#why the fuck did i makw this

[babygirlbenpaul]

I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONYYYY 🐬🌈🌈🐬✨✨💖🐬🌈🌈✨💖✨🐬🌈🌈🐬✨💖🐬🐬✨💖✨💖🌈🌈✨💖💖

[trial-by-yuri]

I can't believe Cheren pokemon is in my gen 9 pokemon game

[theood]

s/o 2 my cousin for actually having my.back and lying to my.mom abt if im on anything. Real actual mvp thanks for that ily keep it up

[29121996]

for the record ibrlly never undersrood how someone watching u could like makw u feel naked or . like theyre fucking Really Peerjng ibto you. until recently and i Hate This !

[alex--blue]

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[chericherilvr]

wifeyyy! hear me out! since you know that i'm in my jungwon era✨, what about this:

jungwon has been the reader's best friend for a while, after he left to become an idol (but without explaining more to the reader) so they meet once in a cafe and she sees hkm for the first time🥹

take your time with this one, but it would makw my delulu heart happy to see how you're gonna write it 😘

Count to three to see if it's real...

idol!Jungwon x idol!reader

a/n: Pookie hope you enjoy this 😙😙

How worth it can it be to sacrifice all your life to do something you love? How worth it can the pain, the change, and the desperation be? Waking up one day, leaving behind no traces, no words, nothing to remind others that you're alive, no nothing. How worth it can it truly be? To sign that contract, to train every day, to give up everything you once knew, you once love? Yet when the music starts playing and the metronome starts counting the tempo in your in-ears there's only one thing on your mind: This, this is worth it.

It was getting closer; it was inevitable. Was this even real? All this time, all this work—was it real? The rest of the group seems to have the same face as you do, eyes wide open, as if any of you were to close them, the dream would end. You all look at each other with so much proudness. Smiling softly at the rest of the girls, wanting to just squish them, you did it. We did it. Their eyes remind you that this is now your family; you all did it. And just like a family, we all melt into each other, hugging so tight that we believe this is all real.

Countless nights were spent wondering if all you would feel after debuting was stress and pressure. Yet this week has been so far the least stressful you've been for a while. The company gave your group one full week to rest before the grand day. One week in which nothing changed—fuck, you loved it. The world kept spinning, the sun didn't shine brighter, the air wasn't softer, and birds didn't sing as you walked. One week, in which everything was just as it's always been.

"Scratch that, what the fuck is he doing here?" Your hand trembles at the door handle of your favourite caffe, memories rushing through you. The laughs, the smiles, the teasing, the playful fights, the long nights crying to each other, the untold feelings, the betrayal of leaving without saying anything. He hasn't noticed you yet, but you stand still staring at Jungwon, not daring to move until a boy next to him points at you. A tear falls the second your eyes meet; it can't even reach the floor before you both are walking to each other fast.

One year. One year since you left. One year since you last saw Yang Jungwon. One year since you signed a contract that forgave you from interacting with anything from the outside world; that forgave you from existing aside your work. One year that shows up when he hugs you, seeing now how he also became a mess, crying on your shoulder as you cry on his. Oblivious to the stares the group he was sitting with were giving each other.

"Are you real?" He whispers in your ear. "I wish so," you whisper back, "because if this isn't real, I'm ready to hunt you down to make it happen…" He chuckles softly, giving you one last squeeze before pulling away, so hesitantly. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N" Jungwon says, wiping away one new tear that dropped from him. You stare at him in confusion. One year you've spent thinking you betrayed him; why was he the one apologizing?

"I left without saying anything, and I'm so fucking sorry for that." Jungwon's voice sounds so weak it breaks your heart. He speaks so softly as to not scare you, as to not leave you, not again: "I auditioned, and I got in, and when I realized I hadn't told you, they took away everything." You cut off his ramblings. "Wait, I should be the one apologizing." It's his turn to look at you, confused. Jungwon looks at you, waiting for an answer: "I was the one who left without saying anything"

One year. One year, the both of us spent laying awake at night wondering if it all was worth it. If leaving the other was worth it. One year of not knowing that while one was crying and fighting for their dream, the other was living a reflection of it. How worth it can it be to sacrifice all your life to do something you love? Well, dear reader, I'm sad to say I don't have an answer. Not every story is written the same way. But please so smile, please so have hope. As while you fight for your dreams, they also fight too. As while you now read this, your soul lays next to an energy so caring, so loving. As while it's showing up as someone you don't know, it very much is real. It very much is worth it. You are worth it.

[hevanderson]

@boltgunkiller + i's tumblr simulation

🕶 anonymous asked: why do u think its okay to basically tell people to kill themselves do you know how problematic that is ??? so much for being an ally to the mentally ill.

🏳️‍🌈 courageouskatycat answered: I djdnt mmean that i;m so sorru I was j ust very upswt please don't makw a call out post

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🐟 trouty--mouth

Can a cheerio pls ask if Coach Sue thinks I'm a grill

🐱 unicat

I did and she said she does think you're a grill and you keep your cooked meats in your mouth

🐟 trouty--mouth

? Lol ok what does that have to do with me being female to her that's so funny

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🕊 sngbrd

one like and i'll send ****** anon hate

🕊 sngbrd

thank u my beloved mutual angrybirdsfan221

🐦 angrybirdsfan221

anything 4 u !!!

#also psst sngbrd who's the guy ur censoring omg

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🎵 ohioshowchoirupdates Follow

The Dalton Academy Warblers lost a third show choir competition in a row.

🏳️‍🌈 courageouskatycat Follow

We should all kill ourselves

#Reblog #Cw suicide #Cw loss

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✝️ holiestcheerio Follow

why do i want to kiss girls

✝️ holiestcheerio Follow

WRONG BLOG WRONG FUCKING BLOG

✝️ holiestcheerio Follow

sorry santana took my phone. haha

👄 sntnlpez

I've not seen you in two weeks...?

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🏈 sharkfinn5 Follow

Just want to clear up the rumors that just because I'm living with Kurt doesn't mean I'm gay we're brothers okay guys it isn't gay.

🍆 puckasauraus-rexxx Follow

So it's bisexual got it

#rekt

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🕊 sngbird

if anyone from school found me on this blog i think i would die

🐦 angrybirdsfan221

god same thank god i blocked every1 lol

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🐈‍⬛ lordtubbington

ive taken up doing cocaine

[todomemolesta18]

Stella : The fuck are you doing?

Stolas : Deflecting

Stella : Well STOP it's annoying you keep mentioning that imp name but never cared for our daughter

Stolas : Should'n you be with via?

Stella : Should'n you be more responsible as her father?

Stolas : I try so many years ans make it comfortable but it was never enough. The only reason i endure your constant insult and cruelty for that girl to have normal life!

Stella : Normal ahahahahahah normal normal you the one who makw via life worse. If you want her to have normal life then why did you cheat? I been enduring more judgement, more insult from other goetia but here you could't handle a single insult

Stolas : So why did you come?

Stella : I'm reminding of your mistake be grateful for that

[toomuchracket]

did you knoaq know they makw you go undieless for duckding acl suegreey ??? i had to have a coochie airin out for the whole fuckin duergeeycpworole tonsee?? why the fuck i gotra hVe my panties off fornthem ti cut my inee open???

HELP IM HOWLING im so sorry

[crttvset]

i don’t even like the 70s why did i choose to makw my ocs fashion based off of the fucking seventies!!!!!!!

[b0mblover]

Hate, in Every Sense of the Word.

By: J

major tws for; suicide mention, domestic abuse, abuse, sexual assult mention, murder mention, (really just alot of violence tbh) self harm mention

uh, sorry? that theres so many tws, ig also minor tw for mention of sex too.

uh haha i uh, can you tell what happened tonight? it wasnt even the worst one, just, im tired of it.

talk abt living out of spite bc mannnn, thats all i been going off of for a good while now!

i uh, i really wanna make a certain food bc um. (LOOK I WANNA MAKW A LESS OILY FUCKER OKAY) but my father is awake meaning my mother will be too soon but im scared to even go out of my room bc theyre prob gonna fighttt.

hhhrbd okok ill shut up for now, go ahead and read the angry jirou bullshit ig 😭

(oh yea, if it wasn’t obvious. im talking about my mother in this.)

——————————

yknow,

you havent been a great person

or a good one even.

yet you still question as to why i dont love you

or like you,

maybe you have an idea of how much i hate you.

maybe not

i dont really care about your feelings.

at all.

not now.

i put up with this for fucking 14 years.

my entire fucking life.

ive put up with your shit.

but now?

now im done.

you have no idea how badly you fucked up.

when he said that “im sorry im a fuck up” 

yknow.

he mightve not been right for what he did.

but,

it was just a mistake.

it was a goddamn mistake.

you have any idea how many times ive uttered those words too?

how many times ive repeated them?

how many times i fucking meant it?

just because you “had it bad” doesnt mean shit to me.

you have no goddamn right to treat others the same way.

dont give me that “i dont know how else to act!”

bullshit.

bullshit you dont.

you treated your damn boyfriend just fine!

you had a goddamn kid

you had two goddamn children.

with this man that you fucking DESPISE.

you knew it back then too.

you told me you did.

you fucking told me.

almost nothing can compare to the anger i feel to you right now.

nothing.

you have no right to act like that.

no.

you have no goddamn right to hit another fucking living being.

for such a simple mistake.

i dont care if he talked about it since friday.

i dont give a fuck if he talked about it for months.

you.

you as a goddamn human.

have no right.

none.

in the slighest.

to hit another living being.

for talking about something in your eyes “too much”

or making a mistake.

youre a hypocrite.

need i remind you?

you said that after you broke up with the man you were having an affair with.

that youd be a better person.

stop the fights.

stop the beatings.

stop all of it.

and everything would be okay!

.

i didn’t believe you for a goddamn millisecond.

youre a liar.

just how you said i was.

you didnt quit.

you didnt stop.

hell two months after you hit him again!

you threatened to kill him and yourself!

cmon.

dont you get it yet?

i fucking despise you.

maybe to a degree i feel shocked.

but.

i really dont think thats it.

youre the root of my problems.

every single last fucking one.

——————

need i remind you as how i had to learn to cook, because you were too busy with your damn boyfriend to help me?

.

need i remind you how when i tried to show you that i was fucking cutting myself when i was 9 you only talked about how it looked ugly?

.

need i remind you about how many times you said that you didnt care if i hurt myself as long as no one can see it?

.

need i remind you about how you ignored the rope burn on my neck god knows how many times?

.

need i remind you how you denied fucking multiple peoples sexual assault because “it couldntve been like that”?

.

need i remind you of how many times i almost had to be hospitalized because of your neglect?

.

need i remind you of how many nights i spent alone, in the cold, in the dead of winter, just because you wanted to fuck your boyfriend?

.

need i remind you of what you yelled at me so many times?

.

need i remind you of what i seen?

.

need i remind you of how many times you blamed your abusive behaviors on medication?

.

need i fucking remind you of my entire purpose?

.

i dont care about your feelings anymore.

i gave up years ago.

but now.

i dont feel just numb for you.

i hate you.

in every sense of the word.

.

i dont care of what you or anyone else thinks of me.

.

i dont care about what you think of my appearance.

.

i dont care if you think im too thin or fat or whatever word youll use next.

.

i dont care about what you think because you’ll hate me no matter what.

.

you thought id stop being xxxx when you broke up with him.

you yelled at me.

no.

you fucking screamed at me for weeks.

im tired of even putting in the slighest effort of acting as if i fucking care.

i dont give a fuck about you.

and yknow?

if.

no.

if it would work.

if it was possible.

id fucking kill you.

id stab you.

right here.

right now.

to end my suffering.

to end his suffering.

all of it.

id end it all.

i dont care if its wrong.

because i know no one else knows about whats going on.

yknow.

only one person around here knows what youve done to him and me.

and i havent even met her in person.

yknow.

the people i used to be close with from school.

only just learned you had an affair.

i know that.

the police are do-less.

since you know them.

and hes a man.

not a woman.

it wouldnt be taken seriously.

that he should just fight back.

yknow.

youve ruined what life he has left.

his parents beat him.

his ex wife beat him, and cheated on him.

and here.

youve done the exact same thing.

yknow.

he’ll never get to see how love truely is.

because of you.

because of what youve done.

i cant say i really like him either.

but.

that doesnt give you the right to ruin his life.

.

yknow whats worse?

how i know the only reason that so far youve never dared to lay a finger on me.

is because ive proved that i won’t hesitate to beat the fuck out of you right back.

i know i joke about that night.

but.

really.

hitting you for doing that was the best decision i couldve made.

its kept me safer than i wouldve been for years. 

and even now.

if you were to as so much to touch me.

while in a fight.

id do it all over again.

you maybe 100 pounds heavier than me.

but you dont know how to fight against someone who wont just sit there and take it.

i wont forgive you for what youve done.

even if he will.

.

i want nothing to do with you.

get out of my life for good.

[tyttetardis]

David Tennant and me at Wales Comic Con Spring 2022 ❤️ Such a sweetheart who quickly came up with a pose when I didn’t know what to do with myself 🙈

[zer0s-g0re-f1lled-gr4ve]

dumb.exe

[arainydaymcytblog]

I posted 16,481 times in 2021

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#i honestly didn't know this was gonna blow up so much and like when i posted it everyday i would get 99+ reblogs and likes on it and be

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

BITCH

CORPSE AND TECHNOBLADE ARE GONNA FUCKING INTERACT TODAY

GUYS

WE'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE

635 notes • Posted 2021-02-14 21:06:01 GMT

#4

WE DID IT BOYS

WE'VE UPGRADED FROM TWITTER TO NEWS ARTICLES

719 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 20:24:28 GMT

#3

Bruh I just realized Robin can't be Tubbo's ancestor

Robin died before growing up and producing biological descendants

His biological parents are dead and since he's an orphan he's probably had no aunts, uncles, grandparents, basically any relatives alive to take him in

He doesn't mention ever having any siblings who are alive or with him

He was basically the end of his bloodline, cementing him having no blood relatives in present day

So theory

Tubbo isn't a descendant of Robin, HE IS ROBIN

He's Robin reincarnated

Like say Dream when he came to have this world learned the history of the town with no name, he learns of this orphan who in life never had any happiness and once was finally given something, no someone to give him that...

They die... and so does the boy once he realizes he will never get love or happiness in his life

So Dream, being this world's new god feels compassion and sadness for this boy decides to find his soul and give him another chance at life, this time making sure he gains a family by leading the unknowing philza to the recently reincarnated boy and to unburden the boy he decides to let him be reborn without memories of his previous life

Like dude

IT MAKES SENSE

IT COULD BE WHY DREAM IS SO TAME TO TUBBO

HE ALREADY KNOWS OF THIS BOY'S PREVIOUS LIFE AND DOESN'T WANT TO LET HIM EVER BE SAD AGAIN LIKE HE WAS BEFORE

990 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 03:54:25 GMT

#2

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1440 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 21:25:56 GMT

#1

GUYS WE CAN GET KARLNAPITY ANGST NOW

KARL CAN ONE DAY COME BACK FROM TIME TRAVELING AND JUST NOT REMEMBER WHO HE IS AND SHIT

KARL ISN'T GONNA REMEMBER QUACKITY OR SAPNAP

JUST PICTURING THEM TRYING TO MAKW HIM REMEMBER THEM AND KARL JUST BEING SO CONFUSED AND SHIT

2112 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 03:42:28 GMT

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[roses-bubbles]

I feel like it's so, peculiar how you can feel something and not even know what it is, how it actually makes you feel

Like that's actually fucking wild, but at the same time it just feels kinda maddening when trying to, think about it

What even IS not being sure of any of your thoughts, why is that a thing, it's so frustrating and for what??

I don't know if any of this stuff (which i have no idea how to fucking describe by the way) is real, and i guess that doesn't matter as long as it is affecting the person but like i want to know??

I just want to know something cause i don't even know if it's real

And it's fucking- a, why is this a thing, why is this a thing holy shit

I'm constantly so torn between trying to think about it and just not, which seems good if not for the fact that after 10 minutes i begin thinking that it feels like not even living for myself but living just because, because i don't know shit about myself

Which is dumb, yes, and fucking idiotic and not a fucking thing which is so much worse because it's not -anything-

There's nothing wrong ever and i'm in such a quite frankly good, "place" in general and it feels like i'm making this shit up, but i don't want it, i don't want it and i don't want nor need nor feel it's fun to be this torn all the time to the point where i have to fucking hourly stop myself from thinking about it because it's not, anything, and it's never anything but holy fuck. I don't even know if i did makw this up and forgot cause i have no fucking, idea!!! It barely feels like im a person when i can't balance anything and feel so untethered from reality it fucking feels exausthing when i don't know if it's been two hours or two days and i just forgot about everything in fucking between

Like this literally can't be anything becausr it doesn't happen always, it just fucking, comes and go which is so extremely more maddening it's genuinenly fucking insane

Ans like i don't even! Know at points if i do want to know! What if i did make this shit up, and i'm a fucking fool, and it's. I don't know. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckeeek

It's just not nice, i can barely focus on anything, i feel like i don't am fucking anyone and just scraping something from fiction to fucking fill that in, and at the same time i don't feel like i should. Be how i am which is fucking ridicolous. It's ridicolous. It's so fucking stupid. But at the same time i can't imagine myself as my body because it just feels fucking unfitting for that, uuuggghhjhh

I'd say i want to forget but i probably am going to, and, this was such a stupid and useless piece of text anyway. Boo hoo am i fucking right, you're so miserable over nothing isn't that quirky, fuck you and shut up, ugh. This was useless and completely fucking worthless. Good job, you didn't do jack shit and it didn't do anything! Consolation prize consisting of fucking nothing! Fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thelucyverse]

WIP! First meeting T.G. & Irene

Featuring: immortality!, disturbed!Assistant(Kate), background Johnlock, ace!Sherlock, bi!Watson, bi!Irene and a-little-terror!theGirl

Part 1

"I'm interested in what you are doing here!" the girl said. She couldn't have been older than twelve.

Irene raised an eyebrow.

"Well, not the sex stuff necessarily- more the blackmail! That sounds like a fun game!"

A game? "So Holmes did send you, then" Irene said, annoyed. "Get out, this isn't a place for a kid. If he wants to talk to me, he can do it himself."

"Holmes? Which Holmes do you mean?" the girl said with a cheeky grin. "And I'm not a normal kid, don't worry."

Hear sherlock in front of door- I nods for A to open- sherlock confused stands up straight from where he was looking at the ??peephole, pastor uniform in place, black eye... - Now, there you are - sherlock confused by chaos in front of him--- John muss auch iwann auftauchen - what's the kid doing here? - talk about not a normal kid, should let me join the operation... What would you say if I told you I've already seen it all? Just that you've shite parents. - Ugh, well, looks like I've got to tell you my real age after all. Real age? What, are you secretly twenty? Naw actually immortals and millenia old. Ok, kid... --Wann?? @ sherlock work with Q sometimes - what? So could ask him to confirm your story? - Uh, not sure exactly who knows the real story and who just thinks I'm a random kid running around mi6... Then again, what must they be thinking at a random kid running around mi6? -... Sherlock: Ok I'm ready to believe you (John looks like he's gone nuts, irene like she doesn't believe that he believes It), yes that's the reaction I like! And can prove it- don't want to do this when Noone believes me at all because they tend to call the cops or something... Irene: What are you going to do? Thought you just (xy, not able to committ suicide, Girl must have explained immortality properly before)? - Well, yes, not able to want to committ suicide and so won't disable the stuff that makes me unable to die, (bc that's how most 'immortals' die in the end), but still have safety mechanisms that make me immortal in the first place! Look- A: she's gonna do something to herself! Girl: oh for godssake-makw sure she doesn't call the cops, yeah?- slits her throat, slowly disappears, five year old girl popsup again, looks at them confused, shakes herself and grows a little, shakes herself again until age she wad before, grinns. Hi! That did happen just now, did it? Assistant faints. Irene groans. You owe me an assistant! She growls, not ready to as much as think about what just happened.

John: did you- did you see that?! Tg: yes do you believe me now- John, ignoring her, accusingly pointing at Irene: is this some kind of haunted house, is this supposed to be a joke?? The girl groans: ugh, the failings of the 21st century! Really! The middle ages are annoying, too, where everyone just shouts with and puts me at the stake to see if I'm gonna burn and of course I do burn, I just pop up again, if I'm lucky a few metres to the left... But now it's all It's not real! I'm on drugs! It's photoshopped! Sherlock: I believe you. John: why are you not freaked out?? Sherlock: I'm just adding it to my [weltbild] as we speak. Irene pinches her nose and toes at her assistant, who groans and sits up, sees the girl and squeaks. Irene gives the girl a Look. You really do owe me a functioning assistant. The girl laughs. Oh, she'll get used to it and be OK again. That is if she wants to get used to it, I'm not going to /force/ anyone to remember what they don't want to remember... Bends down. Do you want to just forget what happened here? Forceful nodding. Oh well... Holds hand up in front of her, pointer, middle and ring finger stretched out, and A gets a blank look and stands up. Irene: fucking hell, what did you do now? John: language! Irene snorts. Girl: just made her forget... Maybe best if she went home for today before I have to do it again. Irene nods. You can go home. Then stares at the girl: not what I meant when I said to give me a functioning assistant! Now I can't even talk about this shitshow with her? Girl shrugs. She didn't want to remember... And hey! If you want a new assistant- my offer still stands!

Irene groans. John: you- you won't let the /kid/ work- /here/? Irene: that's what I said earlier. But she's not a real kid, is she. Gives her a calculating look. John: kid, why do you even want to... Girl: she's great at blackmail, and that sounds like great fun! J: Oh, so you're like, an /evil/ immortal child? G: Evil?? Never! Booores and without an all that fixed moral compass, though...

Irene looks at the scene in front of her. Today had been supposed to go very differently. She had expected chaos, sure, but /definitely/ not that kind.

"I need a fuck".

She surprises herself by saying it out loud, but it's true, and now that she said it, she's looking at the two men in front of her appraisingly.

"I am not interested in that." Sherlock Holmes says coldly, still with that far away look on his face that indicates he's trying to fit the possibility of immortals and magic in with all his other memories in his mind palace.

"No? Not at all? And here I thought you and your pet doctor..." she looks over at John Watson, who huffs.

"Sherlock just isn't interested in sex, that doesn't mean..."

"But you are." she leers at him. She does not often have sex, her job showing her all the things she doesn't like about people in the first place, but sometimes she does grave it, and now that this little terror got rid of Kate for her, she needs someone new.

Meanwhile, the girl has wandered over to her office, uninterested by their discussion. Irene tries not to think about all the things she could do in there. It's not like she has the power to stop her.

John: "I- no! I mean, yes, but I'm with Sherlock, and I don't need- I'm perfectly fine on my own-"

"Oh, I'm sure you /could/ go your entire life without sex if Sherlock didn't like the idea of it... Honestly, though, I don't think he would care." she tilts her head at the detective, and he snaps out of his mind palace.

"If I get to be there, I don't care." he agrees.

She lifts an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't interested?"

"I thought you were a lesbian" he counters.

"bisexual" she corrects him.

John groans. "He'll just try to see it as an- experiment, or something, I promise you that won't be a very nice experience-"

"Oh, I bet I can make you come despite it." she grins, shark-like.

The girl wanders back into the hallway, a list of Irene's clients in her hands. "If I find you two more people you can blackmail, are you going to let me work with you?"

Irene sighs. "Sure, why the fuck not."

"Oh and by the way, the CIA is going to be here in a bit" the girl says. "But I called one of my MI6 friends to help get rid of them, I just need to look a bit different then, she doesn't know that I'm not just an uber-intelligent little girl...

Irene nods. She hasn't felt this exhausted in, ever, really. "If you can make sure we won't be disturbed for the next two hours, you're hired" she says over her shoulder, dragging John upstairs, Sherlock following behind.

The little girl whoops. Irene suddenly realises something and turns back around.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"Oh, I have many" she grins a shit-eating grin. "You can call me The Girl."

"..."

"I'm not calling you that. /I'm/ 'The Woman', and you can still call me Irene, or Miss Adler. I'm not calling you the girl. We'll have to think of something better than that."

The Girl shrugs. "Fine by me" she tilts her head, listening to something outside. "You might wanna disappear now..."

Irene drags the men into one of the bedroom and closes the door, trying not to think about the fact that she is trusting what now looks like a ten-year-old kid to take care of the CIA Agents bursting through the front door.