#bbcmary

[crimeblogger]

and in the end you're still my FRIEND at least we did intend for us to WORK we didn't BREAK, we didn't BURN we had to learn how to BEND without the world CAVING IN i had to learn what i've GOT, and what i'm NOT and who i AM I WON’T GIVE UP ON US

for @bbcmary ♥ happy birthday, darling !!

[notelementary-blog]

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for every 🎊 I get I’ll recommend a blog // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

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@watsonofagun

I’m still in awe every time I read Angie’s replies; her writing style is so good and I hope one day I will be at least half good as her. Her John is perfect, and what can I say more? Oh, yeah, the mun is so nice too!

@mollv

I love this Molly, I always hear her voice when I read the replies. Mondy’s riting style is on point and her characteristion of Molly is so on point! Just pure perfection.

@brokenlittlebrother

Oh, Rio is such a great character; I love our thread a lot. The mun is also a sweetheart and can’t wait to interact more! It’s always a pleasure to rp with someone that good.

@bbcmary

I love when you can see the mun really loves her muse and Allison really does; it’s such a good thing to see someone being so protective over Mary because she bloody deserves it. I’m in awe Allison runs so many blogs, and all of them are great by the way!

@traiinedassassiin

It’s always so nice to rp with someone who understands her muse so well! I always see and hear Mary when I read the replies, and I think it’s one of the best things that you can tell to a writer. I love this Mary with all my heart and can’t wait for more interactions between our muses!

[geniusofdeduction-blog]

                     In such an ugly world                   For something so BEAUTIFUL               Oh, that every time I look inside.                                  ~ naive - the kooks.

[gunmetalgrxy]

@bbcmary who knows ???  v; sniper for hire |*| (moran)

    “ Guess who -- ”

She put her weight onto one leg, her ankle still aching a little on her left side as she held out the out the bottle of honey-whiskey in her hand. Alex had debated sneaking in but thought better of it, actually knocking and waiting for her to answer the door.

    “ First night off in a while, thought you’d appreciate the company.”

More like she didn’t want to find somewhere to sleep alone. Between jobs she just tried to keep busy, find her own sidelines. That was the good part about the army, down time was few and far between. As much as she missed the uniform, the rules and regulations were overbearing. Being on the out meant she had freedom to make her own mistakes, mixing business and pleasure was one of them.

[storyspinningspidcr]

@bbcmary​

        ❝-- Mary Watson, we meet at last.❞

Leaning against the doorframe, dark eyes set on the woman that had the audacity to shoot Sherlock Holmes, his arms folded nearly across his chest in an almost casual manner. -- He wasn't unaware of her past, reasonable precautions had been taken to ensure he'd come out of the encounter alive, he wasn't foolish enough to assume fear would still the hand of a trained assassin in a pressing situation.

However, the near death of Sherlock Holmes wasn't the only issue he had with Mary, her presence around the man had caused him ENDLESS trouble by drawing him into her own inane problems. He'd almost been sent to his death for saving her and that had forced Jim to accelerate the plan he'd been formulating, throwing himself into the public eye as a last bid to ensure his favourite game wouldn't draw to an end so soon.

        ❝-- You know, I REALLY don't appreciate people damaging         my toys, not without my explicit permission at the very         least.❞

[thewxman]

{ closed starter | @bbcmary }

Jacques was an artist. A student with a bohemian soul. To him, art was beauty, beauty was pain, and pain was Irene. Vehemently adamant that he found the depths of his creativity at the end of a leather riding crop, more specifically at the hands of the twenty-one year old brunette he had met at a bar in Montmatre who had asked him that fateful night in hushed tones, “Avez-vous été méchant?”

Like most of the men who visited Irene, he had, of course, fallen tragically in love with her. She didn’t feel it was necessary to tell him that he wasn’t quite her type until she had accepted the kind gift of a free plane ticket to Washington DC where he was studying. The news was broken soon enough at Dulles International Airport, where the age old term “It’s not you, it’s me” was uttered, and off she went on her merry way in a cab to find the nearest student bar, leaving poor Jacques with a broken heart and an empty wallet. You see, Irene had decided early on that the only way forward in life was to misbehave.

Eventually, she found a bar that was to her liking. Dimly lit, loud music and student priced drinks. She would blend in nicely. As she waited to be served, she found herself being overlooked by the bartender, who seemed to be intent on taking orders from just about anybody else but her. After about 10 minutes, she turned to a woman beside her, light blonde and of a similar height, and spoke loud enough for the bartender to overhear— “Are all the men in America cocks or is it just this one?”

[torturedtiger]

MARY MORSTAN AESTHETIC || for @bbcmycroft || happy birthday, darling.

[littlepiistol-archived-blog]

@bbcmary wants a starter!!

   “You can cut in front of me, if you want. No, really, it’s fine.”

[watsonofagun]

@bbcmary replied to your post: People being mean to you, love? Should I shoot...

“Can I at least scare them a little?”

          “Well. I don’t see why not.”

[pullingrank]

@bbcmary wanted a date: [accepting!]

John had burnt the frozen pizza to a black, smoking disc, managed to break the cork off in the wine bottle, and the ‘romantic’ candle he’d bought had got so hot that it cracked the glass and exploded, leaving a puddle of molten wax all over the carpet and half of the couch.

Naturally, it was mid-disaster that Mary came home. The flat was thick with smoke and smelt of carbonised cheese and singed upholstery.

“Maybe for date night you should just shoot me in the head and marry literally anyone else?” John called over the frantic beeping of the smoke alarm. Opening the windows and waving the pizza box under the alarm wasn’t having much of an effect.

[cansprainpeople-blog]

“ Oh Sherlock, neither of us were the first you know. “ 

independent roleplay blogs for sherlock holmes, mary morstan & john watson as written by tricia, allison & mikki. 

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

13. Have they ever been do Disney World/Land, or any other amusement park? What do they prefer to do at them: go on the rides, play the games, eat the food?

different headcanons.

Julia has been to such a location twice -- once as a teenager, and once as an adult. 

The first time, she was just a 16 year old foster kid, and the couple looking after her the time got some passes to take their small hoard of foster kids to a park. It was mostly a day for the younger kids, and Julia guessed she was happy that they had a chance to play with all of the pirates and petting zoos. The few older children who the couple looked after basically dispersed to do their own things as unaccompanied minors. Julia, short-haired and pensive, spent a lot of time roaming the zoo, gnoshing on fairy floss, and riding whatever thrill rides she was allowed access to. It was a good day, all in all, and one of the few happy memories she has from her time in the system.

The second time, a coworker had a mind to get married at a certain mouse-themed location. Julia thought that was the most crass display of Western commercialism she had ever heard of in her life... And still went for a chance to ride the rides. There are a truly embarrassing array of photos of a drunken twenty-something Julia and select coworkers being public menaces. Julia’s not sure if she’s really banned from any parks under that company’s name, or if her mentor made up that part when she finally sobered up the Monday after the wedding. She’s never exactly gone back to an amusement park since to check on her ban status.

[absolutetrust]

@bbcmary liked for a starter ( accepting )

“ You know I love a bit of risk, darling, but that was cutting it rather close, even for you. ”

[athenawroughtarchive]

bbcmary replied to your photo “look at this rat that showed up in my magazine.”

victor voice: don't talk about yourself like that

tHAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN I WAS TALKING ABOUT HER

[losingsiide-archive-blog]

     sherlock wasn’t sure why everyone thought he needed a babysitter. maybe it was the increase in his use of nicotine patches, or that he had been smoking since six in the morning without a stop. by all means, he should have run out of cigarettes by now, but he kept pulling packs out of the oddest places. he sat in his chair, blowing smoke out into the air above him before looking over at mary.

          “ did john or mycroft send you to check in on me? ”

( @bbcmary )

[mvcrofts-blog]

@bbcmary replied to your post: [text] getting divorced hahah. can't even stya...

[text] could have mabye marrie doyu

[TEXT→MARY:] Don’t be absurd.