that’s a lot of butter.
there are google eyes staring into your soul from every angle and you comment on the butter
to be fair it is a lot of butter
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I am so turned off to RPing anymore. I’m done. I won’t be doing it anymore.
I AM SOOOOOOO FUCKING tired of this SHIT!
RPers you have NO right to yell at anyone for their spelling or mistakes with online writing. This is meant to be for fun!!!! I FUCKING HATE people who call out my spelling or mistakes. I HAVE A DISABILITY. i’m not scared to say it. I’m ok with it but people who don’t think about others keep me from wanting to RP.
this was going so well then you fucking took the humanity away. I really do hope who ever you are that you consider this next time you RP.
Stranger: Sherlock, are you home? Is it ok if I come over? I know it’s late but…I just need to be somewhere else. He did it again. - JW (18)
You: I’m not home yet but will be soon. Had to finish up at the science lab. -SH
Stranger: Could I meet you half way? -JW
You: Yes that will work nicely -SH
Stranger: John slipped his phone in his pocket, pulling his coat in close to him, ignoring the burn in his ribs. He was dating the worst person in the world, each time, the beating getting worse. He slipped out of the house, hoping not to wake his sister. He started walking, letting the cold air bite at the cuts on his face. He walked for 20 minutes, stopping at the halfway point he and Sherlock often met at, a small cafe a few streets away from both their houses. He sat in a chair, and hunched his shoulders so no one walking by could see his battered form.
You: Sherlock pulled his coat tighter in the night air. The chemicals in the lab were not interesting to him anymore. The acid had burned a small red mark into his hand but he had stopped most of the bleeding. He went into the cafe and looked around for John, seeing him he sat down “how bad this time?”
Stranger: He lifted his head, showing Sherlock a bit of the damage. The black eye, the split lip, the scratches. Sherlock was always the one he went to when it happened, even if John noticed that he grew more annoyed at him each time.
You: Sherlock was getting annoyed but not truly at John. more of the fact he would all ways go back to the person who hurt him. “John this is worse than last time”
Stranger: “It’s been worse though” He shrugged. “I keep fucking up” He laughed nervously. This time, it had been the fact that he had gone out for a drink with his friend, Mike, not inviting his boyfriend to go.
You: “John nothing you do can give him any reason to hurt you” Sherlock looked at him eye to eye “no one should have this much control of another person, i have read about love and this is nothing mean the true meaning of ‘loving’ someone”
Stranger: “What do you know about love, Sherlock” He sighed, he didn’t mean to snap. “Books don’t tell you everything”
You: Sherlock was a bit hurt by that “Your right I know nothing about love” he shut up a bit
Stranger: “I don’t know what to do” He said, letting his head fall to the table
You: Sherlock had told John time and time again to leave his boyfriend but he never did “You know what i have to say on the matter” he paused “but this time i have a condition, if you don’t take my advise this time…i no longer wish to be the one you talk to after you get hurt”
Stranger: He paused, his heart throbbed painfully against his ribs. “Do you mean that?”
You: “I don’t want to see a person I call a friend to /keep/ getting hurt like this. John it will only get worse” He looked at John “so yes I do mean it”
Stranger: He knew that he held Sherlock in higher regards, but he was scared of his boyfriend. “Sherlock..how do I do that? How do I leave”
You: “First don’t try to talk to him alone. He will only hurt you worse” Sherlock knew this would be hard “you can stay with me too, if you think he will follow you home”
Stranger: “Do you know how bad that looks to him? Me breaking up with him, and then spending the night at your house?” He chuckled nervously, pressing on the bruised flesh under his eye.
You: Sherlock shrugged “no one would be able to assume that you have any feelings for me. I am not capable of ‘feeling’ as i have heard. so there is no need for worry”
Stranger: He didn’t say anything then, swallowing a sense of rejection that shouldn’t have been there. “How do I break up with him with someone else there? He always wants to be alone”
You: “maybe you should just stop seeing him. there is no reason someone like him needs to be given the care of breaking up with.”
Stranger: “He’s expecting me back at his house in an hour” He said desperately. He waved a hand to his face “After this happened, I told him I needed to go home and check on Harry, he told me to be back there in an hour.”
You: “don’t go”
Stranger: “It’s not that simple” he spat “God, Sherlock. Do you need to read a book on abusive relationships?
You: Sherlock stood “I don’t need to read one, I’m not a persons personal punching bag. You needed advise I gave it the simplest way you could understand” He turned to leave
Stranger: “Sherlock please don’t go” He said, voice laced with the threat of tears.
You: “I will not stay to be yelled at for advise that was asked for” he turned back to John “it’s clear that you truly don’t want to leave him”
Stranger: “I’m scared of him, Sherlock.” He said, lowering his voice to a whisper, knowing the few people in the cafe were looking at them.
You: “being scared of him gives him that control over you” Sherlock sat and pulled his chair closer to john so he could talk quieter
Stranger: “I know, don’t you think I know that. Sherlock, do you ever feel fear?” He said “The kind of fear that makes the ability to move, to think, disappear?”
You: Sherlock looked away, yes he had the time John came to him and was hurt worse than this. “Yes but your not alone”
Stranger: YOU’RE and YOUR PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY, LEARN TO USE THEM.
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I screamed my fandragon lungs out when I saw this. It was so shrill that even a dog wouldn’t have heard it. This is “Superfamily Emblem,” a design for T-shirts, Hoodies, Stickers and Kids Clothes that I found on Redbubble.
And you know? I don’t give a shit that the hoodie is nearly $60, or the shirt is $27. I will have this. I will just have it.
If inconvenient, reblog anyway.
Could be dangerous
I bet you’ve seen a lot of reblogs. Too many for one lifetime.
Yes far too many.
Want to see some more?
Oh god yes!
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Sherlock filming starts next month
Soon Tumblr shall be ours…
… I’m frightened.
I’m in the SPN fandom and THIS FRIGHTENS ME.
The Doctor Who Fandom is scared as well…
I find this hilarious cause I’m in all these fandoms
Members of all three of these fandoms:
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