Every goddamn day.
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yes
> notice two of your favorite Johnlock fics have updated
> read them while Reichenbach
Now that’s just cruel
oh my dear and fluffy lord
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…just because you mention wanting to audition for Harold Hill in the event of your college performing The Music Man and have expressed displeasure with women’s business clothes as compared to men’s (they just pick a shirt and tie and jacket and they’re good to go, ladies have a whole spectrum of nonsense to contend with). She’s terrified I’m going to turn into Chaz Bono. And I think it’s because I am expected to rear a child and continue the line, as I am the last scion of our blood. I am more than my baby bucket, mom…
And I am cis, myself, but this just bugs me. I’m a little pissed now and I’m mad because I was super happy because I just saw The Music Man on stage. Sigh.
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I have the best fake husband/ best friend in the world because she will feed me chocolate and sit with me for a cigarette when I’m sad. Alex wins all the awards.
Damn right. I have more chocolate than I know what to do with.
And then sometimes she holds the phone for my while I’m trying to start my retarded fucking car and skype with Welsh dude at the same time. AND I KNOW YOU’RE SAD TODAY SO I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
And here’s a funny spider-man picture to cheer you up.
I love you. And that’s not the Stoli-and-7s talking.
I have the best fake husband/ best friend in the world because she will feed me chocolate and sit with me for a cigarette when I’m sad. Alex wins all the awards.
Damn right. I have more chocolate than I know what to do with.
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In Baker Street, sun spills in as of yore.
New tech and crimes abound; but honored names
Have donned young faces and come back to war —
As has the deadliest foe in their old games.
Yet this new morning’s seen the pair prevail.
One scans the papers and knocks back his tea:
His faithful blogger hunt-and-pecks their tale,
And each prepares for what is yet to be.
The clouds are drawing in now, Sherlock fears:
The Fall is coming, though John load his gun,
Though Sherlock plan his best. Yet past the years
Of pain, they’ll find their way back to this sun.
Till then, John helps his partner’s keen mind delve
In this place where it stays two thousand twelve…
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However, getting homework in just under the wire is definitely my division.
SO GOOD AT IT.
