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I walk, I cycle, and I take public transportation. When I’m driving, I always make sure I’m with someone else. (x)

I walk, I cycle, and I take public transportation. When I’m driving, I always make sure I’m with someone else. (x)

Semi-Hiatus until after exams 

I’m in the last few weeks of school and I need to get down to all these stupid fucking tests. I will stock up on replies, asks and what-have you. 

For now,  I will put on a queue until I have some time to do my replies/asks. 

But always remember, I’m checking Tumblr more than I say, so if you need me and don’t have my number, skype or kik, I can be reached by message or fanmail.

Setting up a queue, so night!

sniper-with-a-smoke:

yourdearestwatson:

John rolled his eyes at him, “why should I tell you?” He took a drink, “I just met you.”

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"Because. I’m helping. If you want t’ forget, I know some of the best ways, believe you me.” Seb took a shot of his own, slamming the glass back to the tabletop. “Call it a tailored t’ your personal needs drinking experience, if you will.”

John sighed, looking into his drink. “My dad,” he replied finally, just so his newly found friend could hear. “He left about seven years ago when my sister told us she’s lesbian. But he—” He paused for a sip of his drink, wincing at it, he hated this one. “He came back, to get his things and I wasn’t there to protect them from him.” He swallowed tightly, clearly, this was all he would share.

For One Night Only 

beforethedetective:

 

John was still ting his shoes when Sherlock left, and John could feel the lump in his throat as he did. Straightening up, he put his hair down and called for a cab to get back to base so he could sleep for the last time this year. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and went to wait for the cab that would take him to his destiny. 

Sherlock took the tube straight home, the night out and hotel room leaving him unable to afford a taxi. He opted to drink most of a bottle of wine to himself. The things John had said resonated within him, and he didn’t have the emotional capacity to take it in. And he hadn’t even gotten John’s number. He had no idea how long he’d be away for. There was no way for him to ease the guilt. And he hated it.

Laying in his bed, John couldn’t sleep. The absent of noise drove him mad. He couldn’t stand that Sherlock was like that, then again, he thought, Sherlock did  apologize. But for what? Not wanting John back? Or for what John said. Closing his eyes, he could only wonder. Tomorrow, John would forget about him, in the mists of battle. 

sniper-with-a-smoke:

yourdearestwatson:

"Good, that’s what I was aiming for." John downed another drink. "How about you? Drinking that much? Are you even of age?"

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"You gonna call my mum if I’m not?" He snickered. "What’re you tryin’ to forget is the better question, I’d reckon."

John rolled his eyes at him, “why should I tell you?” He took a drink, “I just met you.”

sniper-with-a-smoke:

yourdearestwatson:

sniper-with-a-smoke:

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"You. We’re getting you wasted. You’re not walking outta here on your own two feet, mate."

"Me? Look at you! You’ve had at least three more than me!"

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"Yeah, but I drink like it’s my job. I’ve my doubts you’ll remember the night, if I’m honest. But you won’t die, so there’s that. Probably."

"Good, that’s what I was aiming for." John downed another drink. "How about you? Drinking that much? Are you even of age?"