#berry sherlock thoughts

[bakerstreethound]

late strawberry sundae submission 🍓

i think about that one episode where sherlock and mycroft are playing board games all the time and i just think it would be so silly if sherlock found a girlfriend who managed to blow him away in every, single. one.

operation, sorry, trouble, chess, checkers, scrabble, battleship, jenga, clue (as once mentioned by john in a separate episode), life... you name it, they've played it and he's lost.

Alright this is equally sweet and hilarious. Buckle up because I hadn't planned to blurb or spitball so much of this idea, but I like it a whole lot.

Board Game Nights

Sherlock would be frustrated, practically squatting in his beloved chair and ruffling his curls in frustration muttering "how???" utterly baffled you can compete with him and his wit. I wonder though in this scenario the possibility of you (the girlfriend) being a professional tabletop gamer, so you spend your time studying strategy and pick up on his quirks, likes and dislikes outside of the weekly or daily gaming nights he insists you do for at least an hour or two. Every time he is baffled with the outcome - you do let him win once or twice, but alas you're competitive nature doesn't allow you to be so forgiving.

Now, if we get Mycroft involved it would definitely be a mixture of small teasing from you but sometimes you do have to shut Mycroft out and lock the door if he's not cooperating (spoiler he lasted for only 3 of the 5 games you played- he enjoyed Sherlock losing too much. However, he likes/admires how clever you are and stimulate Sherlock's quick fast charged mind to keep him occupied and off drugs).

In addition, with this competitive streak between you and Sherlock, I would also think it can extend to the bedroom, where he most definitely outwits you at seduction, but oh, it's definitely over the second you gently tug on his curls and whisper filth in his ear making him utterly weak and hunger for your kisses, your touch, and to his chagrin and better judgement, he admires how you're willing to take charge and let him know exactly what you want and how. He absolutely will test your limits, but also putting him in his place is a feat of its own and when he whimpers and begs, you can't help but drawn him in for more drowning in him and everything he gives.

******

This was so much fun to do @withalittlehoney Thank you for sparking the creative juices; they got flowing with this idea and went zoommmm! I'm uncertain if I'll make a full fic of it one day but the temptation to do so is there (:

[ranposbabe]

You Dangle The Mistletoe

summary: how some mtp men react when you dangle the mistletoe above you ;)

warnings: slightly suggestive in all except louis n herder (??)

WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

William had spent the entire day locked in his study

He didn’t mind as the hours flew by but you begged to differ

All was quiet while he continued to read his book until he heard a rather loud knock at the door.

He wonders who it is (not)

He expected you to simply walk in and yet when he didn’t hear your footsteps or was only then did he turn around.

You stood there with the mistletoe laying on top of your head

Like a statue waiting for his reaction first

He attempted to hide his smirk but of course you saw right through

“Take that off your head, y/n” He sighs, his eyes still stuck to the page.

You don’t even think he was actually reading at this point, surely it doesn’t take that long to read one page

“I will if only you-

“If only I what ?”

“Take off your clothes first”

William could no longer hide his smirk

ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

It was late eventing and Albert had finally returned from his military duties

But what you didn’t expect was to find Albert still in his uniform.

But it was a good surprise

You always thought he looked good in any colour but he something about him in red had you hot and bothered-i always get carried away when writing about Albert plss

Anyways he’s standing there looking proud and you’re dangling that mistletoe with your shaking hands and all is well

He then joins you by your side and does not hesitate in kissing you

You both enjoy yourself as you spend hours minutes kissing

When I say enjoy I mean like really enjoy

But next thing you know he’s groping your chest :0

“Albert !” You gasp at the sudden pleasurable sensations

He apologizes but he doesn’t mean it

He looks down at you with this mesmising emerald eyes that are glazed over with lust as he chuckles at the sight of your face becoming hot-

“You were holding it rather low, y/n”

LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY

Louis stood rather anxiously in the kitchen as he listed to himself the ingredients he needed to gather to prepare supper

As always you were prepared to lighten the mood

Of course it never made him feel better you just got a laugh out of it most of the time

With his back facing you, you did spend quite some time simply watching him as he worked.

You were about to make him stress even more

“I think you’re missing something.”

He acts like he knew you were there but he didn’t (at least the whole time you were there)

“What is it ?” He rather blunt while you giggle showing off the mistletoe

He just stands there looking at you and you’re starting to get freaked out by his judgemental stare

He can’t help it though he struggles with expressing himself :(

He quickly catches on and trust me he wants to give you a little kiss but what if moran walks in ???!

Nobody is ever in the mood to deal with that man

Eventually he does come to your side and gently presses a kiss to your cheek

He does look behind your back to make sure no one is there

“Here” You hand him a napkin from the kitchen counter only for him to raise a brow in confusion at you

“You have a squished berry on your cheek”

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Sherlock had mentioned to you earlier in the day that his day would be filled with jobs so he of course told you not to wait up for him

Of course you never listen to him

To be far as it was already late you didn’t think you’d have to wait long for his return.

You were so wrong

You decided to wait up holding the mistletoe above your head waiting

Sherlock was gone so long you literally fell asleep

Some time went by Sherlock was busy :(

Your eyes flutter open to see the room in complete darkness except for a candle keeping the room in a dimly light

“What’s this ?”

You jump up in shock to see the sight of Sherlock standing over you holding the mistletoe as if to inspect it

“Nothing !” You laugh, without hesitation you grab it right from the detective

But still Sherlock observed it, noticing immediately how hot your face became as you twiddled with it nervously

“Perhaps it should be lower.”

Next thing you know the mistletoe is laying on your stomach ;)

Let’s just say…Sherly knows where to place his kisses <3

VON HERDER

You didn’t have to search far when it came to looking for Herder

“Herder !!!” You called, of course not surprised to see the man hunched over working on something you could only guess was an invention or so

With his back facing you as he was sat in his chair you didn’t hesitate to make your presence more known

“Oh hello” He smirks at slight ticklish sensation of the mistletoe touching the tip of his nose

Still sitting, he looked straight up tilting his head back already anticipating exactly what you came for

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you rather hastily pressed a quick kiss against his lips

“Well thank you for my present, y/n” He stands up from his seat.

He could tell you were blushing

With his figure now standing in front of the table tho truly did begin to wonder what exactly he was working on

But with Herder you were never left wondering long

“Here’s your present !”

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was laid out on the table

“My very own gun !!!!”

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom. John finding new families along the way.

Surprisingly easy

John has never had any reason to cherish his own family. His parents were always fighting about some trifle detail or other. Harry was difficult at best, detestable at her worst. 

He heard the saying for the first time when he was fifteen, and it immediately hit home.

Friends are the family you choose.

John didn’t have many friends. Not close ones anyway. His fellow rugby teammates were the closest he’d got before uni. At his practise at Barts Hospital, Mike Stamford was a bloke to rely on. Easy and fun to hang out with. A bit boring and predictable, but John could live with that.

When John joined the army and sat foot in a war zone, his comrades became his new family. As a captain he had the responsibility and was suddenly the head of the family. Not that he thought about his men as family at the time, but when he came back home to London, John recognised that they indeed had been the closest to a family he’s ever had.

John has always been a private person. His trust issues come from years of being let down by his biological family. So, the instant attraction and trust he felt toward Sherlock when Mike introduced them, came as an utter surprise to John. Months later, Sherlock revealed having had the same feelings when John lended him his mobile.

“You were the first person who’d intrigued me in years. Although I could deduce much about you, there was always something that astounded me. It still happens occasionally,” Sherlock admits.

“I’m flattered,” John tells him. “To be fair, I never thought that someone like you could find me a tad bit interesting.”

Sherlock had convinced John of the fact quite thoroughly using his lips and hands after that. Gasping for air, John had agreed that he indeed was the most precious and fascinating human being ever created, all out of fear that Sherlock would stop his worshipping of John’s body.

***

The car stops outside the cosy house, and John can’t wait to get out and greet the residents. Sherlock and Mycroft are more reluctant to move. John rolls his eyes at his beloved and the beloved’s older brother.

“Come on, you two. Stop behaving like teenagers being forced to visit family members. They both love you dearly, and I’m in awe over the fact that they tolerate your behaviour,” John says sternly before he opens the car door.

He moves rapidly toward the house, but before he can knock, the door swings open and John finds himself embraced by an elated woman, who smells of baked goods and gardenia.

“John, darling,” Violet Holmes exclaims. “How lovely to see you.”

“Likewise,” John says and presses a kiss to her cheek.

Walter Holmes comes into view behind Violet, and John frees himself to greet the patriarch. They shake hands and Walter places a warm hand on John’s shoulder.

“Alright there, son?” he asks.

“Absolutely. I’ve even managed convincing your offspring to come along,” John grins.

“Ah! Quite the achievement,” Walter praises.

John turns when he hears Violet coo and hug her sons equally enthusiastic as she did with John just minutes earlier. It never fails to amuse John how affectionate the Holmes brothers are with their parents once in their orbit. The bickering between the two, is another matter, but it’s less venomous here than in London.

Violet Holmes is an excellent cook, and even Sherlock eats his fair share of the delicious meal, not to mention the chocolate mousse with fresh berries from Walter’s garden.

Being the only Watson at a table crowded with Holmes’s, John feels content and he can honestly say that they all are his new family. Even Mycroft, Sherlock’s protests notwithstanding. 

***

“It’s surprisingly easy to love your family,” John muses where he lies curled up in Sherlock’s arms on the sofa in front of the fireplace later that evening.

Sherlock hums and combs his long fingers through John’s hair. 

“What would you say to becoming a legitimate member of the Holmes family, John?” Sherlock asks quietly.

John gasps and turns to face Sherlock, his eyes starting to fill.

“Sherlock,” he whispers. “Are you asking me what I…”

“Yes, John! Obviously,” Sherlock says with a teasing eyeroll, before his face softens.

John sits up and straddles Sherlock’s thighs, his hands cupping Sherlock’s cheeks carefully. He catches plush lips with his thinner ones, and snogs Sherlock breathless.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” John murmurs.

Such a wonderful prompt! It was a joy to write.

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[more-than-a-princess]

"I'm happy we could spend time together, Sonia-senpai. I understand you still have quite the busy day ahead of you, after all." He chuckles, currently heading back to the front of the local park where they initially met up at. He took her around the shopping district, thinking that'd make for a fun time. Whatever shop may have caught her interest, he'd happily go along with it and go inside with her. And any cafe or bookstore they surely popped into, he treated her to whatever she liked. Once they reached the park, Shuichi gestured to a nearby bench for them to sit at. "Now, to finally give you your gifts... I really hope you'll like them! Here you go... " From inside his bag, he pulls out a gift bag. One of the first things inside, were a small container of homemade red velvet chocolate chip cookies. Along with that, was a Halloween themed gift set containing black and red colored bottles of perfume, hand lotion, and a candle. A picture of a rose were depicted on them, with the scents of them all being called 'Vampire Blood.' With the kind of scent it is, being a mix of floral and fruity.

"I-I made the cookies, myself! And as for the gift set... I had saw it when looking through a store, to see what I could get for you. And naturally, I just had to get this the moment I saw it, since I thought you would absolutely love it. And the scent actually does smell nice... ! I hope you'll like it, too, Sonia-senpai: all of it." (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SONIAAA!!! ❤️ 🌹 🩸)

Sonia's Birthday Asks 2023 - Accepting until Monday, October 16!

It was true that both of them led busy lives: as the Ultimate Detective, Sonia only imagined the sorts of cases he was asked to solve (unfortunately, nothing as fascinating as mass murders or serial killers. Otherwise, she would've adored chiming in with all of her amassed knowledge from the likes of documentaries, non-fiction books, and published case studies that she indulged in for fun). But October was the best month of the year, if just for all of the horror and dark mystery titles aired and published in accordance to the spooky season. It felt odd, in her opinion, to take Shuichi from clothing store to clothing store, especially if there were no styles that suited his fashion taste as well. So instead they perused all manner of festive decor: new pens and stamps in a stationery shop to pair with letter-writing supplies in a gothic style, a supermarket's display of carved pumpkins (and specials on kobocha and various chocolate treats), a discount store full of Halloween costumes and cosplay items (she couldn't resist in putting Shuichi in a Sherlock Holmes-style hat, cape, and magnifying glass, though she'd balked at the rhinestone crowns and scepters for herself). Bookstores were a given, of course, and it was the place where they were both guaranteed to find some treasures.

But now they walked back from a themed, seasonal spooky cafe. The Vampire Cafe, a favorite haunt of hers, had been fully booked out for the month but one of the video game cafes was themed to a horror murder mystery game, complete with additional Halloween decor and macabre takes on cafe meals. Her hot chocolate, dripping down the sides with raspberry syrup to resemble blood, had been proof enough of the commitment to the theme. She hoped his mood was just as lighthearted and content as hers, Sonia smiling as she sat on the bench he'd indicated. "You arranged gifts for me, Saihara-san?" She asked, surprised. "But this day was such a fun gift already! I am truly blessed!"

She opened the first container's lid carefully, first perplexed by the cookies within before beaming. "These are very red cookies! Very spooky indeed. Are they...a berry flavor, of some sort? Perhaps with some sort of jam?" Red velvet, more of an American invention, had not gained popularity in Novoselic. Yet. Shuichi would likely need to inform her about the cocoa in the cookies, alongside with their red color.

The other gift was far simpler for Sonia to understand. She gasped in surprise, in awe, her fingers tracing over the black lace and antique gold packaging before uncovering the contents inside in their black and red bottles and containers. "Oh! A vampire's blood themed beauty set, it is so beautiful!" She exclaimed, examining the bottles before popping the small candle out of its plastic packaging. "Vampires are the most romantic theme for Halloween, you know. Well, vampires and ghosts and The Addams Family, really. But look, Saihara-san! When you light the black flame candle, it bleeds red with hot wax. How truly dark and terrifying! At least nothing shall befall me upon lighting this black flame candle: I am in no danger of rousing the Sanderson sisters!"

She chuckled at her joke: it was likely Shuichi didn't grow up on the likes of Western Halloween-themed movies and might not catch her reference, but the prospect amused her at least. "Thank you so much, Saihara-san. From your gifts to our wonderful day out, I have had such fun!"

[everythingcanadian]

Tweed, Boar, Holly, Pine

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Rating: Teen

Tags: Established Relationship, Shapeshifting, Christmas Fluff, Greg is a Silver Fox literally, I'll tack this on because he is in Fox form, beastiality, Playful teasing

A new but established relationship between Mycroft and Greg after a bit of help on Mycroft's own 'case'. A silver fox had helped and now gets a bit of TLC.

Inspired by Cheers by okapi Very Inspired by Chapter 175 of Cheers by okapi Silver Fox Mystrade

Warm flames licked the wood and left charred touches as the logs broke down in the fireplace. A new dog bed of soft inner fluff and textured outer Scottish Tweed placed in front of it. Curled in on itself, or himself, on the new bed was a fluffy and cozy silver fox. 

Brown eyes set in a black and silver furred face followed Mycroft. Watching comfortably as the man walked from a large plastic crate to a beautiful if fake Christmas tree just in the corner of the warm and dark sitting room. Soft white lights, garlands, holly, red bows, berry sprigs, tartan and tweed, and gold ornaments had been spread throughout the house by decorators. 

But this room and the tree had all been done by Mycroft and Greg in much the same style and colours save for a few new additions in the form of family heirlooms and homemade ornaments on the tree. 

Folded on the end cushion of the one couch was a button down flannel, a white vest, a pair of soft jeans, a belt, socks, and pants, all belonging to one Greg Lestrade. Who now, as previously mentioned, was curled into a near ball of black and silver fur. Waiting patiently to be brushed down in Mycroft’s lap with the sturdy boar bristle brush that had begun this whole thing.

The same night they had spent a few hours talking and reminiscing and confessing with and to each other. The same night they had held each other in Mycroft’s large and lavish four poster bed, nuzzling and comforting. The same night a relationship, that had clicked and started a fire years ago, began in earnest rather than skim the surface of their lives.

Mycroft crouched slowly in front of the bespoke dog bed, holding out a new ornament he had purchased to the silver fox. It was a little red fox with a white tail curled around itself much like the fox in the dog bed was now. A quick yipping bark sounded in the room and Mycroft’s laughter followed. 

“I thought it would gain your approval.” Grey eyes filled with mirth behind glasses met deep brown filled with mischief and affection. 

“This is the last one. Once I put the lid back onto the tub then we can settle down for a while hmm?” 

Another soft yip was his answer. 

By the time everything was cleaned up again, and waiting to go back into the basement until it needed to all come down, a silver and black tail was wagging back and forth on the couch, a coiled body waiting as patiently as it could now for Mycroft to finally sit down and pick up the olive wood and white boar bristle brush. 

A quiet but frustrated growl came from the little beast’s chest when Mycroft pretended to pick up the novel he had been working on for the past couple days. A tease to the fox if anything.

A warm smile and laugh came with the clack of an elegant hand picking up the brush. As if a starting shot had gone off, Mycroft had a lapful of soft fur and warm weight. The rumble of a sort in a mimic of a cat’s purr. A bit of wriggling, a soft snuffle, and the fair sized fox was comfortable laid over corduroy trousers. 

“Hello Gregory. Thank you for hanging the garland, dear. I do hate being on a step ladder.” The warm muzzle nudged and nuzzled into his belly, followed by a forehead gently butting his forearm. “Mhm, alright, alright. Settle back down and let me at you.”

The crackling of the fireplace mixed with the mimicked purrs and soft huffs, the shushing of the stiff bristles gliding through thick fur and barely there crunching as the brush caught a couple snags from bed head. Easing from side to back and then over an outstretched leg as each one was finished. Greg tipped his head up so Mycroft could get under his chin and down his throat with light strokes. A second hand petting and massaging large and twitching ears and behind them. 

Mycroft chuckled when he noticed Greg’s head pressing up and up into his hand as he brought his trimmed nails into play to scratch.

“Onto your back now, dearest. Your belly deserves some attention much like this morning. I love your chest hair and belly fur in both forms. But I think you like my belly rubs no matter the time or body.”

Mycroft helped Greg reposition, having his back cradled in sturdy thighs. Paws curled and legs akimbo, a soft underbelly exposed for the gentlest of brushing and the softest rubbing. Greg knows that if he wants something else, or something else , he needs to ask or direct, not whine and pout until Mycroft gets the hint. And while a randy man, he can wait until after he’s been pampered a bit after a whirlwind of lifting, bending and fiddling

[notendorsinganything]

People I’d like to get to know better

thank you to the lovely @caressthosecheekbones for the tag 🌷🌼✨

(please pardon my awkwardness, I'm very very aspie)

Currently watching: I'm not very fond of series in general (usually watch the two first eps and then get bored). I think the last one I've enjoyed for real was Sherlock Season 2, lol. So let's go with a...

Currently reading: Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson. No thoughts yet cause I've barely started. But I've just finished Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (took me long enough), and it was amazing.

Spicy/sweet/savory: ALL of them please. But I'm not too keen on sour stuff, including most berries.

Current obsession: The album "Parallelograms" by Linda Perhacs (1970). I think I must've listened to it two dozen times this past week. Genius unacknowledged women from the past fascinate me even while making me extremely sad and enraged for seeing how many of them there are due to dumb male-dominated world.

Relationship status: I think the 'forever alone' expression really applies here, lol. Being single is very comfy to me, I treat myself well and really dislike drama and confrontation. It would take a very genuine and special kind of connection to change this, I think.

Last song I listened to: Probably a track from the album I mentioned earlier, so let's go with something else: "I Found the F" by Broadcast (2005).

Tagging: @o-berenice-o (hello! 👋🏼 oi! 👋🏼)

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[c0smic-coral]

Soooo after a lot of thought I’m gonna admit something

I have a fourth sideblog at @the-alastor-simp

I kept this one a secret from everyone because I feel weird about it still and I did put it in my pinned post and Berry pointed it out which was something I wanted to avoid due to anxiety (regarding Alastor’s canon sexuality for the most part). That’s why I hid.

So yeah. I’m an Alastor simp (somewhat; I ship him with my OC Candace like how for Sherlock I ship my OC Clover with Moriarty). I would appreciate if this isn’t discussed further on my main because despite the fact that there are several people on Tumblr open about it, I’m scared of getting attacked. I have been attacked in the past on Tumblr but we talk about that on @swiftie-sherlockian (quite recently).

Anyway, that’s all I have to say. It’s nobody’s fault really, never is. And asexuality is still a spectrum! but really I don’t wanna talk about it. As for Candace on @ask-dumps-universe, go ahead and suggest all you like ;)

[rubyflowerpetals]

monday 16/10/23

I was really annoyed at everyone today. People kept interrupting me and talking over me and today I could just not handle that. It was really annoying, i hate finding my friends annoying, it makes me feel bad. I had to walk out of the room at one point. It felt like no one was listening to me, i felt it physically in my body. It was really unpleasant.

I still very much like her, I don't know why to do with it. It is making me stressed that my whole friendship with her is based on a lie or deceit. It isn't, I just like her more than she likes me and that's alright. I am now being delusional and seeing things that most definitely aren't there - she kept her side pressed to mine on saturday after we (three of us) finished watching an episode of sherlock. We both sat up and she kept her side/arm pressed to mine. She usually moves away. Our legs also touched for a long part of the movie. I feel guilty. But when the whole situation about our friends happened (one confessed to the other), she was quite outspoken about how it's alright. I still feel bad though. When do i not feel bad though? I really wanted to kiss her then. fuck

My friend told me they broke up. I feel bad for not knowing what to do. I cannot really ask anyone for advice, I am not allowed to tell other people. I might invite them to do something together. I feel like that would be a correct and good thing to do...

It is so cold now. I am really missing autumn in latvia though, this is not the same. I want to pick berries (!!!!!!). I have never until now felt homesick. I am really focussing on the trip to latvia next summer to cope with this i think. It feels wrong and weird.

I keep checking if she hasn't responded to me. I cannot stop thinking about her. It's a problem. I feel so bad about it.

Matt Maltese made me cry so much today. I was already having a shit day and then i was listening to museum and the lyrics "yes, you might change / but the people you were stayed the same" and i bawled my eyes out. absolutely disgusting

i needed to get these thoughts out of my brain, maybe i'll be able to sleep good tonight (obviously not, but a girl can dream)

i made pancakes today and they were really good

i'm giving my fnaf presentation on friday and i am not ready

my friend didn't invite me to watch fnaf with them and it hurt just a little until i told my other friends and they said that it was really shit and now i have also understood that so i'm feeling even more shit about it

they will see it with me, i love them <3

i think that's it, i'll try going to sleep now i think

you've felt good recently which means you can feel good soon again <3

ttyl <3

[survey--s]

581.

What is the speed limit on your street?: 20mph but absolutely nobody sticks to it.

A word that describes you, starting with the last letter of your last name?: I have no idea.

What is the age diff between the last two people you kissed romantically?: Three years.

What day of the week does your garbage get collected?: Monday, and recycling gets collected on Thursday, but only every two weeks.

How many hours have you worked this month?: Not very many but it's only August 6th.

How many schools have you attended?: Two schools, two universities.

What has brightened your day today?: I got a decent amount of sleep and it's generally been a really chilled out day.

Run your fingers through your hair and measure a stray you retrieve. How long is it?: My hair is tied back.

How did you or whoever come up with the name(s) for your pet(s): Archie was named by the breeder. Purrlock was named after Sherlock. Toby was named because I thought he looked like a Toby, and Simba is obviously after the Lion King. Our old cat Layla was named after the Eric Clapton song that was playing when we brought her home.

What are you listening to?: The Desolation of Smaug.

When is the last time you clipped your nails?: 2-3 days ago I think.

Plucked your eyebrows?: Yesterday.

Washed your hair?: This morning when I had a shower.

Whose birthday is coming up next, that you know in your head?: My ex's birthday is in a few days.

When is the last time you danced? Alone or with another?: Today and I was on my own.

Who is your most annoying colleague?: I work alone thankfully so never need to worry about that anymore.

What is your weight?: 12 stone.

What is your height?: 5′9".

What country were you born in?: England.

Which countries have you been to?: Canada, Australia, Singapore, Dubai, Malaysia, Qatar, the UAE, Norway, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Sicily, Lanzarote, Fuertaventura, Austria, Switzerland, England, Wales, Scotland...I think that's it.

Last green food you ate?: Spinach.

Red food?: Raspberries.

Yellow food?: Cheese.

Purple?: Berry compote, that was kind of a purple colour.

What is the name of the strain of weed you currently have?: I don't smoke weed.

Does the city you live in have Skip the Dishes, Über Eats, etc.?: We have FoodHub but only a couple of places are signed up to it.

Last article of clothing you purchased?: Shorts.

Last electronic you purchased?: A new laptop.

Last thing you bought for someone else?: Does cat food count? lol.

Last thing someone gifted to you?: My mum paid for brunch yesterday if that counts?

Colour of the last pen you used?: Black.

Last marker?: Black.

Do you use bug spray?: No.

What is your blood type?: I have no idea.

From where did you last bleed?: My finger - Simba scratched it while I was giving him his medication.

Who did you last walk a dog with?: My mum and my husband.

Ride bikes with?: Mike.

Hold hands with?: Mike.

For what reason did you last high five someone?: I was doing some training with the dog lol. One of his tricks is high-five.

[bakerstreethound]

🍓Sherlock doing this to reader 😩❤️🦋

1. whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

2. wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips

Hello my dear @lady-harvey you sent this months ago but I hope you enjoy what I came up with. I don't even remember where this prompt list resides anymore haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the soft boy and hi everyone, I live! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Berry Kisses

Summary: Sherlock's kisses are one thing you cannot live without anymore. He can't resist you anymore than when he's on the trail of a killer. You live for the quiet moments where you can be at peace with each other, if even for a short while.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

You live for these moments when Sherlock allows himself to rest, a short reprieve from the demands of his day. He won’t admit it outside the doors of 221B, but when you crawl up on the bed to straddle him, he can’t look away. This is one of the best parts of his day, these quiet moments with you.

You offer a small smile in return, watching him, as his gaze meets yours his hands resting along your back, stroking and rubbing circles as you inhale deep, burying your face in his neck. It doesn’t take long before he groans while you not so subtly suck marks along his neck. 

“You’re not going to get away with that so easily," he huffs, rolling on top of you, his lips a fraction from yours, teasing you so close but he feels miles away in the moment and all you want to do is run to him and drown in his kisses.

He pins you deeper into the mattress, piercing gaze roaming along your body, causing you to shiver. It always did in his presence, your body responsive in every way, each touch and caress of his awakening the sleeping siren within. 

His lips still linger over yours, heat cascading along his body, setting fire to yours as if you are kindling ready to burst into flame. 

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” you let out the barest whisper, tongue teasing along your lips. 

“If that’s what you wish, yes” 

“Really I thought it’d take more convincing than that, my love.”

“Kiss me then,” he quips, it’s almost a challenge but a deeper request, He wants more oh how he aches for more of you. You’re already driving him mad being here with him this way and he wants to devour you until dawn breaks, but he lets you take your time. How willing you are to take your time, breaking him down bit by bit, his fingers digging into your shoulders with every desperate kiss, sigh, and plea you draw from his lips.

It’s an addiction you’ll never recover from but will gladly drown in tenfold if you can see this vision each and every day, of him bathed in the light soon succumbing to the shadows. 

Your arms immediately wrap around him once more, straddling his waist and peppering his face with more kisses. He savors it, letting you do as you wish despite the protests of his mind. He wants you, yearns for you terribly but he wants, oh how he wants more. 

He finds himself fixated on your nose, and so he caresses your jaw, cupping his face in your hand to stop you from your conquest on his neck. He barely pecks your nose, grinning at the amused laugh that follows, but his lips remain along your body trailing from your cheek, fluttering along to the corner of your lips before finally kissing you properly. You groan at the contact, somehow pulling him impossibly closer, falling into his adoration and warmth. 

“I need you,” you sigh softly, your heart aching. You’d feel so empty without him, but his lips are your salvation dragging you into the light, saving you from drowning in the depths of your mind. 

He obliges, turning to press you into the mattress, pulling you under him not intent on letting go. “So good for me,” he murmurs, words muffled by the sounds falling from you, your mind comprehending nothing but him and the love he bestowed upon you. 

“You taste,” he kisses your lips engulfing you before brushing against them again, “you taste like strawberries.” 

“I see you’re catching on, how observant of you, my love.” 

His lips press against your neck, savoring the smell of you and strawberries intermingled-, and a few moments pass, his lips find yours once more, fingers carding roughly through your hair, and you groan. You want, how you want more and you let him take as much as you give, his hands falling to your waist gripping tight, worshiping you in nothing but adoration. 

You make a reality what you imagine in your dreams. You find yourself falling into him consumed by him, wanting and feeling nothing but his skin against yours, relishing the sounds falling from his lips, the weight of him on top of you filling your every need. When his hand strokes your sides a shiver follows in its wake, his hand caressing the apex of your thigh, his sapphire gaze staring into your eyes, shimmering. 

“May I?” his gaze doesn’t part from yours not when you whisper a yes against his lips, a long, elegant finger stroking you and the fire consuming you from the inside out. It’s wonderful and all-consuming like him and when he adds another, working you slow, always eager and desperate to memorize this, memorize you for he knows your body, some of the darkest parts of your souls as well and you gladly fall bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss the feeling of him and his adoration pulling the last bits of pleasure from you. There you remain, basking in the bliss, his chest rising and falling curls brushing along his brow encompassed by you in your own universe.

****** 

[midnightsaboteur]

There were few people in the world who could hold Sherlock Holmes’ interest for long, but Zelda Martin had always been one of them. If anything, she exceeded even those rare cases, and whilst Sherlock didn’t like to reflect upon that thought in the company of others, most notably with Dr. Watson or Mrs. Hudson, the thought remained true nonetheless. So, as soon as he’d received word that she was back in London with her hew husband in tow, Sherlock had followed her trail. To his mind, he’d been absolutely discreet and easily escaped detection, although he also couldn’t deny the slight, lingering thought at the back of his mind which nagged away at him, pressing the idea that Zelda was onto him already. Her intelligence and skill on par with his own was one of the many reasons why he was enthralled by her so, but even then Sherlock didn’t consider himself detected.

Or that was so until she unlocked the door to her private room as he tried to pick it, her slender figure and bemused expression capturing Sherlock’s attention immediately. “Zelda Martin…” was all Sherlock could say instinctively to her greeting, the male remaining on his knees for a few seconds as she walked away before he finally spurred himself up into a standing position. He followed her inside the room, the door closing behind them whilst his gaze continued to fix upon her. Zelda immediately alluded to detecting him in the market and at that, Sherlock pursed his lips. “I thought I wouldn’t be seen,” he admitted, a slight hint of bitterness to his tone. His gaze fell upon the berries, clearly his favourite, the sight making him add “And it seems you expected me before then anyway…”

@midnightsaboteur

Sherlock and Zelda

Zelda had heard Sherlock was on a case the second she stepped foot in town with her new husband. Someone was always whispering in her ear when he was on a case and every few years she'd send him on a wild goose chase just to see if he still cared enough to follow the clues she left behind just in case she might be there. But for the most part, she stayed always out of reach, one step ahead of him. It was easier that way, after all. The man she loved, the only man that had ever been worth her time, the only man to catch her in her tricks, and the one man she couldn't risk being seen with.

Moriarty was too sly. If he found out she could be a weakness to Holmes, she'd find herself dead in a heart beat. And if not herself, than she'd surely get used to lure him into a trap he would know better than to fall for on a regular day. But she'd seen Sherlock tailing her through the market, and she was sure that it was his lock picking kit clinking quietly in the lock to her private room. Unlocking the door and pulling it open, Zelda looked down at the kneeling Sherlock Holmes. Even before the door was entirely open though she was greeting him, "Sherlock Holmes.. as I love and breathe," almost to feign surprise. Stepping back, Zelda turned and walked back into her bedroom and to a waiting tray with his favorite berry freshly cleaned from the second she arrived home. Taking one, she popped it into her mouth and smirked back at him. "Looks like you finally caught up."

[marisatomay]

yeah yeah the sherlock phone charger alcoholism intrusive thought we’ve all had it what about those of us who panic every time we take too long brushing our teeth and think we’re going to fuck up our enamel like rachel berry did on glee

[goddessofthundathighs]

A continuation of this blurb/imagine or whatever you wanna call it.

**

4/20. The official stoner’s holiday. Hennessy had been prepping her stash for the big day, knowing that selling out would be inevitable. She was thankful that her roommate opted not to come back for the spring semester, allowing her to expand her makeshift grow house into the other bedroom. The lighting was better there anyway.

Though she was thankful for the extra space, she wished she could get into the campus’ greenhouse, but so far, convincing Dr. Turner had yielded less than pleasing results. She hoped that the research she had been conducting on a certain Navy vet would change the old man’s mind.

Just as she finished packing the last nug into its respective jar, her phone dinged.

Menu?

I believe the proper greeting is “Hello”, Killmonger. I’ma teach your rude ass some manners one of these days.

She shook her head in playful annoyance as she watched the three dots appear on the screen signaling his response.

Nigga fuck all that. I got some shit to take care of and I need some stress relief. You got me or what?

“I should tell his bratty ass nah just to be spiteful”, she says out loud. Though Erik was her best customer, he always managed to get under her skin, much to her disdain.

And no girly shit, he types back before she can respond.

“Oh well then you about to be pissed, my nigga,” she smiles mischievously.

My crib, 10 minutes cuz I got class at 1:00.

I’m at ya door.

“Thirsty ass!” she yells to the closed door before unlocking it. There, in all of his menacingly handsome glory stood her favorite headache.

“Don’t get cocky, lil nigga. I can always find another plug,” he torts, poking her forehead as he steps into the apartment.

“You’ll be back, hoe. You always come back.”

“Cuz ya shit fire, duh,” he says sticking his tongue out.

“No shit, Sherlock. So you tryna relax, huh?”

“Yeh, whatchu got for me?”

She pulls a small pink container from the shelf, sealed with a weed plant Moon Scepter.

“Meet Usagi. I’ve been smoking her for about 2 weeks now. Euphoric and relaxed effects with a slight citrus flavor, kinda like an orange.”

“I thought I said no girly shit,” he says with an eye roll, twirling the container between his fingers.

“Nigga you gone get what I give you and be happy. You ain’t even smoked it yet. Besides, you said yourself you like fruity flavors.”

“Aight whateva. I need something for creativity too. Got a project coming up that needs my undivided attention.”

“Ooh, what kind of project?” she perks, hoping he’ll let her in on another section of his already mysterious life.

“Gotta decode some shit my pops left me,” he says matter of factly.

“Can I help? I’m good with puzzles and shit.”

“Nah, you good, Mini Menace. This is some shit I gotta handle on my own. You got something?”

Damn, almost had his ass, she thinks to herself before grabbing another jar.

“You’ll like this one. I call it Hokage. Creative, focused effects with a sweet berry flavor.”

“Ooh, gimme a couple of them,” he grins.

Shy giggles, securing each jar into its own Cinnamoroll baggie before handing them to him.

“Nigga at least get some Naruto or My Hero packaging if you gone do anime,” he fusses playfully.

“I’ll think about it. Speaking of My Hero, I just renewed my Crunchyroll subscription. Got time to put me onto some new shit?”

He grins widely, reaching for her Blazy Susan rolling tray. “I gotchu.”

**

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[weirdnaturalscience]

Well-Known and Obscure Toxins: How They Work

Well this is a morbid subject but HEY it’s almost Halloween baby!! I was super curious about what toxins actually do on a molecular level after reading about cone snails. Obviously toxins can kill you, but how?? I wanted to know the grisly details. This is not an exhaustive list, just some types of poison, venom, and other toxic substances I was curious about, so let’s get to it.

Deadly Nightshade

Where is it found? Atropa belladonna grows in Europe, North Africa and Western Asia.

How it works: speeds up your heart and generally fucks with your nervous system. Deadly nightshade contains tropane alkaloids atropine, hyoscine (scopolamine), and hyoscyamine which disrupt the nervous system’s ability to regulate activities such as heart rate, breathing and sweating. It can cause narcosis, paralysis and heart failure as a result. Yikes. But an antidote exists that can reverse these affects if administered in time.

Toxicity: the entire plant is toxic, with roots having the highest toxicity but berries posing the greatest threat to humans because of their appearance. 10-20 berries can kill an adult, and 2-4 can kill a child. Symptoms of mild poisoning include dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, loss of balance, confusion, hallucinations (wild) and convulsions. Doesn’t sound like a good time.

Do not eat the shiny attractive berries!!! (Cows and rabbits and other animals can eat it but humans, dogs and cats...NOT SO MUCH) You can also get toxins on your skin just by touching the plant but this will not kill you.

Totally fun and not morbid fact: during the Renaissance, belladonna was used by women in small quantities to dilate pupils and give a seductive appearance, and this is how it gets its name belladonna, or beautiful woman. Atropa comes from the Greek Fate Atropos who cuts the threads of mortal lives with her shears. Snip snip!

Hemlock

Where is it found? Conium maculatum grows naturally in Europe and North Africa, and has spread to North and South America, Australia and Western Asia.

How it works: stops your breathing. The flowers contain an alkaloid called coniine, which directly affects the nervous system and causes paralysis of respiratory muscles, leading to death from oxygen deprivation. Hemlock poisoning is treated by artificial ventilation for 48-72 hours until the effects wear off.

Toxicity: about 100 milligrams of coniine is fatal to an adult. That’s about 6-8 hemlock leaves, or a smaller dose of the seeds or root. Animals can also be poisoned and killed by hemlock, but luckily dangerous substances cannot be passed into the human food chain from milk or fowl. Similar to nightshade, you can get a non-lethal amount of the toxin on your skin simply from touching this plant.

Basically you’re only gonna get poisoned by this if someone puts it in your tea, because I assume you’re not gonna just go around just like...chomping on pretty flowers. Right? Right?? ok good.

Arsenic

Where is it found? arsenic is a metalloid that occurs often with sulfurs and metals. It can be present in volcanic ash and groundwater, and as a result can be found in low (acceptable) levels in plants and seafood. Good news: it is rare to find arsenic occurring at dangerous levels in nature.

How it works: in high levels, arsenic disrupts ATP production and causes organ failure due to necrotic cell death. This process can last between 2 hours to multiple days. It can also be fatal in lower doses administered over a period of time, and as such, was a popular murder weapon when it was readily available during the 1800s in England. Symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea don’t immediately alert someone that there has been an attempted murder unless maybe you’re Sherlock Holmes.

Toxicity: google probably thinks I’m a murderer and won’t tell me just how much arsenic will kill a person. COME ON, google!!! it’s for SCIENCE!

Arsenic is no longer readily available for people to just get in large quantities, so that’s a RELIEF.

Cyanide

Where is it found? cyanide is a chemical compound produced by certain algae, bacteria and fungi. It is also found in plants such as peaches, apples, apricots and bitter almonds. A type of bamboo that grows in Madagascar is so rich in cyanide that it would kill humans, but not the golden bamboo lemur for whom this bamboo is a primary source of food!!! You go girl, eat that cyanide bamboo.

How it works: for everyone who’s not a golden bamboo lemur, cyanide disrupts ATP production, affects the central nervous system and heart, and causes histotoxic hypoxia: the inability of cells to take up oxygen from the bloodstream. Antidotes can work if administered in time for lower doses of cyanide.

Toxicity: 200 milligrams of solid cyanide or a cyanide solution, or exposure to airborne cyanide of 270 parts per million is sufficient to cause death within minutes. Um, YIKES. Really, cyanide was already scary enough as a solid before nature went and made it into a gas that kills upon inhalation. DEEPLY uncool.

Murder mystery writers: slip belladona or arsenic into your literary victim’s tea. Belladonna is sweet, arsenic is tasteless, but cyanide has an acrid and bitter taste.

Fun (well, not fun) fact: if you eat 200 apple seeds (about 40 apple cores) you will receive a fatal dose of cyanide. So like, don’t do that. An apple a day keeps the doctor away and is completely safe, but 40 apples apple cores a day WILL KILL YOU

Vampire Bat Saliva

Where is it found? Vampire bats are found in the Americas.

How it works: a toxic substance called Draculin (I’m serious) in the saliva of vampire bats acts as an anticoagulant by inhibiting an enzyme involved in the coagulation pathway.

Toxicity: vampire bats are indeed venomous and toxic, but they are not at all lethal. It just sorta sucks if you’re being bitten by a vampire bat, but you’ll live. Unless that bat has rabies. Vampire bat saliva also contains an analgesic, meaning the bites are almost completely painless. SO THAT’S SOMETHING

Cobra Venom

“hello do you have a moment to hear about cell death?”

Where is it found? Many species of cobra are found throughout Africa, Southwest and Southeast Asia.

How it works: most cobra venom includes neurotoxins that cause paralysis as well as cytotoxins that cause necrosis and blood coagulation. blood coagulation can happen in minutes.

Toxicity: many types of cobra venom are treatable, but may leave disfigurement from necrosis. If this isn’t scary enough for you, just know that spitting cobras can reach 2.7 m (8.9 ft) in length and like to aim for the eyes.

But you’d still rather be bitten by a cobra than THIS deadly mofo:

Venom of the Inland Taipan

Where is it found? the inland taipan is the most venomous snake in the world and lives, YOU GUESSED IT, in Australia, ie the place where everything is designed to kill you. Evolution decided it can reach 1.8 meters (5.9 feet) with a maximum length of 2.5 meters (8.2 feet), which I think everyone can agree is a dick move on evolution’s part. Take it back, TAKE IT BACK!!!!!

How it works: the venom contains neurotoxins, hemotoxins, and myotoxins AND an enzyme to increase absorption of the venom. Basically it causes paralysis, blood coagulation and muscle damage, because one of these things wasn’t enough apparently. Antivenoms against Australian venomous snakes exist but are least effective against the venom of the inland taipan.

Toxicity: the inland taipan’s venom has a murine LD50 value of 0.025m/kg. This means there is a 50% chance that .025 milligrams per kilogram of weight will cause death. It’s bite contains enough venom to kill at least 100 adult humans. But GOOD NEWS! the inland taipan lives in such remote places that it rarely comes in contact with people. Other slightly less venomous snakes are therefore responsible for more deaths. ....So that’s...still terrifying. just don’t go into the woods in Australia FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

What’s deadlier than the deadliest snake in the world, you ask?

Tetrodotoxin

Where is it found? tetrodotoxin is found in several animals such as pufferfish, moon snails and the small but deadly Australian blue ringed octopus (DAMMIT Australia)

How it works: blocks sodium channels. This prevents normal transmission of signals between the body and brain, causing loss of sensation, paralysis and inability to breathe. Fun!!! Don’t pick up the frickin evil little octopus

Toxicity: more powerful than cyanide, that’s for sure, about a thousand times more powerful in fact. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice as 334 micrograms per kilogram. Fatal pufferfish poisoning result in death in about 17 minutes. The blue-ringed octopus, however, carries enough venom to kill 26 adult humans within just a few minutes. There is no anti-venom.

What’s worse than that, you ask? Ah, you shouldn't have asked.

Conotoxin

Where is it found? Cone snails are found in the Indo-Pacific, the Cape of South Africa, the Mediterranean, and even southern California. Smaller species are not that dangerous. Larger species, however...

How it works: paralysis within minutes. cone snails have multiple harpoons to administer venom to prey (or unsuspecting humans). the harpoons deliver a venom that has HUNDREDS of different types of toxins, each targeting different nerve channels or receptors. Some cone snail venom even includes pain-reducing toxins. These pain reducing toxins can be 100 to 1,000 times more powerful than morphine. How THOUGHTFUL.

Toxicity: vastly more potent than tetrodotoxin. the oral median lethal dose (LD50) for mice is is 10 to 100 micrograms/kilogram. So like, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT LOL

Ricin

Where is it found? Ricin is obtained from the beans of the castor oil plant.

How it works: inhibits protein production and results in organ failure, respiratory failure and circulatory shock.

Toxicity: The median lethal dose (LD50) of ricin is around 22 micrograms per kilogram of body weight. If that sounds bad just wait till you hear about poison dart frogs 😭

VX

Where is it found? Nowhere in nature. VX is synthetic. It is an oily amber colored liquid in its natural form, was first developed as a pesticide and later for chemical warfare. It is considered a weapon of mass destruction and is banned under the Chemical Weapons Convention of 1993.

How it works: causes stimulation and fatigue of muscarinic and nicotinic ACh receptors, resulting in violent contractions followed by paralysis and death by asphyxiation.

Toxicity: 7 micrograms/kilogram. this is one of the most toxic synthetic substances on earth. Humans have got nothing on mother nature though...

Batrachotoxin

(This guy is called phyllobates TERRIBILIS. but is his cute little face terrible? noooo.)

Where is it found? in certain types of beetles, birds and poison dart frogs found in Central and South America.

How it works: similar to conotoxin, batrachotoxin interrupts sodium channels. The resulting migration of Na+ ions causes heart failure and paralysis.

Toxicity: The LD50 is around 2 micrograms per kilogram, meaning that an amount the size of two grains of table salt will kill you, and that this is even worse than a cone snail, Ricin, or VX. Batrachotoxin is one of the deadliest alkaloids known. No antidote exists.

Fun frog fact: this was the poison commonly used by the Embera-Wounaan for poison darts, and that’s where poison dart frogs get their name! How...cute.

Botulinum, most toxic substance in the world

Where is it found? made by the bacteria Clostridium botulinum and related species.

How it works: causes Botulism, which if untreated can result in paralysis and respiratory failure by preventing the release of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. Botulinum is used in very very very VEEEEEEERY small amounts in Botox, in case you ever needed reasons NOT to do Botox lol.

Toxicity: the lethal dose of 1.3–2.1 nanograms per kilogram in humans. of any toxin natural or synthetic, this is the deadliest known. However!! Actual good news this time: treatments involving antitoxin therapy and intubation are very successful and mortality from Botulism is extremely low. Yay! 

More good news: toxins have been instrumental in medicinal breakthroughs throughout history and continue to be vital to modern medicine. A drug for diabetes was recently synthesized from Gila monster venom: it increases the production of insulin when blood sugar levels are high. A painkiller has been developed for chronic pain patients that is derived from a component of the venom of our friend, you guessed it, the cone snail! These are just two examples of toxins being used in medicine, and a lot of research is still being done because face it: we still don’t know a lot about how our bodies work. Paralyzing agents are extremely important to our understanding of the body and the development of non-opiate non-addictive painkillers because of how they disrupt signals between nerves and the brain.

Long story short: don’t eat nightshade and stay OFF AUSTRALIAN BEACHES and you should be just fine. 

Oh and your tea is getting cold ;)

[sscrambledmeggss]

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#depends on who you ask tbh 😭😭 but it’s one of those djdjd probably more likely kill 🤨 because i feel like i’d be easy to beat in a fight 🕺

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

quick question glee made up kurts eye colour? I have been gaslighted

YES, the glee fandom just randomly made it up 😭 I think the Sherlock fandom might have also helped? I also thought it was real until @dilfdarren said something about it being fake. So thus the origin search for the word began 🗽

When searching for the origin:

1) the only thing about ‘glasz origin’ when searching that doesn’t autocorrect to ‘glass’ is an urban dictionary entry:

Safe to say it didn’t lead to much 🤨

2) when searching ‘glasz eyes’ you DO get eye pictures, but most of the people are Chris Colfer and Benedict Cumberbatch. (And a Percy Jackson character, but her eyes were never described as glasz in the books).

3) I started googling it as a last name meaning but still didn’t find anything.

4) FINALLY I came across this beautiful thing: The Etymology of Kurt Hummel’s Eyes

It definitely cleared a lot of things up 😭

Though this still didn’t answer why it’s spelling was ‘glasz’, so then I realized, “hey wait, if anyone would know this, tumblr would’ and it did. So I didn’t have to search for like two hours, but what can you do </3

anyways this post explains the reason for them turning it into the Hungarian spelling and not just the Welsh one.

But throughout all of this, a lot of the stuff I got was things like, “guys, I have glasz eyes!!” On Reddit and quora, and people on tumblr telling people they have glasz eyes etc etc. so it seems to have gotten out of the glee and Sherlock fandom, as it’s been used in other fics and fandoms and with real people as well. 😭

Anyways I’m sorry for making this answer so long, but thank you for listening to my deep dive <3

81 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#4

Emma Woodhouse really was the first gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss wasn’t she 🤨

85 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#3

Do you think, Hugh Jackman stays up late at night crying over the fact that Kurt Hummel absolutely obliterated him with his NTBND cover

96 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#2

Sebastian after him and Kurt fight at the Lima Bean:

Sebastian: Something lgbt just happened to me

99 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hc that every time Sebastian tries flirting with Kurt it just goes horribly wrong, like he goes,

“hey, you look pretty today 😏” but as he walks away he slams into a glass sliding door

104 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

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