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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! 🤍 Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Awww you're the best!! So sorry I've been so busy and haven't been on here in a while, I hope you're doing great <33 I've been listening to tons of Radio Company today and I thought of you! Every Light has my heart, it's suuch a good song

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theniceandaccuratebookshelf · 10 days

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! 🤍 Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Awww you're the best!! So sorry I've been so busy and haven't been on here in a while, I hope you're doing great <33 I've been listening to tons of Radio Company today and I thought of you! Every Light has my heart, it's suuch a good song

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

i haven't seen you around in a while but you're one of the kindest people i've talked to on here, and i hope you're doing well!! <333

Oh this is so sweet!! I've been swamped with life and school and I haven't logged on here in a couple weeks, but it's so good to hear from you. You're the best and I always love seeing your posts!! Sending lots of good vibes and hugs <333

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theniceandaccuratebookshelf · 2 months

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day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

#oops #soldier boy

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Good to see that Tumblr is still Tumblring

#johnlock #i regret nothing

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Happy leap yeap! And it's always a good year to wed a cowboy, yeehaw partners

Evansville Press, Indiana, February 5, 1912

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@wolfe-houler

This comic was inspired by a post that I cannot find [redacted rant about how much tumblr's search function is the closest there is tho pure evil]. So you know, if anyone has that post hand it I will actually make you a silly litltle doodle.

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Well, howdy there, Cowboy Casanova 💚

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@trips-around-the-sun ahh he's so pretty and his voice is incredible, i've been listening to lots of Radio Company lately!

Well, howdy there, Cowboy Casanova 💚

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he got top surgery

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@wolfe-houler

i love watching star trek its like hiii whats going on. what are you guys doing. i doont know what youre talking about. whwres data

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Gilmore Girls for me right now!

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i hope the tortured poets department sounds like how maroon makes me feel

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Awh thank you so much! I'll tag you when I post it in full

hi mutuals and everyone!! i've been awol for a few months but i wanted to give a little life update and check in with everybody

i've been accepted into a research-based psychology masters program

so that means we're moving this summer! (still Texas, just a different city)

in the meantime, i've been a visiting student at two other universities, i'm taking history and literature classes online with them

we got a new puppy- her name is Muriel (from Good Omens), and she is a handful (!) but the light of my life

i got into crochet again and i'm working on a Supernatural-themed project (will definitely share pictures)

and i'm on season 11 of Supernatural (which feels like an accomplishment for some reason)

i haven't updated AO3 in forever, but i have a big Sherlock project in the works, and some SPN one-shots as well

and life has been so busy i've been terrible at updating everything honestly, so i hope you're all doing super well and i'll promise to get back to dms!! lots of love <33

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Thank you so much @a-victorian-girl! Best of luck with everything going on in your life too. Here's an excerpt of the Sherlock project if you're interested:

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It was a cold and rainy night at Baker St. John Watson sat by the fireside, reading a recent medical treatise. Although he was years away from school, he still liked to keep up with current debates and breakthroughs.

Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective, sat opposite him, perusing a 15th-century manuscript.

There was a clicking sound, and the power went out. It took Sherlock a moment to notice. ‘John?’ he said.

‘Power’s out,’ Watson said in response.

Sherlock reached for his phone, turned on the torch feature, and used it to rifle through his desk with his other hand.

‘What are you looking for?’ John asked.

‘Candles,’ Sherlock explained.

‘I’m sure it’ll pop back on in a moment.’

‘I need to finish this manuscript. It’s fascinating.’

‘Can’t we just… sit quietly for a moment?’

‘I can’t, John, not now. Just let me-’ He located the candles. ‘There. Matches?’

‘In the slipper, on the mantel.’

Sherlock grabbed the matches frantically and lit one, bringing it to touch the candle. He dripped a little wax into a metal candlestick, pressing the lit candle into the base. Then, as if nothing had ever happened, he sat down again in his chair, perusing the manuscript.

‘What’s it about?’

‘Accounts of an Abbey in the latter half of the 15th century.’

‘Ah,’ John said. He loved Sherlock’s relentless pursuit of knowledge. Often, his scholarly adventures would find their way into a case. But most of the time, Sherlock’s mind was full of vibrant energy over a new project, just for the sake of it.

‘Find anything interesting?’ said John.

Sherlock sighed. ‘It appears to be just that. Accounts of an Abbey in the latter half of the 15th century.’

‘You were looking for something more?’

‘Yes. Information about a nun who was defrocked in the early 16th century. Anyway, it’s exhausting to look at.’ He tossed aside the finely-printed sentences and slumped back onto the chair.

John looked at his watch. It was past midnight. He wasn’t ready for bed, though. The medical treatise was very interesting, and he could continue reading it by Sherlock’s candle.

‘I wish there was a case, John…’ Sherlock moaned.

‘There will be, love. Want to check emails?’

‘Yes.’ Sherlock jumped up.

They sat on the couch usually reserved for clients, Sherlock’s left hand around John’s shoulders and his right hand scrolling through emails.

‘That one looks interesting,’ John said. ‘Racehorse disappearance.’

Sherlock huffed. ‘Boring! I want something interesting, something that will push me a bit.’

‘Hmm. Unfaithful husband? Stolen necklace? Ooh, look at that one. This woman Claire is wondering if she’s dating twins.’

‘She is.’

‘Do you want to email her back about it?’

‘No. God, John, everyone is so boring!’ He looked over at John. ‘Not you.’

‘I know. It’s ok. Look, Sherl, something will come up.’

Sherlock put his hand on John’s knee and looked out the window. The gale was raging fiercely. Wind howled, rain beat against the glass, and Baker St shook with the pressure.

‘Why don’t we wait for the power to come back on, have a nice cuppa, and then go to bed?’ John said.

Sherlock wasn’t listening. He had dashed over to the window, responding to the sound of a car.

‘Look, John. It’s a cab.’

‘Oh, please don’t let’s go down there. It’s so cold and rainy.’ John placed his fingertips in Sherlock’s elbow, beckoning him away from the window.

‘We may have to yet, John.’ John looked at Sherlock and tried not to smile. His husband had that vibrant light in his eyes, when he was excited about a case. ‘Let’s just watch,’ he said softly, holding back his elation.

It was hard to see the cab. The car’s lights tried to pierce through the storm, but the mix of fog, rain, and wind made the scene almost imperceptible.

‘The cab’s off, John.’

‘What?’ John rushed to the window to see. ‘It’s gone.’

Sherlock grinned. ‘Minus one inhabitant.’

‘Is someone come to see us?’

‘If the cab had waited, we would have gone down. But as it stands, the person must have business with us that may take some time. He’s told the cab to leave, and is coming up now, if I’m not mistaken.’

John hoped Sherlock was right. It could just be a neighbour, home late, or a late-night visitor. But for Sherlock’s sake, he hoped the mysterious cab passenger was a client.

Mrs Hudson wouldn’t be awake. They’d have to go let the person up.

‘Can you check on Rosie?’ Sherlock asked, throwing on his coat.

‘Do you think we’ll have to go out?’ John asked, heading towards the four-year-old’s room.

‘Perhaps,’ Sherlock said.

John dipped into Rosie’s room, checking that she was sleeping soundly before he ran to catch up with Sherlock.

Sherlock and John rushed down the stairs, and Sherlock looked out the glass window to the side of the door.

‘Ah!’ he said. ‘It’s you.’

‘Not a client?’ John asked.

‘As good as,’ Sherlock said, still smiling.

‘Stan, come in,’ Sherlock said, opening the door for the drenched Scotland Yard detective.

‘Thank you very much, Mr Holmes. It’s most kind of you to keep awake for me. I suppose you’ve heard all about it in the papers?’

‘My dear fellow,’ Sherlock said, helping the young detective inside and taking off his coat. ‘I have been immersed in deciphering a manuscript all evening. I’ve seen nothing later than the fifteenth century today.’

‘Oh! So you know nothing of the whole affair?’

‘Absolutely nothing. Don’t let it rush out all at once, though. Let’s get you upstairs, and you can tell me the entire story.’

Sherlock made eye contact with John, smiling like a giddy child behind the Scotland Yard detective’s back.

They climbed the stairs, following their new companion. He seemed anxious to start their conversation.

‘Here, I’ll put the kettle on,’ Sherlock said.

‘Sit down, officer,’ John beckoned. He realised Sherlock hadn’t introduced him. ‘And you are…’

‘Oh, that’s right,’ the man said. ‘Detective Inspector Stanley Hopkins.’

‘John Watson.’

‘I know. You’re Sherlock’s…’

They spoke at the same time.

‘Blogger.’

‘Husband.’

There was an awkward moment. They looked at each other uncomfortably.

‘I’ll just… go and get the tea then,’ Watson said.

‘Right,’ Hopkins responded.

John helped Sherlock brew the tea and bring it into the living room. DI Hopkins sat, shivering, before the fire.

‘What an afternoon, gentlemen, what an afternoon,’ he said, as he helped himself to tea. ‘I’ve been all over the east country… and what with this weather it’s a miracle I’m here at all.’

‘Please, tell us what brought you here,’ Sherlock said.

‘I’ve been down in Kent,’ Hopkins said. ‘I was called for at half past three, reached the estate by five, conducted what little investigation I could manage, was back at Charing Cross by the last train, and took a cab straight here.’

‘Which means,’ Sherlock said, ‘there’s an aspect of your case you aren’t quite sure of?’

Hopkins looked alarmed, almost indignant. ‘An aspect, Mr Holmes? A single aspect? I can’t make head nor tail of it!’

Sherlock smiled. ‘Ah,’ he said, folding his fingers together. ‘Tell me.’

At that moment, Rosie wandered out into the living room. She looked bright-eyed, as if she hadn’t been asleep for the last four hours.

‘And this is…’ Hopkins looked surprised.

‘Rosie Watson,’ Sherlock said proudly. ‘Our four-year-old.’ He turned toward her. ‘Lovey, can’t you sleep?’

She shook her head.

‘Come here then,’ Sherlock said.

‘I’ve got her.’ Watson scooped her up and sat her on his lap. She leaned back against John and fell to sleep again.

‘Does she… solve crimes with you?’ Hopkins asked.

‘Sometimes. Anyway, back to business.’ Sherlock urged Hopkins to continue.

‘A man- dead- violently dead. But I can see no cause. Not a motive in the world.’

‘Hmm. It’s seldom so,’ Sherlock said. ‘You’ve only had a few hours to observe the scene. Forget about the scene, for now.’

John noticed Sherlock embarking on his method of instruction. He must see potential in this young DI.

‘Forget about-’ Hopkins was confused.

‘Study the person’s context. Their family, habits, frequent visitors, occupation, past history.’

‘But that’s just why it’s so difficult, Mr Holmes. He was a solitary man, a scholar who left the estate but rarely.’

‘Even easier. We then have a limited pool to draw from. Who lived with him?’

Hopkins sighed. ‘Perhaps it’s best if I start from the beginning.’