#julietthotelwhiskey

[losingsiide-archive-blog]

eyyy so ya boi made it to 200!! i think these are still cool? who knows, i’m not hip with the kids. but i made this blog just a few months ago and hit 100 in a few weeks, and now i’m here. honestly coming back to rp after?? god knows how long?? was one of the few good decisions i’ve made. i mean, granted, i made plenty of bad ones afterwards ( skipping class to talk about headcanons, writing 2500+ words in a little under an hour, like 90% of the stuff that makes me cool ) but it was well worth it. i came into the sherlock rp community cautiously, honestly expecting to leave within two weeks, but i’ve made some really good friends who are incredibly important to me. i love them a lot you guys.

RAIN MARS INSERT SHITTY JOKE HERE,

so. i’ve talked about kacie a thousand times, i know i don’t have to. you guys know how much i love her. but i say it because it’s important. kacie and i built a friendship off of loving each other and rolling our eyes at everyone else; at the end of the day, she’s who i have. she’s my best friend, my soulmate, my partner in far too many bad decisions but all of my good ones, the only person who call my on my bullshit and encourages me to be my saltiest self in the same breath. for three years, i’ve gotten nothing but love and support from her. so please excuse my outward affection, all the appreciation posts, all the replies on her munday photos and every ooc post, how i yell about rain to people who don’t even know who kacie is, i’m just trying to make up for three years of her doing the same for me. nobody else can make me laugh like she does, the kind that leaves me gasping for air and smiling so hard my entire face hurts, and nobody else can make me go from angry and annoyed and frustrated to flopping over onto my bed and pressing my face into a pillow because her anger at whatever is bothering me, no matter how small or how little she knows about it, makes my chest hurt from all the love. so just, like, let me have this. even though she’s gonna read this and call me gay, and i’ll tell her i’m just gay for her, and she’ll send me a heart and i’ll send her one and know i made her smile, and that will be enough // @fxrechild​

MY ENGLAND MOM, MARTHA,

i guess i should probably start at the beginning. sophie was my first friend in the fandom. my rp blogs don’t last long without partners to write with. i get bored easily. so to everyone who likes my blog, everyone i met after sophie, you have her to thank for my being here. sophie let me rant to her about headcanons i had barely developed, back when i had even less of a grasp on sherlock than i do now. she was my rp partner, and then somewhere along the way she became a lot more than that. she’s a teacher. if there’s one thing i’ve learned in all my years, all sixteen of them ( guys help i’m so old ), it’s that teachers are very much born. it’s not an occupation, it’s a type of person. sophie just happens to be employed as a teacher as well as being one. i know i’m not making sense so let me explain: few people are capable of the warmth that sophie displays, and even fewer are capable of directing it towards someone so far away, and then, once you have that, you have to actually be able to teach something. for sophie, it’s how to care. sophie is, without a doubt, the first person i think of when someone says compassion or kindness or love. she’s there for me when i’m anxious, sad, upset, but she’s there for the good times too, for all the smiles and the laughter, and she never misses a beat. i said once that she was family and that still stands. some people are just too important to simply say ‘friend’ // @adler-thewoman​

MY ANGST QUEEN SUPREME,

i’m half-tempted to leave it at that, actually. i swear, allison has made cry as many times as she’s made me smile. allison is incredibly involved in her character. she understands abigail in a way that shocks me every day, but it makes her wonderful to talk to. her dedication to her character is, in short, absolutely beautiful to see. allison is absolutely beautiful to see in general. she’s chill as hell, which is great for days when i’m too tired to do much else but talk about sherlock and abigail being cute together. she doesn’t get nearly enough sleep but that’s okay; it means she’s always awake when i need her. allison is, in every respect, one of the best listeners i have ever had the pleasure of being friends with. whether it’s long-winded headcanons about our muses or just my irl problems, she’s here, ready to talk. and when i need time alone, she understands. i can’t explain how important that is. being able to listen, to understand, these are skills i’ve struggled with my whole life and allison makes it look easy. when i’ve had a long day and i want quiet, chill time, she’s who i go to. my gratitude for her patience and time can’t be expressed in words // @suumuxor​

MY ACTUAL IRL ANGEL,

i don’t actually write with jack all that much. jack isn’t someone i have to write with to maintain our friendship. there’s genuine affection here. when i come home, when i’m sad, when i wake up, he’s the person i go to. i couldn’t tell you why to save my life. i’ve tried a thousand times, written jack novels about why he means so much to me, but it’s the kind of thing i can’t put into words. but i’ll try one more time. half the time he’s making a joke, the other half he’s being one of the most affectionate people i’ve ever met. i can’t think of what i could have done to earn his singular love, so i assume he’s like that with everyone. as funny as he is, as much as he makes me laugh and roll my eyes in equal measure, it’s that ridiculously thoughtful, caring part that fascinates me. i still haven’t quite figured jack out, but i’m gonna. i guess until then, that’s my excuse to keep talking to him // @psychopatx

MY PERSONAL RAY OF SUNSHINE,

every day i call her my sunshine and every day she tells me i’m wrong. i wonder when she’s gonna figure out that i’ve never been so right about anything. zoe is an amazing person. incredibly strong and determined, intelligent as hell and passionate about what she does. she loves mary like i love her, and that’s saying a lot. even without knowing i’m in a bad mood or in a bad place, she cheers me up, and has never failed to do so. being around her is like being outside in the perfect weather in your favorite place. it’s impossible to not feel better when you talk to her. she’s such a beautiful person, insanely caring and always ready to help her friends. she cares so deeply for the people she chooses to surround herself with, and never fails to make me feel loved, which is hard to do. if i can be half of what she is to me, i’ll consider myself a success // @traiinedassassiin

&& MY PARTNER IN MY SLOW DESCENT TO HELL.

sometimes michelle is indistinguishable from john watson. i haven’t told her this yet, but sometimes she says things or does things and i sit back and wonder if that’s why she’s so good at writing him. here’s the thing about john watson: sherlock pulls a lot of bullshit. he does a lot of stupid things, he’s a ridiculous man with mood swings like hell, but john puts up with it. not only does he put up with it, he loves sherlock. and that’s a lot like michelle. i do a lot of ridiculous things. i get anxious for no reason, sad over small things, i have mood swings like hell, but michelle is right there. always calm, always telling me to talk to her about it instead of letting it get all bottled up. michelle is balancing on that thin line between caring and commanding, which can really throw me off sometimes when she tells me to talk to her and yes, i want to, but she’s also very hard to say no to in general. so maybe that’s why i keep writing sin and further cementing my place in hell. it’s here i have to point out that while writing this, michelle saw fit to send me absolute filth from a johnlock fic, so she’s going down with me. but back to my point. michelle is the most patient person i have met. she deals with me at my worst and somehow comes out of it still sane and wanting me around, and i don’t quite think i can express how important that is to me // @julietthotelwhiskey

and a note from the author. i have argued and will continue to argue that roleplaying is about one thing: people. it’s people who like writing, yes, but it’s people. we’ve all fallen into this odd little hobby together, so we may as well make friends. my bias list is short because it’s honest; the people above are people i genuinely care about, and i will continue caring about them as long as they allow me to, or as long as i am meant to, whichever comes last. i have five ( yeah, fuck kacie ) IM conversations open right now. little icons on the side of my dash and i can’t tell you how big my smile is when one of my friends messages me. so let yourself make ridiculously close friends through this dumb little hobby, because knowing that someone cares about you for you is one of the most rewarding things in life, far better than having good graphics or formatting or hell, even being the best writer.

that’s all, folks. <3

[terrifyingskillset-blog]

@toldabetterstory​ & @julietthotelwhiskey​ did not stop me

bag hangs on her shoulder, books held in one side as she moves through the crowds of people, familiar black hair in her line of sight. john’s gryffindor scarf hangs from her neck ( where she had swiped it days ago ). she received dirty looks from some of her more conservative house mates but it didn’t bother her. she had done it to aggravate him mostly, prove she could. has it become second nature for them to walk with just enough room for her to push her way through? it’s what she does now, looping her arm through sherlock first, smiling up at him, before grimacing at john & looping their arms together as well. “ i have been asked to hogsmeade no less than three times this morning. david does not understand bugger off. “ 

there’s an exaggerated sigh, lips pressed together, head moving to lay on sherlock’s shoulder as they walked. “ you ready for the match this weekend, john? “ lips curl upwards, casting a look towards the boy on her right. slytherin playing gryffindor was always the cause for talk in their little group. both beaters on their respective teams, there was quite the rivalry. 

[neveradog-blog]

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[littlepiistol-archived-blog]

@julietthotelwhiskey wants a starter, and I’m calm cool panicking. 

   “Well, it’s not everyday I help someone escape from getting shot in the head. Do me a favor and try to stay alive tonight.”

[barbwiire-blog]

’ please stop telling me about your fucks. ’ ( john is so tired, bones, he's So Tired™ )

FUCK SENTENCE STARTERS. |  NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

       ❛         WELL EXCUSE THE SHIT .. outta me, john; i didn’t REALIZE all my sexy-ass stories were offending your sweet, innocent little BRITISH ears–! what’s the matter, man, you jealous–? finally starting to REALIZE what you’re missing out on while you’re knocking your dick together with that dude’s–? .. the shit’s his name again–? ❜  

[thisbecoming]

@julietthotelwhiskey​ 

When Francis was nineteen, surgeons at the military training facilities where he was stationed had agreed to operate on his face, and the procedure had drawn an audience. It had been a revolutionary application of grafting, with a successful outcome and an outpouring of questions from surgeons in training and seasoned doctors alike. That moment was cast in such strikingly high definition in Francis’ mind that he recognized John Watson the moment he caught a glimpse of him in the busy streets of London nearly twenty years later...

                    John had been one of his very first ordinary conversations... It had been the simplest thing, an exchange of film at work, a few words about the assignment, what the medics would need in terms of training material, but it was the clearest, most magnificent conversation that Francis Dolarhyde had ever had, unhampered by his impediment for the first time in his life. His lisp and scar continued to act as a dense and debilitating barrier for him, and those smooth conversations were very few in his life.

                    “John...?” With hands curled into his sleeves to hide their trembling, Francis willed himself to look directly at the man, standing in line at an ATM cash machine, looking older but very much the same... “I’m -- Francis Dolarhyde, we... we worked --briefly -- together in military surgical training.”

[pullingrank]

@julietthotelwhiskey wanted a date: [accepting!]

How much had he drunk? Enough to download Tindr, enough to swipe around, and enough that someone’s blurry dick pic seemed like a great idea. Chalk it up to ‘experimentation’, or just the fact that he figured a bloke might not slap him like his last three dates had.

But he either needed to get his eyes checked or someone had spiked his drink, because...

“Uh. Hi, I’m-- John.” 

And why the fuck do you look just like me?

[vicemirrored-a]

julietthotelwhiskey replied to your post “me & @earnedtitle  : captains of the “call my muse daddy and he’ll...”

/clears throat /deep voice--- father figure.

acceptable

[thewxman]

[ @julietthotelwhiskey​ liked for a starter {x} ]

      She had originally acquired his number from when she liberated Sherlock’s phone a few years ago. Flicking through the photos— that was necessary. Changing the text tone— admittedly hilarious. Keeping a few noteworthy contacts from Scotland Yard— incredibly useful. Then there was John Watson. Worth saving for a rainy day, she had thought. 

     Now finding herself back in London, every day was proving itself to be a rainy day, both literally and metaphorically. One of the biggest problems with being dead to the rest of the world was how bloody boring it was. Only a select few people knew she was alive. One being her landlady in Paris, a sweet, elderly woman who didn’t speak a word of English. The next being a certain Consulting Detective that didn’t feel it imperative to always reply to her texts. The third... Well, he hadn’t known for long. It was by accident that it even happened at all, really. A poorly timed Happy Birthday on her part and five years of a relatively well kept secret went well and truly down the drain. 

     However, if there was one thing that Irene was rather good at, it was making the most out of an otherwise crap situation. Today, she decided, that situation would involve John Watson.     

[to; JW] I’m bored. Let’s have coffee. [to; JW] p.s. Not a euphemism. Guess who.

[nottheactor]

@julietthotelwhiskey liked the thing.

          “So. Beer or scotch for tonight? You pick, judging by your look.”

[mumsname-blog]

@julietthotelwhiskey loves me & rosie

“ dad, i don’t get it. you & sherlock have been friends for ages. you’d think it would mean you’d have a nicer closet. “ she’s regretting it now, asking her dad to accompany her. two shirts are held in front of her, head tilted as she looked at the color. “ maybe we should have asked him for help. it’s a two person job, really. “

[stillhavespots-a]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS.

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. stress 002. control 003. desire of satisfaction 004. focus 005. excitement

GREETINGS:

001. keep it short. 002. hello, this is Q 003. not again! 004. be a dear and …– 005: Q speaking here,

COLORS:

001. brick-brown 002. washed out- dark blue 003. bordeaux red

SCENTS:

001. burned tech 002. lavender shampoo 003. cats (the nice cat smell)

CLOTHING:

001. patterned suits, often not fitted and too big 002. warm, turtleneck sweaters (lowkey inspired by steve jobs) 003. knitted beanies, scarves and fingerless mittens, 004. brown shoes

OBJECTS:

001. laptop with stickers 002. messenger bag 003. glasses 004. scrabble mug

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. workaholic 002. needs to prove himself all the time 003. overthinks 004. bad sense of humor/laughs at his own humor 005. forgetting to eat/sleep when focused

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. thumb twitching/rubbing with his thumb over his own fingers 002. blinking excessively 003. standing up straight, remaining in a good posture at all time 004. looking at a tablet/laptop/papers or typing/writing while talking to someone

AESTHETICS:

001. organized mess 002. rainy days in london 003. old study books, not touched but still treasured 004. damping mugs of tea

SONGS:

001. iDK

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[peaceific-archive]

@crimeblogger

[ text ; n.r. ] noah, mate. i don’t know if there’s anything on tonight, but if you’re keen, i wouldn’t mind heading out to… well. you know. give us a call when you get this.

[text ; John] It’s not that much of a secret, John. You can spell it out, y’know? [text ; John] Who’s ‘us’? Does Sherlock want to come along, too?

[losingsiide-archive-blog]

"Make me."

                    ( shoving muses against a wall and kissing them // not accepting )

john’s back hits the wall with a satisfying thud, sherlock’s hand already fisting in his hair, keeping him still while sherlock maps the inside of john’s mouth with his tongue. impatience colors his movements as he reads john, noting his movements, comparing and analyzing, studying. he pulls away when he knows it will affect john the most, just after he’s gotten dazed. the look on john’s face when he pulls back has him grinning; that’s exactly what he had wanted.

                    “ can i do my job now, or will you continue to insist upon                        interrupting? ”

[notelementary-blog]

SENPAI NOTICED ME! 🎉🎉🎉

@julietthotelwhiskey hi 💕😊

[bbcmary-arc-blog]

@julietthotelwhiskey replied to your post: wiggleofjudas: jesseekaar: Sherlock Holmes...

“Please forward that to everyone at the Yard, love. Please. Just Greg will do, actually, do you have his number? Here—”

“Already sent, actually. Should I put it on Youtube?”