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whatifdog · 2 months

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Realized something on the way to the event yesterday.

I was doing my normal pre-social activity song and dance. Should I go. Should I not go. Will people hate me. Am I disappointing someone. Am I supposed to push through. What if I have fun. What if I am missing out on Life. What about the promise I made to myself about never forcing myself to go anywhere. Do I want to go, even. Do I want to want to go or is it I think I should want to want to go.

Usually this stresses me out enough to get half ready and flake but then feel anxy all evening.

But if dog… the thing to do would be. Just drop my piece off and leave. Because making the piece was already a push for me. End on a high note. And if I want to work on social events, I should make that decision and pick an event to match. And if I’m only able to get ready and not go well that’s fine now I look cute. Celebrate it enough that it gives the encouragement to next time maybe get a little closer.

I felt free tbh

I know discovering the cause doesn’t necessarily equal ‘cure’ but it does give context so I’m wondering what baked this anxiety into me. Or maybe it’s paint layers idk. Was it parents pushing me to ‘make friends’? Or ex husband complaining all the time? Or is it the type of event even. They’re normally work associated. I’m not so sure now that I’m ME at work. Somehow the fake it till you make it meant I made it as a faker and now my cover can be blown. Design was either an amazing career choice or an absolutely terrible one for someone with a tendency to fawn, ppl pls, & mask

Idk why it’s so hard to talk to people about this but so easy to blog

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persona-hell · 3 years

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"even if no one's interested I'm going to do it anyway"? how would that work tho. not hate actually curious how you'd run a blog without anyone following it

You see. I did it with this blog.

I'm gonna be drawing anyway even without a blog I just figure I might as well channel that somewhere. If someone else follows me then that's just a bonus.

In the first while when not many people were following me/sending me asks I just. y'know. sent myself asks and it encouraged other people to do so as well.

I mean hell I did it like 2 months ago last. No one else knows which asks I sent and who cares? It lets me draw more and attracts other people here and now I get a pretty regular flow of asks. so even if no one is interested I'm Gonna Do It Anyway.

#muntalk #ask #anon #lmao I mean for all everyone else except you knows I sent this ask to myself #obviously I didn't and whoever sent this ask knows who they are but yeah #fake it till you make it that's how I got Faker's ex-blog to like 100 followers and it's how I've gotten to 60 followers so far on this one

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sntaeyi · 2 years

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oop i think i'm late to the party but hi everyone! im eun and this is HWANG TAEYI (26, ‘the yaup’), newly licensed pharmacist and professional faker! aka fallen prince of a short-lived empire that left him bitter and obsessive over what used to be. you can find his stats here and his bio here! i’ll also leave some headcanons under the cut. you can give this post a like to plot and/or slip into my ims! i also have discord so just lmk if you’d prefer that option :’)

HWANG TAEYI, 26, ONLINE STAR, REAL-LIFE LOSER.

the hwangs used to be conglomerate giants in contemporary pharmaceuticals and medical research — until they weren’t. they were quote-unquote “saved” by ryong holding’s, which bought out the quickly dying business and made it a subsidiary. his parents are pretty much satisfied with their quiet lives. taeyi, on the other hand, is not.

because the company went under when he was in the army, taeyi never got the closure that he needed to recover. the move down from the top 1% to upper working class felt catastrophic (esp since his two best friends are still loaded and honestly, it’s embarrassing that he can’t keep up).

as such, here we are now, with taeyi literally faking it till he makes it! rented designer clothing, fake accessories, old cars that take up too much gas to drive, and crushing bills to pay, all for a couple hundred thousand followers on the gram.

okay, in all seriousness, it’s not just about the likes. he’s a complete and total con, posing as the guy from his past. who he used to be. he’s twenty-six, grown up, and still not over an old reflection. mostly because no one ever taught him how to be someone else or how to fill that sudden emptiness.

so it’s no surprise that he’s always a little (a lot) bitter, uninhibited, and selfish. taeyi has ambition that’s too much for his money to follow. he’s a sweet and often charismatic kid who has a wickedly persuasive tongue and is perceptive to a t who feels as if he’s been robbed of all the right resources. no wonder he’s always in a knot.

doesn’t help that choi yong banned him, either! taeyi is going to do everything possible in his power to haul his ass to that event (whatever it is, whatever it takes) bc that’s the closest he’s ever going to get at a chance for retaking his old life and getting himself out of debt hellhole.

for a guy who exudes confidence online, he has pretty low self-esteem hidden under layers of pretend. also has the opposite of commitment issues: gets way too attached. often why he doesn’t try to let anyone in in the first place bc he’s afraid of it all going to shit and being left to pick up the pieces. also doesn’t help that his coping mechanism is just more shopping and ends up exacerbating the whole ‘i’m a con!’ cycle.

+ recently acquired his pharmacist license, which is how he tries to pay for everything! it all seems golden, with his parents having enough savings to let him have his own little shop, except the income barely covers half of what he spends. the other half? if you say the right things, know him well enough, taeyi will supply you, no questions asked. he keeps one hand in the black market and one out of it and he likes to keep it that way.

sometimes he’ll take part-time modeling jobs, but doesn’t try to get too deep into it bc 1) too easy to get caught with all his fake shit and 2) doesn’t want to make the impression that he needs that kind of money. also bc friends of his ten-years-younger sister fawn over him and that’s just weird.

some quick plot ideas! (+ i’m more of a brainstorming/headcanon-ing person but just to get us started!)

broadly speaking, def some people from his past that knew him before all of this shit went down! could be friends, could be ex-friends, could be rivals, enemies. maybe you’re one of those people who look at him with fake sympathy. maybe you don’t care. maybe you’re secretly glad about the hwang’s demise. anything!

and some specifics! i’d love to have maybe someone in his life that tries to help him out aka get over what happened to his family but he keeps pushing away bc 1) again, scared that it’ll all go to shit, and 2) also scared of showing vulnerability. but god knows he needs the help and he needs you

exes, one-sided crushes, give me all the angst! a few ideas: an ex that left him after his social demotion, which left him super scarred (+ most likely why he can get so mopey and clingy now); someone who used to like him a lot in hs or college and he totally rejected but is now interested in you and now he’s just like, well, fuck my life; his first same-sex romantic experience that finally made him think and admit wait, am i bi????; that one ex that has become an old habit and even though you have little to no feelings for him, he keeps coming back to you and you let him bc idk maybe you’re bored or you just like having him in the palm of your hand; the list goes on and on!

he’s not really the type to do fwbs bc again, will get attached, but maybe he tried it out once and it backfired and he learned that lesson from you

maybe one or two people suspicious of his activity?? maybe they see him doing something, maybe they’re neighbors and they realize shit, he’s never really home, maybe they blackmail him, maybe they like to buy him things, et cetera

maybe you’re a fan of him and follow him on social media and everything and you’re keen on helping him getting into yong’s favor and onto that party list

clients for his side job as a supplier! you see him regularly and at a high price, taeyi keeps his mouth shut about your... unhealthy habits bc boy got bills to pay

#sn intro #—TAEYI .. CONVO ?#this got way too long #and this was me trying to be less smh #im so happy to be here!!

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shabba-zams · 4 years

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INSPIRED BY ELAINE

I think it's time, we confronted the situation in front of us

And I think it's time we talk it out and forget all the fuss

And it is not me.. There just isn't an us no more like Bible class

Our time is up, like sand falling thru an hour glass, in an hour class

You always say you have no clue but surely eNCA, know more

You mad at me, the silent treatment and you call it normal

You're bad for me, I was ur biggest fan - u such a baddie

You're bad to me, I'm your only fan, love it when u call me daddy

I'm sad for you, you hid your "Onlyfans" from me, you dirty

I'm thirsty, right now you looking all sexy, girly, flirty, all nerdy

You're needy, greedy, full of pity, always eating, mouth fully meaty, too demanding, nasty lazy, bitch u crazy

I'm giving, forgiving, plain loving, still thirsty but dripping in sauce

You're tripping, I flick my wrist then flick the bean (BDSM)

You're dribbing, my dick be crippling

You be stroking my penis, asking what my pin is

Bust a nut, wipe a continent from your chest

Yeah, that's what pain is

And then I knew you're not the One

Coz you were never the only one

I don't give out many chances, you get just the one

Party on campus, ur too antisocial, never my plus one

Plus size model, thick mama, BBW, voloptuous, ur curvatious

Luv ur onion booty, it makes me cry & it's more than 1 layer

Yeah im full of games, bstill no player

Dinner for 2, right b4 I eat u up, say my prayer

Bad dream, devils hour, I wake, u staring like, Heya! That's creepy

Okay lemme be real with u, it ain't your fault

I just couldn't be real around you, I couldn't be myself

I was losing myself tryinna please U

My face was your chair, no please U.. I can't breathe

I need air, u don't care, I pull ur hair, that's not fair

Face clean, no make up, take teddy bear, then make up sex

We're role playing, you're now Claire, Blair or Nonhle

Shared my, heart and love with u

I ain't mad at u, we don't c I2I

U & I was both invested, we tested

All that loud in the air, sippin wine we wasted

Danced all night then rested

My place or yours instead

Always kept you interested, kept me well fed

It's lessons learned not time wasted

Why you making me choose between you & the booze

I know you hate how I'm hung like a moose

Getting your creative juices flowing, like your muse

Misuse my tongue, amuse ur lower lips, abuse your sleep

Team nocturnal, feeling your intestine with my external

Loving you all night and day, feels eternal

I'm sorry but I'm not ready for anal

But that pussy imma turn into a canal

You dislike my love/hate relationship with social media

I bring a home cooked meal but all you do is take away

I mean it's healthier and bonus it makes financial sense

Lemme keep my 2 cents, common sense ain't common

That's nonsense, why you so tense? We don't make sense

I still sense your anger from when I tried to fvck ur friend

Then my close friend who's my best friends girlfriend

Yeah, I fvcked up, I own up, let's roll up

That's not tea in my cup, let's go up

Talk at the roof top, "nigga just grow up"

You're yelling, screaming, bout to blow up

I'm cocky, saying shit like I was your glow up

"Hol'up, nigga please just shut the fvck up

You always say you coming but never show up"

"You're right, I'm sorry I left you sick to go drink

I felt like I was drowning until my sorrows' lungs were filled with H2O

Made it up 2 u tho, made you cum 6 times..no? 7 I think, who's counting

You a liability, I'm an asset... I mean it's just accounting

You lack reliability, for your mistakes ur never accounting

You hate my ability to feel everything and still be wholesome

Coz you just wanna feel good all the time

But my feelings be fluctuating, I just won't be faking

Stop tolerating the neglect Im getting

Get liquid with it

Happiness is the yin and sadness is the yang

Sometimes I drink gin, only when I'm with my gang

There's a burn hole on my jean, maybe a ciggie, or dank

But now I get bank, I want no skank that smoke skunk

Has that sank? Yeah I know, I'm a think tank, tick

Talk all you want, but keep it short like tik-tok

Tic toc, times up, take tsek.. tic tac 4 your bad breath

2 these beats I bring death, yeah I take life, no bring back

Break dance & break back, ahead of you like 3 laps

Brick dance coz my money grows while I nap nap

Hahaha gimme 3 claps coz my puns still slap

I'm real black, I'm bout to snap at all this crap

These niggaz decided to call rap

Lame rappers, listen up, sit down and don't talk back

Don't turn no other cheek, clap back or get ur wolf pack

Crack back, don't fight niggaz that look lyk they fap-fap

Or smoke crack crack, with eyes doing a criss cross

Came across many rappers that steal rap lines or rap names like Rick Ross to get their point across

Gamble with your life & hit crap

Lost your wife on my Whatsapp, there's that!

She pole dance in my DM's, she excels

She got a flat tummy till she exhales, but sex sells

She call me Haploid, like sex cells

She's cold like may weather, F Lloyd!

I'm a Record breaker, planet shaker, Constant risk taker

Ask the chain breaker how I stay shining

He'll answer, I stay grinding, on God!

I'm not a smile faker, just a soul snatcher in the fast lane

Wubba lubba dub dub, Rick and Morty

Life and death drive, ask Freud or Boyd

Leading a wild life like Varty, bitter sweet like chutney

I'm bored, so we party in my bed, my bad, honey!

Ass-ass-ass, she clap ass 3 times before 4(play)

Nurse-nurse-nurse, I slap ass tats when we role playin

Looking all photogenic, oops a nip slip on tape

Phat ass on my iOS, like real life

Ass flat on android, that's what they look like

No steroids, my dick big don't nje just

She look at my shoe size and run away at 1st chance

I'm an asteroid not space dust, she came fast

Then I came too, at last, she said out loud

I'm heartless at first glance, til I made her soul dance

Think fast, mouth 2 mouth ur low lips, I'm a medic

Nudes is explicit, is you a nymph or manic?

Nymphomaniac please don't panic

Your style so sick, bout to start a pandemic

We'll playback with your jeans off, relay... ground rules

No replay or pause only gonna press play once

No safewords, whatever works works, word!

Girl you a baddie, and a Pedi, go spoil yourself

Get a mani &a pedi

Dick in mouth, still out spoken, can't put words in mouth

U said I'm a keeper

Silver spoon in her mouth but I still feed her

Feel her up then fill her up, I eat her up

I feed her jollof right before I pipe her, I like her

Never gonna wife her, don't really love her

She's rude like something' crawled up her...

Foul mouth like up yours!

I know around your feelings I should tip toe

It's unfortunate coz I don't tip Joe's (askies jo)

Like excuse me waiter where should I dip those fries, french

Kiss hoes toes, mxwa, Zulu man with a foot fetish, tip toe

Articulate the truth, use tactics lyk rotten tomatoes on bad movies

I'm not perfect, I pose a threat even if a picture's moving

I'm booming, you're blooming... I'm nice nice, ur gloomy

I'm grooming u, like your cult leader

Avid reader, your soul feeder, I'm no people pleaser

I need a lady thats rooted in love and still rooting for me

Unconditional love lyk the kind that died on the cross 4 me

Is that you? No? Then miss me Miss, think I'm gonn miss ya!

Coz now it's

A goodbye to you, I'm thru witchu, it's true I confess

Wish you nothing but the best

Somebody to love you, put you first for the rest of

All the days to come, to you I

Remain a good friend, no benefits just perks

Straight facts, ex lover with strange quirks... You

Are

The

One... Who will be the godmother to my heir

So if I die, you'll raise HIM or raise HER

Erase Her memory of me if it's too painful to hold on to

Make sure he's playful, careful and joyful too

U'll be a good mom, ur delightful unlyk most step mothers

You're a good teacher that's patient but always on time

You'll know what to do if ever my daughter runs late

Scratch that, you'll be a great mother, that's fate

Becoz you're a leader, not deceitful like some bad fathers

#IWriteWhatILike #poetry #dead poets society #poets on tumblr

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dakotafvller · 5 years

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here’s me.... swinging onto the dash w my third char... somebody stop her... she’s out of control...... she lost her mind post apple store appointment....

☁☼☁( ****. sydney sweeney. cisfemale. twenty-one. ) welcome back to your summer paradise, DAKOTA FULLER we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how AUDACIOUS you are, even if you can be a bit DRAMATIC at times. we hear back home they call you the FIREWORK, makes sense considering you remind everyone of BUBBLEGUM AND TEQUILA SHOOTERS HIDDEN IN YOUR MINI LOUIS VUITTON PURSE, DANCING ON THE TABLE AT THE PARTY, HEART SUNGLASSES AT BRUNCH, AND SHARING A JOINT WHILE SITTING ON A BOY’S LAP. [fiona/19/pst/she/her] ☁☼☁

u know the drill.... i’m lazy at this point so.. finger guns

yipee so homegirl right here.... was raised in a small house on the outskirts of the city with just her mom. her dad left them both when she was around 6

she remembers crying and crying and crying when her dad left them because she couldn’t understand why they weren’t enough to make him stay

she ended up moving to an even smaller apartment in the city with her mom, who wanted to return back to her dreams of being a big broadway star and commercial queen that she had before being married n dropping em for ‘love’

despite how small the apartment was her mom had random men coming in and out of it in the wee hours of the night, lost inspiration to pursue her dreams, and started drinking way too much

her mom was messing around a lot n dakota got acquainted w sex at a pretty early age

she kind of neglected her daughter.. lost the desire for family things n the structure of a household after her father left them... she drunkenly told a 7 year old kota “if he doesn’t give a shit why should i?” lmfao so from that point on dakota took it upon herself to raise herself

she grew up pretty fast! eventually realized the power of the female body n sex and used it to her advantage.. got slut shamed a lot when she was younger and hated it

got into drinking and drugs, eventually met someone at her school who took her to a party in the city and she got used to the night life there a lot at a very young age.. she became fascinated w the city and the lights and the night and how it was all very, very different from her upbringing and gave her an escape

she got scouted by this guy at 18 who told her she had the potential to be a big time model, she had the face and look etc, had her have a photoshoot in some loft where it ended up being a lot more of him just wanting her to get less and less clothed. so she ended up letting him take nude photos of her. didn’t think much of it until she ubered home. she cried the whole ride and felt gross and the guy told her he’d leak the photos if she ever said a word.

eventually she actually did model! she did campaigns and more commercials while in school studying, eventually dropped out of college and moved in with a very fortunate friend who loaned her money and got her started and her name out there

her friend had the lifestyle she wanted.. money, boys, drugs, popularity.. so she associated herself with it so much that eventually she was providing for herself off of modeling gigs she got and commercials she booked

so..... in a way she’s kinda faking it till she makes it and even tho she wants this lifestyle... it kinda never was her and one of her past flings even told her to her face that she was a faker and a nobody skdskdkla

she’s... literally never had a good relationship w boys ever and kind of lets them use her? especially when she was young bc she was a sad lil thing

she’s big on the party scene n idolizes paris hilton and the simple life skdkaldaskd.... she’s an attention seeker and a loud mouth but she’s fun and messy and likes drugs and alcohol and bad decisions

wanted connections: fwb!!!!! past hookups!!! current hookups!!! friendships that fell out, childhood friends, enemies, exes??? anything messy? someone she fucked over? someone she had a thing w and cheated on or led them on??? pls give me drama and angst lmao

#palms:intro #me: posts this when everyone is probably asleep <3

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abumblebeeat221b · 7 years

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Why Mary Should Have Lived.

Okay. First off. Sorry for the mini-hiauts. I know I should have written a bunch of metas by now, and I *was* going to. But then series 4 happened. John emotionally cheating on his wife happened. Mary’s death happened. John beating Sherlock up happened. Euros happened. And I noped out.

Or I would have if this had been the fan fic it felt like.

Basically, I spent the past 3 months searching for the little ‘x’ in the corner.

Did I find it? Is that why I’m back?

Not quite.

For the record, I did try to finish a few things during the past 3 months, but every time I went beyond the safe shores of the first paragraphs, no matter what originally my post was going to be about, it ended up being a collection of reasons why Mary should not have died. Why the general idea behind The Lying Detective is genius, but I’m not sure what Mofftiss were thinking when they sat down to write it. How on earth they wrote The Final Problem and thought it was a good idea. Or generally, why odds are the real Moffat and Mark Gatiss got abducted by aliens after writing The Abominable Bride.

And I realised to break that slightly self-destructing pattern, I need to sit down and explore that monster of a post that is begging for my attention. So, here it is. A short, comprehensive guide to why killing Mary off was the worst creative decision in Moffat and Mark Gatiss lives (and no, this post is NOT contradicting the message behind ‘The Final Problem does not deserve this’. I still believe writers are allowed to write whatever they need to to get *their* story out there. I’m allowed not to like everything about the end result. I’m not allowed to try and ruin their careers or attack them as a person).

All right. Let’s talk Sherlock series 4. Let’s talk Mary.

I came into the Sherlock fandom as someone who used to bingewatch NCIS. And as much as Gibbs and his pre-Bishop teams will always have a place in my heart (no idea what the show is like now) something I have always loathed about it was the lack of women. Everyone and their aunt uncle and their dog had a dead mum. Seriously. How difficult can it be to add a few not obviously sexy female characters to a show?

So, when they aired A Study in Pink, I was over the moon that we had Mrs Hudson. We got Sally who did not have to cater to anyone’s opinions. And that they did not turn Molly into some bone saw swinging eye candy. And no dead mums as far as my eyes could see (apart from the sadly deceased murder victim, of course, but even she got to play her clever part and her death was not used to highlight some man pain). Who’d have thought something like that was even possible. On a crime show.

An episode later John’s new girlfriend did not have to sacrifice herself for the sake of the plot.

We met Irene Adler who was allowed to trick the genius hero of the show and live.

Even The Reichenbach Fall did not feature any overtly tragic deaths of female characters.

Well. And then they gave us Mary and said they’d like to issue a correction: Doyle did not mention Mary would die in the original. And I think it was that moment that I really, head-over-heels fell in love with this stupid show and pledged everlasting loyalty to it.

Of course, the obvious next step from there was that in the first episode of the next season Mofftiss killed her off.

See my issue? No? Good. You don’t need to.

During the last hiauts Mofftiss kept saying that actions come with consequences. And apparently, they thought they were referring to how they shouldn’t have married John off. They thought they were stuck with the problem of having an overtly skilled ex-super-spy who’d always have John and Sherlock’s back.

*Oh no, how could they ever rise the stakes again and write a good story?*

They tried to reset the show, they let Mary sacrifice herself for her best friend.

You asked for consequences? Here, have some consequences, because where does that leave them? What did they end up with?

A sometimes reckless ex-army doctor with an unhealthy adrenaline craving which demands to be fixed.

A (hopefully) recovering ex-junkie who LOVES solving crimes.

And a baby.

Guess who of these have the necessary skills and patience to deal with a child?

John. Because he is a doctor and loves his daughter. And because there are plenty of single dads doing a good job raising children (although probably not as many as NCIS wants you to believe).

And Sherlock. Because he’d certainly try to make an effort. He likes Rosie, and John, and Mary and he’d do it for them. Being part of John’s social network he would promise to be available for baby sitting duties - he knows if it takes a village to raise a child, then it takes a village, a consulting detective, a former secretary of a drug cartel who also did some dancing, a pathologist, and the British government to raise one who has to grow up without one of her parents.

And even if Greg knocked at 221b with the perfect ten of a case he’d say no.

Once.

Twice.

Three, or maybe ten times. The number doesn’t matter. In the end, he is Sherlock Holmes, who is married to his work, and who has been neglecting his wife.

John would understand. He’d stop writing the blog, not because the last time we looked at it, it was a fake PICTURE of an even faker website, but because he wouldn’t be there to record their adventures. Sherlock’s adventures. And not reporting from first hand experience just wouldn’t be the same.

And he’d be fine between being there for Rosie and juggling his shifts at the clinic, having his own little adventures. Believe it or not, children change people. Especially your own.

He’d be fine till one far too early morning reality would remind him that the reason Sherlock had asked him to come along all those years ago hadn’t only been because the pompous prat had needed a friend.

This time Sherlock would live.

And John would make him promise not to get himself into a situation like that ever again, knowing Sherlock’s words are not worth the air. Because he knows Sherlock. He’s been there. He’s seen it happen.

Sherlock would try to step down a little. For John’s and Rosie’s sake. For Mary’s. For the sacrifice he would have never ever asked for. He, John and we know in this show there is no plot armour, even the major characters can die.

But it’s just a matter of time and Greg would show up with another perfect ten. One, he hates to cross 221b’s threshold with, but it’s an emergency. And with Mary’s death looming in his mind palace, Sherlock wouldn’t allow John to come along.

They’d get lucky again. And soon Sherlock would get hooked, telling himself, always the addict, he’d know how to calculate the risks.

Till one time he would not.

And Mofftiss sacrificed Mary to get some creative freedom.

What freedom?

Also, please note, it’s not Rosie who’s stripping the story off its possibilities, but Mary’s death. It’s what makes this show far too real for comfort.

#sherlock #sherlock bbc #bbc sherlock #mary watson #mary morstan #as far as i'm concerned mary is well and alive thank you very much #this has been a rant #or a #sherlock meta #i don't know #i don't care #mary's death #why mary should have lived #if you need me to back up some of the few factual statements mentioned in this post #i'm running an interview archive #shoot me a line

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sunkys-saturday-night · 2 years

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Muse Info 2

Name: Shadow

Nickname: Shads

Age: 19

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: He/They/It

Sexuality: Aromatic Sex intrigued Ace

Height: 5’11

Name: Natsuki

Nickname: Nat, Suki

Age: 21

Gender: Demi Girl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 4’11

Name: Boyfriend.exe

Nickname: BF, Bee, ‘God’

Age: Unknown

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: He/They/Blue/Music/Blood

Sexuality: Demi Bi

Height: 5’0

Name: Girlfriend.mpeg

Nickname: Maple

Age: Unknown

Gender: Transfem Genderfluid

Pronouns: She/They/Sweet/Bow/Red/Heart

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 4’7

Name: Faker/Exe

Nickname: N/A

Age: 20

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: He/They/Gun

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 5’10

Name: Boy Whitmore

Nickname: N/A

Age: 10

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Bi Ace ( tho he’s a child)

Height: 4’2

Name: Girl Whitmore

Nickname: N/A

Age: 10

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi Ace ( child-)

Height: 4’0

Name: Julian T. Whitmore

Nickname: N/A

Age: 34

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: He/They/It

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 6’2

Name: Ron

Nickname: Cool Guy

Age: Unknown

Gender: Trans Man

Pronouns: He/They/Folder

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’0 (normal) 9’2 ( power-hour)

Name: Bob

Nickname: N/A

Age: Unknown

Gender: Bigender

Pronouns: He/She/They/It/Bow

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 4’8 (normal) 8’10 (power-hour)

#not edgy ex ( shadow )#fake it till you make it ( faker / exe )#roughin around ( boy )#dapper child care ( bob )#god complex rapper ( bf )#pancakes and syrup ( gf )#cute holiday ( girl )#cool babysitter ( ron )#cursed to be cute ( natsuki )#tired dad ( julian )#its sunday ( ooc )

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