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[ryahlii]

I’m crying look at this cute fekkin spagett monster like—spinnnyyy spinn spin terrifying steven for the win!

#spinel #stevenuniverse #su #suf #stevenuniversefuture

[ryahlii]

sometimes i forget that i exist to other people like— you see me? you have thoughts on me? i’m not just some little blob that only exists in my mind?? Truly a concept.

#textpost #what #idk #why i am so #stupid #fuck

[ryahlii]

Who says I’ve stopped?

why have we stopped wearing cloaks and capes. this is ridiculous. the human race is a failure

[ryahlii]

I made a meme and I hate myself

#su memes #su meme #steven universe #pearl #strong in the real way #steven #steven universe future #suf meme #memes

[ryahlii]

The Hound of Baker Street

Part 1/? from ryahlii on achive of our own

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John Watson got a therapy dog for Sherlock. In secret.

A secret dog.

A secret fucking therapy dog.

Standing in front of the apartment’s chipping door, John is clenching the leash and a shiny plastic bag trailing a crinkly reciept, his fingers slick with sweat and his heart beating fast, too fast. It’s like a little hummingbird trapped in the cage of his ribs and as he winds the ridged fabric around and around his palm, he hesitates. Doubt is like a spider creeping up the nape of his neck and his thoughts are suddening a thousand tiny bugs buzzing pinging inside his skull.

What if he doesn’t like dogs? Why didn’t he ask? Oh god, he should’ve asked!

You’ve reached a new kind of idiocy, John. A bloody new kind of stupid.

Because this— This was stupid. He crosses his arms over his body in a sort of self-hug, feeling the contents of the bag knock together in a little chime of discomfort. Goddammit, it's too late to go back now. And looking at the floppy brown dog standing next to him, he's not even sure he wants to.

Open the door for Christ sakes. Explain yourself!

John pushes the door, watching as it swings open to reveal the room, empty save for the remnants of some sort experiment that had been left to stew in the compacted kitchen. The smell wafts over like some sort of unwelcome moth, and he groans, running a hand through his hair.

“Utter cock.”

Sherlock’s not even there.

The dog looks at him, tail wagging hopefully and he pats the top of its fuzzy head, trying to calm his exasperation. Of course, he’s not here. Why did he think he’d even be here? Now he had to wait there for who-knows-how-long, with the horrible anticipation festering in his gut as Sherlock pranced around in who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what. Maybe that's a little unfair, but John isn't really feeling fair anyway.

“Mrs. Hudson?”, He calls down the stairs.

There’s a beat and he had just begun to suspect that she wasn’t home either but then a delicate tinkle sounds from the kitchen. Startled, his heart jumps into his throat and he rushes in, the dog padding alongside him. In the messy room, he finds Mrs. Hudson standing over a broken teacup, dismay painted over her face, her hand poised in astonishment. She takes several steps, backing into the overwhelmed cupboards before meeting John’s eyes. She smiles, looking sheepish.

“Oh, hello dear.”

“What…” He looks at her, nonplussed. “What are you doing in our kitchen?”

“Ah well, Sherlock just left. You know how he is, always dashing about! But he was in a bit of a state—” , She ignores John’s expression and rambles on. “So I decided to just pop on in and have a look, see if he was back up on his habits, you know.”

“Christ. Did you find anything?”

“Couple of needles, but it wasn’t much. I reckon he just got bored again. I was going to fix him a cuppa, for when he gets back but…” She trails off and looks at the porcelain shards scattered on the floor. A severed finger is just visible, peeking out from the white powder. “There was already something in it.”

John frowns, worry creasing his brow. He wanted to go out to find Sherlock and make sure he was alright. Despite the lack of drugs in the kitchen, there were sure to be more stashed away in the crevices of the apartment. Once he had found a syringe, already fitted with its sharp counterpart, tucked away in the folds of the couch. He had nearly sat on it.

However, a small sense of reason tugged on his sleeve. If Sherlock was, in fact, far gone to the junky limbo of morphine or cocaine, Mycroft would have been sure to tell him, already immersed by shiny screens and fingers tap-tap-tapping at keys. Sherlock had been getting better, too. Slowly, painstakingly, and littered manic highs and lows, he had actually begun to try.

Sighing John ran a tired hand over his eyes. He gestured meekly towards the shattered pieces and sighs. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up.”

His cell phone pings.

John jams his hand into his pocket so fast that a thread pops loose, hooking under his nail. Shaking it free, he opens the message, hoping for news about Sherlock. The message fills his screen but brings forth nothing but disappointment in the tense room.

Hospital. Emergency, come now.

“Oh no, no, no. Bugger off will you?”, John yanks his coat off a chair, mumbling. “I am so so sorry, Mrs. Hudson. Can you watch the dog till I get back?”

He hardly notices as she twitches slightly, giving a stiff nod that seemed to tell the opposite of what a nod should, instead hiding the fact that she would much rather leave the dog to its own doings, in the upstairs flat. John thrusts the leash into her hands and hastens for the door, apologetically. Nodding at the dirty finger of which the dog was looking a little too keen on, he shudders. “You don’t have to clean that. Just keep the dog away from it.”

“Bye, now!”

*****

Read more on ao3! My username is ryahlii

and please please if you do read it, I live for those kudos. Also I’m open for requests! xxx

#sherlock #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock fanfic #sherlock angst #sherlock and watson #sherlock and mycroft #sherlock and john #greg lestrade #sally donovan #sherlock textpost #sherlocked #archive of our own #sherlock prompts #sherlock's dog #bloodhound

[ryahlii]

Here it is. Also don’t judge mee this is like my second fanfic

#sherlock #fan fiction #headcanon #Sherlocked #sherlock fanfiction #John Watson #Jim Moriarty

[ryahlii]

Here it is. Also don’t judge mee this is like my second fanfic

[ryahlii]

@ravenmorganleigh I’m definitely writing a fanfic for this holy shit

#sherlock #sadsherlock #john and sherlock #sherlock and john #sherlock text post #sherlock fanfic #the lying detective

[ryahlii]

some people are just so greedy that their spirit animal is a human tbh 

#text post #meme #text #people #idek #textpost #people suck

[ryahlii]

THIS. and the fact that they call the bedroom in 221B THE bedroom. Not his bedroom. Not the bedroomS. THE fucking bedroom.

A list of pro tips to Mofftiss if they don’t want Johnlock to be canon

make it clear from the first episode that they are both straight

tell martin freeman to stop licking his lips and checking out ben every five seconds

basically any of martin’s acting choices lbr

and don’t forget ben’s acting

stop having him make that handjob pose in promo shots

burn the unaired pilot, every single second of it is radioactively incriminating

don’t have a beautiful shot of them holding hands while running together, the two of them against the rest of the world

don’t have the groom and best man wear the same suits like with a gay wedding

don’t center the groom and best man in the center of the reception

major sholto ex-commander

the entirety of the best man speech

show the actual straight wedding

show anything at all related to affection between John and Mary

literally everything in the stag night

including filming in a gay nightclub

with topless men surrounding sherlock

while they both drink out of phalic-shaped test tubes

maybe dumping john’s hair in hair product wasn’t the best idea

try not writing mary as a villain who almost murderers the title character

or, ya know, find any of 100+ ways to write her as a complicated but still loving character

basically don’t put sherlock and john in the same shot together. it is a scientific law that once you put those two in the same breathing space they will exude gay vibes

the bi-coloured background lighting behind john was a bit much

rainbows flying around sherlock’s head??

while showing off da vinci’s perfect man with john’s head pasted on

moustache burn

“i like my doctors clean-shaven”

military kink!!

i haven’t even touched TAB

yeah, probably shouldn’t have made TAB

honestly wtf did you expect after 90 minutes of watching a gay coke dream with multiple dick jokes and softé sherlock and smoking hot badass victorian john 

oh god i forgot about the flashlight-in-the-mouth

and entire-box-of-cigarettes-in-mouth

and tyre lever 

i’m not gonna touch The Fall, it was gorgeous writing and also extremely sad and gay

john. just… john in general. 

everything sherlock has ever done.

“i’m there if you want it”

“he’s always like that” “he does all that anyway”

1895

Honestly Mofftiss… if you are trying to tell a story about two platonic friends you are failing miserably. Join our side and have some fun admitting to one of the greatest love stories of all time, that deserves being proud of and shouting from the rooftops!

[ryahlii]

anyone whos parents set screen time on their phone or set computers wifi to turn off at a certain time, if u see this i have small hacks 

#helping #textpost #nice #computers #phones #parents #hacks

[ryahlii]

𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤

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@cheezbot @celestialwingsx @originalguitardeathcorefarm

#thanks #i guess #hear me out #shoutout #text post #shit post

[ryahlii]

i try to be productive and integrate into society but i always wind up slithering in the street trying to kiss a decent person

#text post #shitpost #oof #lol

[ryahlii]

i just want human interaction, please tumblr

#textpost #shitpost #follow #me #please #im lonely

[ryahlii]

performance art in which i release the plague

#shitpost #textpost #funny #art

[ryahlii]

I can’t tell whether those are footsteps or my heart beating

#shitpost #shitposting #emojis #random

[ryahlii]

so we can open it, write our name in it, and never use it again fsh

why does textbook cost 100 dollar

#textbooks #school #textpost #lol #sad