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lacelynpage · 4 months
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Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎁
Merry Christmas!!!! I hope you have an amazing day!!! All the love Darling ❤️🎄
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lacelynpage · 9 months
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Hey, how have you been? We miss you 💕
Hello Darling!!! I’ve been vary good! I’ve done a lot of traveling over the summer which has been a lot of fun. How are you?
I miss you all too. I’m so sorry I don’t write as much. I think I’ve just fallen out of my fixation on Sherlock lol. I still adore them! I just hand find the inspiration to write about our lovely boys.
I am working of a new project though. I’ve been working on a book! Its still in its vary early stages, but I think it has a lot of promise.
Thank you so much for reaching out! I miss you dearly, I should really be more active lol. I hope you are having a great summer though!!!!
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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Doyle Canon: This is Dr. John Watson. He has managed to have multiple love affairs on three different continents. He is a love machine. A sex god, if you will. Able to woo multiple Victorian ladies.
80% of Sherlock Holmes Adaptations: This is Dr. John Watson. He looks like a hamster.
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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Okay, hear me out, I decided to play a bit with the Farbecolore web app. This app generates a colour pallete based on ANY WORDS you can come up with.
The first ever prompt I tried was:
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I'm fucking crying.
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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This is so cute
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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You fall asleep in an odd spot ~ Sherlock Preferences
A/N: HELLO DARLINGS!!!! I’m SO sorry its been so long. Life got really chaotic but I trying to find time to writ more. I have missed you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy what I cooked up for today. See you all again soon hopefully lol.
Sherlock: 
Being with Sherlock involves a lot of late nights. When you're on a case the two of you can easily stay out till the sun starts to spill over the horizon. Exhaustion is your nearly constant companion. So it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep on the cab ride back to Bakers street. After your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder he will gently intertwine your fingers. Running his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly. It is one of the few truly tender things he does, and it means the world to you.
John:
Sleep isn't always your best friend. Most nights your body would, rather cruelly, keep you awake. Force you to think about your whole life till you spiraled into anxiety. John understood that struggle and would often stay up with you, making tea and sitting with you. It led to some of the deepest and more honest conversations. However, your bodies were still both achingly tired in the morning. So when John came to pick you up on your lunch break for a date one day after a particularly long night. He wasn't surprised to find you sound asleep on your desk. With a gentle touch he woke you up, telling your coworkers you weren't feeling well. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cuddled up and fast asleep.
Mycroft:
Late hours were the norm in your house. Both of you commonly work odd schedules as contacts from around the world update you on various projects. On a bright Sunday morning Mycroft awoke to find you missing from the bed. Assuming you had simply gone to bed later and woken up early he walked down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was odd but not unfamiliar. You sat at the small breakfast table in the corner, head resting on the keyboard of your laptop. A few papers and a now very cold cup of coffee to your right. Gently, he woke you and ushered you into bed, calling Athena to cancel all morning meetings. The two of you needed some recovery time.
Greg:
It was cute really, well Greg thought it was cute at least, that you could never make it through a movie in the cinema. No matter how much you wanted to see the movie, every time you would drift off. Popcorn left to get cold in your lap as your head lulled back. While the end credits rolled he would nudge you awake with the most childish grin on his face, making you groan in frustration. He would always give you a summary on the car ride home, which you appreciated. 
Moriarty:
You were not one to let your guard down easily, Jim knew that. No matter how tired you were, sleeping in public wasn't an option. However, there was one exception, the plane to Dublin. Something about flying home relaxed you, made the worries and enemies slip from your mind. Softly you rest your head on Jim's shoulder and let sleep overtake you. He would work quietly, kissing your head whenever you stirred slightly to adjust. These plane rides were often the quietest moments in your life together, you both treasured them.
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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lacelynpage · 11 months
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Sherlock: You're staring.
Y/N: I'm just letting it sink in, you're really back.
Sherlock: You're as keen as an observer as ever, Y/N. Soon you'll deduce it's daytime and we're standing in the living room.
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lacelynpage · 11 months
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quick what is everyone doing right now
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lacelynpage · 11 months
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Welcome to Daniel Brühl's Fur Coat Cinematic Universe
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lacelynpage · 11 months
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Put your height in the tags
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lacelynpage · 1 year
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This website is still in 2015 and I am living for it.
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lacelynpage · 1 year
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lacelynpage · 1 year
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Gorgeous gorgeous girls think about Charles Xavier Jesus hair era all the time
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lacelynpage · 1 year
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Imagine Charles Xavier picking up when you’re high and having weird thoughts.
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Charles was trying not to look into your mind too much - only really doing a skim of his class to make sure that there wasn’t trouble, but such odd things kept popping out from you. Something like, ‘What if our eyeballs were in one socket and were always touching?’ and ‘Wolverine gave me a banana the other day, I wonder if that means that we’re best friends now.’ Alright, it was the seventies and weed was pretty prevalent, as long as it didn’t affect your powers or your coursework, he would overlook it but this was getting out of control. Everyone was was focused on his lecture while you kept on going off on these weird tangents.
He didn’t realize that he had paused for a moment, picking up you thinking about running through a meadow with Mr. Howlett, holding bananas. He was slightly slack-jawed, causing the other students to immediately break out into a whispering gossip, trying to figure out who he might be listening to.
‘It’s so weird that frogs don’t have teeth.’
Charles cleared his throat, suddenly coming to the realization that you were absolutely correct - frogs don’t have teeth and that was something that he had never thought about before. “Y/L/N, can you see me after class, please?” He asked aloud, and then continued on with his lecture, the other students looking over at you and your glazed eyes, cracking up.
Charles wanted to know where you got the stuff - and maybe if you’d be able to get him some too.
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lacelynpage · 1 year
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Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.
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