewww let me rinse out the eyes some more. Ngl I seriously considered how bad a saltwater rinse would hurt. But yh I rinse my eye and go about my business and then suddenly…ATTACK to the eye again. I’m like don’t tell me there was something else. So I turn on the light and look in the mirror, pulling my eyelids every which way to get a good look. I think I see something at my lashes, but it was one of those situations where blink (ha!) and it’s gone.

Then I see it again in the bottom crook of my eyelid and I’m like you’ve got to be kidding me! I go tell my brother and he tries to wash my eye out with his shower hose and all we manage to do is get water in the good eye and on our feet.

I head back to my room and fail at pouring water into my eye with a cupped hand so I resort to sticking my eye in a cupped hand of water. Eventually I look up and catch something dark at my bottom lash. I actually have to fight this sucker free and that’s been my night!

[thehiddenhermit]

Natural peanut butter is an abomination

[rookfeathered]

It's okay to not vibe with ancestor veneration. It's okay to be like "my ancestors were insane, actually, and nothing they did or wanted should be emulated." It's okay to be like "my ancestors were abusers, narcissists, and slave owners, and we will not be bringing that energy into my life."

[caitmayart]

Inspired by @ozzymo's post here: https://x.com/ozzymo/status/1788305642161414331 Rue's looks for the Met Gala! Super fun to play around with, damn what a concept ♥

[royalarchivist]

Foolish: "You're our last hope." Me? They're probably talking about me.

Foolish's full reaction to the QSMP Horror trailer! (Help, his reaction to seeing all the Codes floating around his Titan was so funny 😂)

[northgazaupdates]

20 May 2024

Graphic designer and journalist Karam Naji reports that the occupation has bombed the top floor of Al-Awda Hospital in north Gaza

[larrylimericks]

19May24

Precisely a year since it started (The Sun forgot ratrry tongues darted)— May the next be as mild (We’re still detoxing Wilde)— The curtain’s come down, Hussell’s parted.

[ojiropanelotd]

Day 28 cont! Hey chat so how much do we love ojiro mashirao everybody raise their hands 50 gifted subs to whoever raises their hand the longest Chapter: 32

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (20) Do-Over

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 20)

Summary: Rosie comes home in the middle of the night, and realises that her parents have kept a horrible secret from her.

Twenty Years Old

I tried my best to be quiet when I locked myself in at three in the morning. The intended sleepover at Clare’s had ended abruptly, when her brother had stumbled in around midnight and broken two of his fingers when he tried to find his way in the dark. Being familiar with injuries of all kinds, I insisted on accompany him and a rather hysterical Clare to the closest A&E. That sorted, I decided to go home. Clare’s parents, who had attended a party, were summoned to the hospital as well, and my services weren’t needed anymore. 

When I heard muffled sounds from the living room, I was puzzled. I couldn’t quite discern if one of my parents was talking on the phone, or if they were talking to each other. And then I heard sobbing. Dad. I froze and all kinds of thoughts soared around in my mind.

Had anyone died? Nana? Pops or Granny? 

I didn’t even dare thinking about uncle Myc or Molly. Papa’s words stopped me from opening the door and inquire. His voice was thick with emotions, clearly crying himself.

“I’m sorry, John. I wish she’d never been born!”

The last sentence was delivered with passion and venom.

Who the hell was he talking about?

“It’s not your fault, my love,” Dad croaked. “You didn’t remember her. She knew what she was doing. Stop blaming yourself.”

“But you’re still suffering, and it’s been years,” Papa protested, the devastation pouring out of his voice.

“Only a vicious nightmare because of the events earlier today, Sherlock. She can’t harm us anymore now,” Dad soothed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

I exhaled shakily, only then realising I’d been holding my breath for too long. Slowly, I ascended to my room, knowing that sleep wouldn’t grace me with its presence tonight. Only one option, then.

Are you available? Need to talk. I’m home.

A car will pick you up in twenty minutes. UM

***

No sounds were coming from Dad and Papa’s bedroom when I snuck down the stairs twenty minutes later. A nondescript driver nodded at me when I slid into the back seat of one of my uncle’s cars. I was surprised to see that the car stopped outside uncle Myc’s house and not the Diogenes Club. I suddenly felt bad for interrupting his sleep.

“No need to apologise, Rosamund,” uncle Myc assured me before I’d even said a word. “We had just woken up. Gregory was called away to a crime scene.”

“Right. Perhaps for the best,” I said hesitantly, while I curled up in one of the comfortable armchairs.

“Your parents don’t know you’re here,” he stated.

“No. Hopefully I managed to sneak out soundlessly. I…overheard something when I came home. Unexpectedly. I was supposed to spend the night at Clare’s, but a trip to the A&E put a stop to that,” I sighed.

Uncle Myc cocked an eyebrow at the mentioning of the hospital.

“Clare’s brother. Broken fingers. She went hysterical, so I…”

“You took it upon yourself to accompany them. Being a comforting presence. Just like your father,” he summarised.

Despite my distress, I had to chuckle a bit. I wondered if he was aware of how much he reminded me of Papa in such moments. Probably, I concluded.

I gave him a clinical summary of what I’d heard back at 221B. He inhaled sharply and clenched the armrests so hard his knuckles whitened. His eyes closed and a pained expression manifested on his face. Years of practise paid off because when he opened his eyes again, he was his normal calm self. 

He told me about his and Papa’s sister Eurus and what she’d done as a child and that she’d been locked up at a place called Sherrinford. I was shocked beyond belief, and braced myself when uncle’s look got even more sombre, after he’d uttered the words: “and then she managed to escape.”

“Dad was trapped in that well, and Papa…”

I had a hard time grasping all this mind-blowing and horrific information.

“Yes,” uncle interrupted.

There was no need to tell that tale one more time.

“So, why now, do you think? Dad’s nightmare, I mean.”

“Ah, yes. I got a call from Sherrinford yesterday. Eurus fell into a coma. She never woke and died a few hours later. We all went there yesterday to confirm and bury her,” he told me and clenched his jaw tight.

She was his little sister, I thought, and tears started to stream down my cheeks.

“Don’t,” he said fiercely when I was about to rise and go over to hug him. 

“But, uncle Myc, she was your…”

“She was a predator, a manipulator, a cold-blooded killer. Eurus stopped being my baby sister long ago, Rosamund, and I’m glad she’s dead. It means that one of the heavier burdens I’ve been forced to bear, is finally lifted off my shoulders.”

“I still want to hug you,” I whispered. “We could both need one, I think.”

Uncle Myc stood and opened his arms. He held me tight, and I buried my nose in his chest and inhaled the familiar scent of his luxurious aftershave.

“Thank you for keeping us safe,” I murmured and rubbed his back.

“A privilege, my dear,” he assured me with a steady voice. “The guest room is ready for you. No need to go back to Baker Street at this hour.”

“How can anyone think of you as a heartless person, Mycroft Holmes?” I asked fondly and stroked his cheek.

His blush and muteness spoke volumes. He was just as sentimental as his younger brother.

(Canon do-over)

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