That's What People Do, My Dear....

Dec 17

Anonymous asked: Looks like I've got myself a bit of a fan. I'm flattered, really, but I've never really thought that mimicry was a very high form of compliment, my dear. -M

Mimicry is simply ones way of saying that they find themselves superior, darling. Now either introduce yourself appropriately or leave me to my infinitely more interesting business. -JM

Oct 14

Sherlock won’t give me drugs.

governmentofficial:

Will someone else give me some please?

Drugs? What happened to you being the straight laced British Government, shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, dear… running the country?

Sep 02
Maybe I’ll get you a Benchmade for christmas, dear… If you behave.

Maybe I’ll get you a Benchmade for christmas, dear… If you behave.

Aug 03

(( 6:17 am tells me I should sleep. Goodnight, see you all tomorrow… or later, really. ))

Aug 03

Mun vs Muse! Give us a topic of conversation, and we’ll debate about it!

Aug 03

Reasons for if I don’t reply:

  • I reply at the speed of molasses
  • I lost track of it because what is organization
  • I didn’t notice that you replied
  • I legit can not think of any way to continue and awkwardly stepped away
  • I’ve already mentally replied to you and wandered into the depths of distractions and forget
Aug 03

You ever feel like reality is a dream, ever hope is was a dream because the reality is hard to take?

sirboastalotsstories:

nocommoncriminal:

sirboastalotsstories:

I’m having one of those moments.

The only time Jim had no control over his emotions was when he slept, which was why he seldom slept until he passed out or Sebastian had to interfere and put him to bed. As he woke from yet another disturbing dream with tears rolling down his cheeks he found his mind wandering to Sherlock, and wondering if the other genius had the same problems as he did…

Texting jim might help, thought the detective as he quickly typed an opening message. He was unsure what to say, so he just typed the first things that came to mind.

(Text from Sherlock Holmes to Jim.) I miss you.-SH

His phone chirupping from the dressing table drew his attention and, craving the distraction, Jim sniffed and grabbed it, unlocking it with fumbling fingers.

From: HOLMES, Sherlock
To: MORIARTY, Jim 

I miss you.-SH

Normally Jim would scoff at his display of sentiment but today he found himself glad of the familiarity.

From: MORIARTY, Jim
To: HOLMES, Sherlock 

Tut tut, what’s that charming family expression of yours, ‘caring is not an advantage’? -JM

Aug 03

Leave a…

♤ in my ask for a drunk voice mail. 

in my ask for unsent texts. 

♡ in my ask for a love letter.

And I’ll get back to you in the morning…

Aug 03

Sleepytime.

Okay so now that I’ve established my return I’m going to head to bed because it’s 5:09 am. Night, love you all, be back later :)

Aug 03

You ever feel like reality is a dream, ever hope is was a dream because the reality is hard to take?

sirboastalotsstories:

I’m having one of those moments.

The only time Jim had no control over his emotions was when he slept, which was why he seldom slept until he passed out or Sebastian had to interfere and put him to bed. As he woke from yet another disturbing dream with tears rolling down his cheeks he found his mind wandering to Sherlock, and wondering if the other genius had the same problems as he did…

Aug 03
Aug 03

averyanon:

nocommoncriminal started following you

Mi-Mister Moriarty! Um, I, hello si-sir, um… Can I he-help you?

You seem nervous, dear… don’t worry, there’s no need to be scared of the big bad consulting criminal, I was just passing through.

Aug 03
"Boss… Why are you… crying?”
…
"Shut the fuck up, Moran."

"Boss… Why are you… crying?”

"Shut the fuck up, Moran."

Aug 03
Aug 03

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