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     here are 247 unedited 200x100 icons of india eisley as audrina adare in the film my sweet audrina as requested by @unsuprviised. they are capped and sized by allison. please like/reblog if using. DROPBOX LINK.

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                             You play, don’t you?                                                                                      How did you know?                        How did I know? I taught you, don’t you remember?

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mary’s sc. –– @eastwiind

     Mary’s not usually the type of person to confront somebody on something like this, but she had read the text messages, had seen John’s behavior. John would deny it, she was sure, so she had to go straight to the source. “Hi. Ah.” Mary clears her throat. “Are you E?” She was sitting at the bus stop, and smiles at the woman. 

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“Psst!” a little hand tugged at Eurus�� shirt, and the older Holmes turned around, meeting the eyes of her youngest nephew.

William, named of course for Eurus’ brother Sherlock, was grinning up at her, in the way that young children do when they’re very excited and cannot possibly consider containing themselves. His freckled cheeks were bunched up, dimples on full display, his tawny curls bouncing in time with his small form, and his green eyes glowing with excitement. Before she could ask what was making him so excited, he grabbed her hand and began running through the Manor House hallways, with her in tow as fast as his little legs would carry him, skidding to a halt as they entered the sitting room.

Mycroft, in previous years, had never put up a Christmas tree, deeming it unnecessary and useless, but, due to his unexpected vault into fatherhood, had begun putting one up. It now stood in the corner, by a large window, a large, formidable, but altogether beautiful looking thing, decorated totally with lights, tinsel, candles, a star at the top, and of course, ornaments. The upper tiers of branches were all decorated with fancy crystal and the more fragile ball ornaments, but the bottom was peppered with childish ornaments of various characters, countless Baby’s First Christmases ornaments, or other little things safe for small hands to hang up.

However, obscuring the view of the tree and veritable mound of presents beneath was a large, expertly constructed blanket fort, constructed out of armchairs being pushed together at assorted angles and blankets strewn over the top and over the front, obstructing the entrance. From what she could see, pillows covered the bottom, allowing for a comfortable, plush sitting area. Somewhat festively, and fitting for the occasion, strung over the top both inside and out were a twinkling string of fairy lights, probably liberated from the box of Christmas decorations.

The little, seven-year-old boy raced over to the blanket fort, tugging on the sheet over the entryway.

“Open up!” he whispered, and the blanket moved to one side, revealing Will’s troublemaking twin Dominic, face impish and mischievous, and golden hair shining in the string lights. The blond looked over, noticing Eurus, and his grin widened.

“C’mon in, both of you!” he said to the woman, making beckoning motions to his aunt. Will smiled brightly at Eurus before ducking inside, and, curious as to where this would lead, Eurus entered the covering, which, surprisingly, could fit her, probably due to the tall armchairs her eldest brother favored which made up the whimsical construction.

Once inside, Dominic and Will instantly began to grin at her, and she saw her eldest nephew, Elijah, holding her young niece, Penelope, named for her and her sister, in his lap as well. Elijah smiled at her a bit slyly from under his dark curls, as if she was in on a joke she wasn’t aware she was in on, and Penelope grinned brightly and extended her arms toward Eurus, making motions for up, up! 

After taking her from Elijah, Eurus realized what her brother’s children were grinning at her for and were so chipper about. The centerpiece of the inside construction was a large biscuit jar, completely full, with various dishes of sweets and other pastries that she could have sworn Mycroft had had out earlier, as well as six mugs of steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows and crushed up candy canes. That also explained why William was running before; this was clearly a clandestine affair.

“We’re hiding,” Dominic whispered, confirming her suspicion with a cheeky grin. “From Dad. We’ve been nicking the sweets for hours now!”

“But we made him a mug of cocoa,” Will added in, “and we can’t eat all the sweets–”

“I can,” Dominic interrupted proudly.

”But you shouldn’t! Anyways, we want him to come in once he realizes everything’s gone which he will and then he’ll stop working so we can all wait for Father Christmas together!” Will finished, his budding Scottish accent coming out, grinning up at Eurus. ”Uncle Sherlock and Uncle John and Enola can come in too when they get here!”

”There’s a great view of the fireplace,” Dominic continued excitedly. “We’ll catch him in the act for sure!”

Elijah shook his head fondly at his little brothers’ antics, handing his aunt a mug of the hot cocoa and smiling up at her.

“Happy Christmas, Aunt Eurus.”

“Happy Christmas!” Will and Dom both cheered.

Penelope clapped her hands, cheering something that may have been close to the seasonal greeting.

As she took the first sip of hot chocolate, white, fluffy flakes began to float down outside in the evening dark.

Happy Christmas indeed.

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— — — “ eurus. ” there is nothing but cold disdain and bitter contempt for her today. some days are brighter than others; some days sherlock can look at her and make himself see sister rather than murderer. today he carries none of his forced warmth. “ you decided to take a walk around london the other day. ” heard first from the news then his brother. woman found dead in her basement, clothes and jewelry stolen from her room. it hadn’t been a difficult leap. he took a step closer; the sign now said maintain a distance of five feet but he wasn’t interested in rules. “ why? ”

&& STARTER CALL. @unsuprviised

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full name: mary elizabeth watson ( nee morstan ) other names:  rosamund mary williams. title:   Mrs age:   39 ( main verse ) gender:   cis female sexuality: verse dependent origin:  london, england current location: london, england nationality: english ethnicity:  white spoken languages:  english, knows conversational gaelic (irish)  religion:  roman catholic height:   5′1 body type:  mesomorph eyes:  bluey-green tattoos:  3. red rose on her ribs, arrow on her upper left shoulder, two black birds on her wrist piercings:  two in each ear scars:  faint scar on her left hand from a mission gone wrong, one across her stomach from her surgery she had after she was shot by vivian norbury. educational background:  bachelor degree in nursing social media:  twitter. smoking:  tried it, but didn’t like it. drinking:   yes. drugs:   used to smoke pot when she was 17/18. stopped when she became apart of agra. athletics:  quick runner.. hobbies:  painting. virgin:  nope. favorite drink:  red wine, earl grey tea, strong black coffee. favorite food:   mary is the furthest thing from a picky eater, she’ll eat anything. favorite music:  she genuinely is one of those people who’ll listen to anything. though she listened to a lot of grunge/alternative in the 90s.  clothing style:   modern, very practical - mum style clothing underwear type:  lets just say, the lacier the better in mary’s book.

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Hello! Would it be possible to request some 200x100 base icons of India Eisley as Audrina in My Sweet Audrina??

     HERE YOU GO!!!

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“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”

“ except… ” You choose your words carefully; there’s no telling what the game is here. what she is trying to gleam from you by speaking of foolish notions & false hopes. You’re sister is clever, too clever. It’s unnerving how she can make you dance; desperate to prove yourself — just like when you were children. Wanting to impress her so she will keep wanting to play with you. When had she wanted to, she could always make you smile & laugh — the concern was when she had no longer found amusement in that. You’ve grown since then, forgotten & remembered her all over again — here you are, acting like a child. “ …we both know that miracles are not truly real. they are just occurences that are entirely plausible, just unlikely.  ”

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grab bag lyrical sc. –– @unsuprviised

song: shame artist: hearts & colors

     “With your finger on the trigger,” Sherlock starts, eyes barely shifting to the gun in her hand, “you’re a cold-hearted killer.” His gaze shifts back to hers, unfolding his hands and holding one out to her. “The gun, please, Eurus.”

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❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

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“…thank you…” Elijah murmured, trying to look at his aunt through his half-lidded eyes with little success. His head felt like it was going to explode from the inside out, encased in fiery, stinging agony, and even the tiniest movement of his eyes hurt. He hated his migraines, even though he was used to them by now, and it was only by sheer luck that Eurus was around while everyone else in the house was either at work or at school. Clearly he was in no position to go anywhere, and if she wasn’t there, he would have to go through this alone, as usual.

“…you don’t have to…” he repeated from earlier, which had prompted her to say what she just had said, “but thank you, Aunt Eurus… sorry to bother you with all this…” And he was. Surely she had more important things to do than to look after him all day.

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“ How did love become so violent?”

— — — “ well, first you murdered my childhood best friend out of jealousy. ”

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       “No. Why should it be?”

What a lie. He had been lying too much as of late. But why should it even matter if he did? Everyone around him lied anyway. Including his dead wife. Whom he took a glance at as her imagery stood at the doorway, looking entirely upset with him. Not my fault.

      “I just need a strong sleeping pill. Or something.”

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NO THAT’S MY MEME YOU HEATHEN

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no. just no, allison.

     “nO jUsT No aLLisON.”

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     ( eurus holmes ) ⟶ have you ever been to disney world?     ( eurus holmes ) ⟶ I’m taking you to disney world.