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I cried over John Watson because he's an idiot.

“i hugged john watson because he is adorable”

#painfully accurate #to my life

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“I don’t…” Sean just stayed quiet watching as Rio spoke. “I don’t do that…” He looked down, yes he got angry, but he’d never hurt innocent people. “Yes, I’ve gone to jail.” He sighed and pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them. As Rio continued Sean was getting worked up. But not in the angry way. He was just getting hurt, sad. “Sorry…” he stood, with a heavy sigh making his way to the door. "I’m going out… Just for a walk.”

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Sean looked into Rio’s eyes, he hadn’t been in a situation even remotely similar to this, “I just like to go out and get into small fights, I promise you that I won’t get into any big fights or do anything actually illegal.” Sean shrugged slightly, “I don’t know if boxing would be my thing, I enjoy street fights, the rapid, adrenaline fuelled, no rules… You just gotta mess up the other person.” Sean frowned slightly, he was a needlessly violent person but he couldn’t help it.

“I do trust you, I really do but… I don’t trust me.” He was undoubtedly conflicted, he did want to stay with Rio but Sean knows himself well, he’s no good. “I am still Jim’s biological son, I get angry, I get distant, I’m prone to outbursts. I don’t trust me to be good enough for you.” He sighed and ran his hands through Rio’s hair repeatedly. “it’s possible we’re not compatible but I do love you.” It was starting to hurt his head, Sean was starting to realise why Jim so hated emotions they are so damn difficult to control or understand.

“…”  The realization hit over him.

“So you’re attacking innocents… out of rage?  Is that it?”  That very much reminded him of Jim.  Except it wasn’t just for rage, it was for leisure as well.  He started to shake.

“…” 

“…”

“…”  It was silent for ten whole minutes as Rio suffered terrible memories, trying not to shake anymore.  He curled into a tiny ball.

“What’s telling you that you love me?  Cause… for me… It’s the feeling of needing to protect you and have you prosper healthfully… Beating up some guy on the street out of rage isn’t healthy… And actually, you can go to jail… for assault, but I’m guessing you dash off before the other person has a chance to get their phone out…”  His tone was disapproving and worried.

“Someone could easily track you down… bring more men to hold you down… steal your phone… and get you arrested out of revenge… Something… tells me you’ve been to jail before… Am I correct?”  God…

“But of course…that’s not going to happen to you!  Because you’re Mister Swift and Punch, you’ll NEVER get caught and-”  He stopped there… He didn’t want to go any further, knowing that he would get Sean angry.  He ended up standing up, backing into the wall corner, resuming his curling position, and then sobbing out of fear of Sean’s future.  None of his words could comfort him now.

#brokenlittlebrother #sorry #i was gone for a while cause of family stuff anywho #this got super angsty #damn

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Blow up my inbox.

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Child starters

"What did you learn today?"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"How old are you now?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Put it under your pillow for the Tooth Fairy."

"Because I said so!"

"As long as you're under my roof, you'll live by my rules"

"You're grounded"

"Don't you use that tone with me"

"Beds are not made for jumping on!"

"You'll understand when you're older"

"Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Bed time"

"Do you want a bedtime story?"

"Did you have a bad dream?"

"Where are your parents?"

"Are you being bullied?"

"Go to your room"

#Sean is but a kiddie anyway #but whatever #little still goin' to school still getting bullied Sean #awww #nooooo #he'd still be being called by his dead name #I cri

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Sean looked into Rio's eyes, he hadn't been in a situation even remotely similar to this, "I just like to go out and get into small fights, I promise you that I won't get into any big fights or do anything actually illegal." Sean shrugged slightly, "I don't know if boxing would be my thing, I enjoy street fights, the rapid, adrenaline fuelled, no rules... You just gotta mess up the other person." Sean frowned slightly, he was a needlessly violent person but he couldn't help it.

"I do trust you, I really do but... I don't trust me." He was undoubtedly conflicted, he did want to stay with Rio but Sean knows himself well, he's no good. "I am still Jim's biological son, I get angry, I get distant, I'm prone to outbursts. I don't trust me to be good enough for you." He sighed and ran his hands through Rio's hair repeatedly. "it's possible we're not compatible but I do love you." It was starting to hurt his head, Sean was starting to realise why Jim so hated emotions they are so damn difficult to control or understand.

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Sean shook his head slightly, “no, not drugs. Don’t worry.” 

“I promise to text everyday when I go out for long times.” He laughed softly, “I don’t know if professional boxing would work out. I haven’t any technique to my fighting.” He shrugged slightly.

“…”  He was silent for a moment.

“Then what is it?  You need to tell me, or I’ll never let out.”  That was supposed to be a joke, but it ended up not being one.

“Exactly!  You could learn, and then really go to defend yourself… But I need to have an idea of what you are doing… and where you are going… I could very easily have a panic attack, then a heart attack, and then die.  You know that right?”  He had such worry in his eyes.  He just wanted his son to be safe and sound, and not get himself hurt.

“Please realize that you’re most likely going to have to change your lifestyle a little if you want to be my son… I love you… but I need some love back.  Being my son doesn’t mean you can just crash at my place, eat my food, and then tag along to places I go… I have hopes for you… wishes for your future… and a very strong will to protect and care for you… If I’m going to be your father, I want to be your father.  Not your best friend.  But we can still have a close relationship… Do you… trust me?”

#Brokenlittlebrother

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Sean was focusing on his breathing, the pain far from bearable but also nothing he hadn't been through. "Talk to you? Don't you usually want me to shut up?" He laughed but it came out more of a pained hiss. Sean was known for is horribly timed humour but he could definitely put this on a list of worst times to joke. Sean was slightly entranced with watching Sebastian try and stich his wound and let out another forced laugh, "you can't sow for shit Seb."

"I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound, I'll be ok."

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“That is not just a flesh wound” Sebastian said as he tried to examine the wound “tell me who did this to you.”

#col-sebastian

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Sean shook his head slightly, "no, not drugs. Don't worry."

"I promise to text everyday when I go out for long times." He laughed softly, "I don't know if professional boxing would work out. I haven't any technique to my fighting." He shrugged slightly.

“What…trouble? Drugs? Fights?” He shook his head worried now. “Didn’t you learn not to fight when you broke your arm? You’re going to give your poor father a heart attack!” His heart was already pumping. “It’s alright if you explore…just text me how long you’re going to be gone… so I don’t think you’re killed… alright?” “I don’t think you’re a bad person Sean, I think you’re a teenager trying to find his way in the world. But if you really want to fight, I can get you into boxing if you want! That way you can learn professionally, AND punch the shit out of something!”

#brokenlittlebrother

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Sean shook his head, "No thanks, I'm fine." He had taken to swinging his legs slightly as he sat, even if the movement sent a warm pain through his side. He sat just quietly humming, arms crossed over his chest and swinging his legs.

Not alone anymore (Closed RP with amanandgoodatit)

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Sean smiled softly with a nod. "Yeah. A vacation sounds nice." He was holding Rio tight, kissing the top of his head between words. "Just a warning, sometimes I... Disappear for periods of time. I just like to go out exploring.. get into trouble and whatnot." He laughed softly, "obviously I stay in contact and will come home as soon as possible but, I just thought I should warn you." He shrugged slightly. Sean obviously liked Rio but... He didn't know if he was good for him. "You're a great person, I'm less so, it's as much of your decision as it is mine."

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Sean gave him a soft smile, and kissed him equally as soft. “At first I pushed you cause I was afraid. I’m always so afraid but, you change that. We are both messed up and no matter what you think you are a great Dad.” Sean was stumbling over his words slightly, not being very good at emotional talks. “And once you’re able to explain how love works, I’m all up to listen. It just happened. You’re kind, you know what it’s been like for me. What Jim’s like.” Sean was on the verge of tears himself at this point.

“Ok. Fuck it. Let’s do it.  If we turn out to be a screwed up family, you can shoot me in the head with a gun or something…”  He started to sob-laugh.

“Get one from your real father… See?  You’re going to have to put up with this bullshit… I love you Sean, I love you way too much.  If I kill myself, where will you go?  You are not going back to Jim… We should travel to the country side for a little…breathe in fresh air… I think we might need to move somewhere… I dunno if you’re okay with that… I would have to leave everything I know, and you would too…”  He blew his nose into a tissue. 

“Maybe just a vacation?”  He was still shaking.  He wasn’t going to think about the legal problems with Sean’s adoption the next day, he needed comfort now.

#brokenlittlebrother

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Handwriting Asks

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Send me a number and I’ll handwrite the answer for you!

1. write your URL 2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask 3. write your blog title 4. write the blog title of the person who sent the ask 5. your name 6. your birthday 7. where you live right now 8. where you were born 9. today’s date 10. current time 11. relationship status 12. the first 5 words that come to your mind 13. your number of followers 14. the number of blogs you’re following 15. the URLs of your tumblr crushes 16. draw your tumblr activity graph :) 17. describe the latest post on your dashboard 18. favorite band(s), musician(s) 19. favorite song(s) 20. favorite lyric(s) 21. favorite album(s) 22. favorite color(s) 23. celebrity crushes 24. favorite food 25. favorite beverage 26. favorite TV show(s) 27. favorite movie(s) 28. favorite actors or actresses 29. describe what you’re wearing right now 30. write something for the person who sent the ask 31. ships? 32. favorite season(s) 33. favorite ice cream flavor(s) 34. a place you wanna go on holiday 35. favorite number 36. favorite meme(s) 37. favorite animal(s) 38. favorite quote(s) 39. a random fact about yourself 40. write your name with your non-dominant hand 41. handwrite a message to your followers 42. something of your choice (specify in ask)

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I will always protect my muse.

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Who is the real drama queen?

Sherlock: Portrays Mary's face on a house he won, made John dress up like him and clambered out of a hospital window.

Lestrade: Called maximum back up, with at least three police cars, a helicopter and an ambulance, instead of just asking Sherlock, "What's wrong?"

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That wasn't friendly at all..

friendly reminder that john watson was probably a pallbearer at sherlock’s “funeral” and was probably in uniform, his left hand clenching around the handle every so often as he held his coffin friendly reminder that lestrade was probably also a pallbearer friendly reminder that john looked at the small group of people that amassed to remember sherlock holmes’s life and probably remembered with a pang that sherlock didn’t think he had friends friendly reminder that sally, anderson, and dimmock might have been there, in silent respect friendly reminder that mrs hudson would have said something at whatever service was held, and that lestrade probably had to hold her hand so she wouldn’t sob too much friendly reminder that, even though we didn’t see it, the funeral happened and was very real

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Sean nervously shuffled over to the chair band sat down. He was just looking around the room. He was actually in 221B! And he had been invited by Sherlock. And Sherlock is trans! Sean was finding it hard to contain his joy. He had just gone out looking for a good fight or crime scene, he never would have guessed any of this would happen. Sean relaxed into the chair, it was quite plush and very comfortable. He reverted to drumming his fingers on the arm if the chair as he waited.

Deducing? That’s easy (Closed)

Sean stopped a second, watching him go up the stairs before going after him. “Hold on, you mean… You’re trans? I mean, I thought you might be but pushed it away as wishful thinking on my behalf…” Sean laughed softly, holding the side of his arm but quickly dropping his embarrassment for joy as the got to the flat.

#definatlyaman-andgoodatit

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Sean rolled his eyes, "it's only my leg." He was trying to stay chirpy but he was loosing blood, and fast. He blinked a few times as he tried to keep his breathing steady. "But yes, good idea." Sean was getting a little light headed.

"I'm fine, it's just a flesh wound, I'll be ok."

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“That is not just a flesh wound” Sebastian said as he tried to examine the wound “tell me who did this to you.”

#col-sebastian #decisions are difficult #I mean #he does have a history of self harm so it ain't like impossible #or would that be a bit much #idk man #it's like almost midnight #i dunno anymore