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cupidford · 8 days
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Honeybee Heart by OffYourBird
Johnlock Love Letters #2338
At Sherlock’s funeral, John finds a note in his suit pocket that changes everything.
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writingwife-83 · 1 year
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Another fic has been migrated, and this is a slightly angsty and canon compliment little one. It’s giving stairwell sherlolly scene, but two years earlier. 🥺
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helloliriels · 3 months
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A Thousand and One (Words on the Tip of My Tongue)
by helloliriels
A thousand suns have risen, A thousand passing days, A thousand times I've wandered, My mind still in a haze ...
A thousand times I'm screaming, A thousand moons descend, A thousand times you fall, I cannot halt the end ...
A thousand mornings bleary, A thousand routines kept, A thousand little lies, "I'm fine", "Yes thanks", "of course I've slept" ...
A thousand cups of coffee, A thousand mugs of tea, A thousand times to question ... Just what you were to me?
A thousand times I listen, A thousand times you call; A thousand times I turn around, ... But you're not there at all.
A thousand times I lie here, A thousand what if's deep, It seems that even when awake, I'm talking in my sleep ...
Maybe Scheherezade knew best, To change the tale each night ...?
I've counted, A thousand and one ways ...
I'd choose,
If I
Could keep you
Right.
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choices-binglebonkus · 15 hours
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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months
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Pen
A pen was all he had with him, in the end. Ever since Sherlock had committed suicide, by jumping from the rooftop of the hospital building, John was left with an empty mind, an empty heart, and just a void the size of a black hole in his soul.
In this miserable and alcoholic state, John was determined about one thing: he would let the whole of London - or if possible, the whole world - know the truth about everything that had led Sherlock to that suicidal state at all. Because if he had to hear one more person referring to Sherlock as a 'fake genius', he'd go insane.
John was going to make a long post on his blog, and for that, he was creating a rough draft in his notebook with a pen.
Because pen was the only weapon he was left with, now.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Pen
Tagging: @lisbeth-kk , @helloliriels , @gaylilsherlock , @calaisreno , @topsyturvy-turtely .
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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 months
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Hello! I'm remembering a story that takes place after The Fall. Mycroft is tasked with looking after John, because John is suicidally depressed. There is a scene where John is getting ready to shoot himself/overdose on pills (can't remember which) and the surveillance teams leap into the room at the last minute and saves John. Does this sound familiar? Thanks?
Hey Lovely!
Ohhh, unfortunately I don't know this one!
Anyone able to point us in the right direction for this one?
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apotelesmaa · 3 months
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Like to an extent I do think a part of identifying as a women or even just presenting femininely comes with suffering as a result of a patriarchal and misogynist society but I think it’s just stupid to assume trans women don’t experience similar issues to those that cis women face. I would argue they actually experience it worse as a result of transmisogyny. But I also don’t think we should be centering the definition of womanhood on suffering because that is just stupid and wraps right back around to being sexist. “Womanhood is about hating being a woman” <- deranged take. Do you not hear yourself. The more opinions of t*rfs I’m (unwillingly. Thanks Twitter.) subjected to the more I feel that they really just want women to stew in self hatred as opposed to trans women who contribute far more to the body acceptance movement for women. Reading about the journeys of trans women towards appreciating their own appearance has helped me be far more comfortable with my own body. Reading anything that comes out of a t*rfs mouth just makes me feel like I need to hate how I look.
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homoerotic · 2 months
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this website is so awesome i made an untagged post complaining about having to share a classroom w a t**f one time and i woke up to 20+ anons calling me slurs and wishing death on my family and telling me to kill myself and people in the notes of my vent post saying foul, disgusting things and yet tumblr did nothing about it! and i still have my anon turned off TO THIS DAY because of that! love that the ceo will protect the scum of the earth but ban black and trans bloggers from speaking out against it. not to mention tumblr also has attempted to silence any posts about palestine from the search feature too. cool website.
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borderlinevamp · 2 years
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I don’t agree with the term bi lesbian but I think that while dunking on them ppl should also acknowledge that the label on exists because of the issues t*rfs and political lesbians brought with them in the 80s-90s and the fact that a lot of that bigotry is still prevalent in the sapphic community to this day.
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viktormaru · 1 year
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Do not test me im irrationally angry today and I mean it
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The Royal Romance books 1-2: can you talk to people right, or will they think you're cringe? Teehee! SEXOOOOO
The Royal Romance books 3-7: As your enemies draw closer, there are only two options. Kill... Or be killed. Teehee! SEXOOOOO
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cupidford · 2 months
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Fostering by Dee_Laundry
Johnlock Love Letters #2331
John had, a few times, dreamed of a miracle. But, of course, that’s not how their reunion actually happened.
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man-squared · 8 months
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Queers, please do not flood redfem tags with your selfies. Please please please.
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helloliriels · 6 months
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ANTAGONISH
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"As I was walking up the stair,
. I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
. I wish, I wish ... he'd go away."
. - William a Hughes Mearns
.
John had stepped into the flat only a handful of times since Sherlock's demise.
The pain of memories ... happy, whole, perfect memories ... too much to bear.
It was empty now. Their flat.
. Theirs.
. And it had been.
Once.
.
John steeled himself for what he was to face - going up those seventeen steps ...
The unshakable feeling that if he was just to turn around ... ?
Sherlock would be right behind him.
Coming up the stairs.
That if he turned back around ... Sherlock would be before him.
Beckoning him home.
.
John huffed a laugh.
Foolish.
His childish imagination.
But the last time he had been here, he could have sworn ...
.
He took one last look around to confirm that the hall and the landing were, in fact, empty.
Then he took a firm step forward. One.
Then two. Three.
.
He paused.
The hair on the back of his neck rising.
Shaking his head against the urge to look.
.
Don't turn around ...
. Don't turn around ...
. Don't turn.
.
He took another step.
Willing himself to keep moving.
.
A creak on a stair below him.
He isn't there ...
.
The echo of a step ...
Stop it!
.
John froze. Willing his eyes to stay downcast on his own shoes. He studied them. As worn and haphazard as his hope ...
Then forced himself once more, to move.
.
Three more steps. Two more steps. One.
His hand reached out for the door to 221B.
He took a deep breath.
.
This time the step behind him on the stair, was unmistakable ...
As was the fall of a large hand onto the wooden railing below.
.
"Sherlock?"
.
John spoke the name aloud before he could stop himself.
The stairwell was silent.
John's grip on the door handle tightened.
The tears stinging at the corners of his eyes ...
.
He took another deep breath.
His imagination.
Just his imagination ...
A wild, hopeful, god damned wishful and desperately-longing-for-all-of-this-to-be-just-a-magic-trick imagination ... begging the universe not for an empty stairwell ...
... but for an empty grave.
.
"I asked you for one more miracle," John told the air.
Oddly. The confession seemed to help quiet his nerves.
He looked up. Pinpointing the light of the setting sun.
"I asked you not to be dead."
He knew the words were final. Closure.
.
Somehow ... the air in the hall itself, held its breath ...
.
Then he heard a gasp.
And a heavy step below him.
Accompanied by the very real feeling ... Unmistakable.
That of a warm hand moving along a polished wooden rail. The slightest friction echoing up the stairs ...
.
John tried to steady his heart rate. His pulse thrumming in his ears, nearly drowning out the sound ... If it even had been real ...?
Sherlock's voice broke the silence next, barely a whisper ...
. "I heard you."
.
It sounded unsteady ... shaky ...
. fragile ... ?
Like a ghost.
.
But the next thing he heard was a very real hiss of pain, shattering his illusions ... even as he felt the thud of a body collapsing onto the stairs below.
John was down the stairs in seconds.
Gathering the long-missing detective into his arms. Every sense taking in and cataloguing what his eyes could not yet believe ...
(... continued below the cut)
"Sherlock? Oh, God - Sherlock!" John cradled his friend closer, rocking him into a better position where he could check him for wounds ... for anything he could do to help alleviate his pain ...?
He couldn't make out was cause of Sherlock's distress, but the man was fading into unconsciousness.
"Just ... hold on, Sherlock!" John commanded hauling Sherlock up into his arms.
Despite Sherlock's thin stature, he had been almost pure muscle before, but now ... John didn't want to think about how Sherlock could have lost this much weight in the time he had been away?
He was real. He was here. That was all that mattered.
John found the strength to carry whatever weight Sherlock had, gladly.
.
Upstairs, he tucked Sherlock into a bed that lay fitted and ready for use as if he had never left it ... and then stared at the sight in wonder.
Sherlock was alive. Sherlock was home.
John felt Sherlock shift and those crystal blue eyes blinked open for a moment. He could see Sherlock fought against the sleep that desperately wanted to overtake him.
How tired was he ... ?
John shushed him and managed to settle him back down. Watching as his friend's demeanor relaxed. His eyes closed, and his breathing evened out ...
Seconds passed. Minutes.
Maybe hours.
When John felt Sherlock's hand reach out in his sleep ... and grasp for his hand.
"... John, I ..."
The baritone voice poured into John's veins. Hot liquid. More valuable than blood. More heady than pure oxygen. Speeding up his heart rate again ...
"... I heard you," Sherlock sighed with relief, "I heard you ..."
.
John sighed too.
. Sherlock was dreaming.
This time ... John knew he wasn't the only one wishing for an empty grave. A successful magic trick.
They were both experiencing a miracle.
John gripped Sherlock's hand firmly, caressing the knuckles as he watched his miracle ...
. Sleep.
.
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TRH/TRF felt more like a parody of TRR
It really did. TRR book three’s ending felt very wrapped up, very final. MC and her spouse got married, Anton was behind bars, and the royal council was formed.
Then there were all sorts of little loose ends tied up for individual characters rather than just the plot itself. Penelope became a dog fashion designer (which was never explored again in TRH or TRF iirc), Kiara joined the foreign ministry, Maxwell’s book solved House Beaumont’s financial troubles, Bertrand and Savannah finally got engaged, Madeleine got her position as Royal Communications Director and finally apologized to Hana, Olivia decided to lean into her role of Duchess of Lythikos and rebrand the Nevrakis legacy into one of loyalty, Drake finally had a place and purpose on the council, Hana’s parents started making an effort to let her be her own person, and Liam finally eased into his role as king with the dust from Anton’s rebellion settling.
It felt like truly deserved and realistic endings for all the characters, protagonist and antagonist alike. It felt like everyone’s stories were complete.
And then TRH fucked it all up. Basically every character became hollow. Or worse, traitors.
The fact that so many of them turned their backs on the MC and the crown so quickly in TRH was absolutely insane considering how reverent everyone was of the crown in TRR. The entire original cast of TRR except for Liam, Hana, Bertrand, and Olivia was ruined for me.
Hell, even Olivia wasn’t immune to the shitty characterization. The Scarlet Duchess herself became a victim of Flanderization. Dagger this. Dagger that. Dagger, dagger, dagger. Training. Knife. Sword. Dagger. Yes, Pixelberry. We get it. Olivia is a warlike Nevrakis descendant whose weapon of choice is the dagger.
Hell, now that I actually think about it, Olivia wasn’t immune to bad writing, and neither was everyone else. They butchered Maxwell’s character beyond any recognition or repair. Drake felt oddly wishy washy for the rest of the series. The MC’s plot armor was nuts and somehow she only got more annoying as a character as the series went on. And for someone who had years of extensive tutelage and lessons, not to mention was the fucking KING, Liam sure as fuck didn’t know what he was doing after TRR ended. He was pretty much powerless and always lost in the sauce.
Truly? The only characters who I feel weren’t done poorly were Hana and Bertrand.
And good fucking god, don’t even get me started on TRF. TRF makes TRH look half-decent in comparison.
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shiroi-honoo · 8 months
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