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Guess who's back~
Off hiatus now because Clara has decided to come back (it's probably something to do with the fact that the season 8 premiere is tonight aww yisss). SO! Gonna start working on drafts, but also, as a note, I'm gonna be revamping this blog a bit. New theme, new tagging system, going through some old posts, potentially a new url because I have a couple ideas for that, and just generally trying to get some more activity going on here.
If anyone wants to chat on skype/kik/inbox while I'm working on this/tonight during Doctor Who so I can fangirl, you should absolutely mesage me, just sayin'.
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Clara rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. She pushed him against the wall, pulling herself up onto her toes. "Oh, shut up, Sherlock," she breathed before pressing her mouth against his.
Sherlock stared down at her in confusion and shock for a moment as she shoved him against the wall. Her breathing was delayed and pupils blown wide, though he couldn’t say he was too different from that himself. Still, he hadn’t expected it when her lips crashed onto his. Eyelids fluttering closed, he slipped his hands along her sides and to her back, pressing her against him and returning the kiss.
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"Very unique way to shut me up indeed," Sherlock murmured, pressing his lips to the edge of her jaw. "Most people opt to just punch me in the face eventually. Depends on how much I decide to keep talking. More often than not, it is out of spite." He smirked, sliding one hand up to the back of her neck. "So then, you’ve only somewhat accomplished to shut me up. Now what?"
"It worked. Well, at least at first it did." A smirk crawled up her face, her finger tracing over one of his cheekbones. "Don’t think I’d have the heart to punch that face," she murmured. She hummed in thought, her hand entangled in his hand again, pulling him back down to her. "I think I’ll shut you up some more."
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She’s the kind that’ll ask if you’re okay then punch you for being r e c k l e s s.
ATTENTION
Putting this blog on mini-hiatus for a couple of different reasons. First off, Clara's gone AWOL, and b, I'm absolutely swamped atm, and three, my Jemma muse is super strong and I'm loaded down with drafts over there. Also four, Clara's blog has never been my biggest priority, because she's a bit fickle at times, and right now, she's in one of those moods.
HOWEVER! I will be checking up every so often (probably every other day) and you can still totally contact me here and on my other indie rp account brightestbiochemist, which is for Jemma Simmons. Feel free to bother her there! I'm always looking for some new partners over there.
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YOU TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED FRIEND *SQUISHES*
UGH YOU’RE SO SWEET. LET ME LOVE YOU DANG IT. *SQUISHES*
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OKEY *ENJOYS LOVE AND SQUISHES* *AGGRESSIVELY CUDDLES BECAUSE OMG I AM SOB*
*ALL THE HUGGING TO EVER HUG* *SUCH SWEET* *SO CUDDLE* *WOW* *MUCH SOB*
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Despite any of what was going on, Sherlock couldn't help but find it at least a little amusing that she struggled so much with his longer body. Carefully, he shifted the best that he could to put more of his weight on himself. "They're gone now," he mumbled. There was no way that he would be walking faster than this.
"Shut up," she grumbled, not in the mood to deal with his teasing over her height. "You're hurt, and I don't want to hear it." Clara glanced over and up at him, eyes flashing in concern as he adjusted best he could. "I have a lot of questions for you, mister. And I expect you to answer all of them once we get out of this." Although she tried her best to sound tough, inwardly she was falling apart, her concern clouding her mind.
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YOU TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED FRIEND *SQUISHES*
UGH YOU'RE SO SWEET. LET ME LOVE YOU DANG IT. *SQUISHES*
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Angsty Sentence Starters
- Are you just going to disappear on me again?
- Are you saying that this is my fault?
- Don’t pretend like you ever cared.
- Everything was a lie, I was just using you.
- Forget you ever met me.
- How could you leave me here?
- How long have you known about the affair?
- I always knew I’d end up hating you.
- I don’t think I can trust you anymore, or ever again.
- I hope you never forgive me for what I did to you.
- I needed you and you weren’t there.
- I never want to hear your name again.
- I remember when you made me happy, I don’t know what I was thinking.
- I should have never trusted you.
- I thought you said you’d never hurt me.
- If this is goodbye, make sure I never see you again.
- It was fun while it lasted, but I can’t do this anymore.
- Just the thought of being around you makes me feel sick.
- People have died because of you!
- Please tell me what I did wrong, what I can do to fix this.
- There’s no such thing as love, at least not between us.
- Was everything a lie?
- We used to have something great and now I can’t get far enough away from you.
- We’ll never be able to go back to how we were.
- What about all those nights, do they mean nothing to you?
- What we had meant nothing to me.
- You can’t just walk away like nothing happened!
- You never want to see me again?
- You used to give me hope and now you give me nothing.
- You’re so caught up with impressing everyone that doesn’t matter.
I'm so so so sorry about the impromptu hiatus. I was revamping my Jemma Simmons blog (brightestbiochemist), but I'll get to replies just as soon as I can.
Draft Count: 5
Sorry about not being around much lately. I'm trying to catch up on my other indie blog, jemma-biochem. Draft count had gotten freakishly high there, so I'm trying to get it to a more manageable number.
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-I Won't Show My Face Around Here Anymore-
"Empress of the Universe," he repeated. "How very ironic to compare yourself to the size of that, Short-stuff." He frowned. "Cab’s going to take too long," he muttered, turning on his heel and beginning to walk in the direction of the Yard.
Clara giggled, trying to contain the laughter bubbling up within her. Was he in for a shocker. "Oh, do I have stories for you, Sassypants." She sighed, preparing herself for the walk. "Fine, we'll walk. You're definitely taking me out for dinner afterwards, though."
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-I Won't Show My Face Around Here Anymore-
Sherlock grinned, amusement sparkling in his eyes. ”Is it? Ah, but you have to join in on the fun. You need a nickname as lovely as mine; it wouldn’t be fair otherwise,” he said cheekily as they exited the flat.
Clara raised her eyebrows at him, smirking slightly. "Well, I'm sure that there are better nicknames for me than Short-stuff. Empress of the Universe has a nice ring to it, if you insist on a nickname, though." She rolled her eyes, taking long strides to keep up with him.
Sherlock hissed as he felt his arms flop down from his arms being freed from the chains. ”Case,” he mumbled in response to her question, hoping that she could live with that answer until they got somewhere safer. He figured the sight was almost comical; him leaning a foot just to rest against her so she could lead him out. If not for the circumstances, he knew he’d be joking about it. He kept that thought in mind to draw away from having to move his injured limbs.
A case? What the hell kind of case was he on? Clara winced, not wanting to accidentally injure him further. "Come on... fast as you can. There's a car outside, and I'd like to get out quickly." She glanced around the corner, ensuring no more guards were around. "You'd better give me a better explanation when we get out," she grumbled. She struggled with his obscenely long limbs, and silently cursed his height. Made it much harder than it should've been.
Domestic starter sentences/a little fluffy - put one in my askbox for my muse's reaction
- "Can’t we just stay home today?"
- "It’s 2 in the afternoon, we should really stop cuddling and get out of bed."
- "Don’t answer it — it’s probably your boss and you’re mine today."
- "You’re so cute when you’re sleepy."
- "Welcome home, I made you dinner!"
- "I accidentally brought a kitten home."
- "Get your spoon out the bowl! There’ll be no cake mix left to make actual cakes with!"
- "Let’s both take a day off on Wednesday and have a day out."
"AM" ((im gonna cry))
"With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room."
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He wrapped an arm around her. ”Very well,” he murmured. ”The man in the blue shirt is having two different love affairs that he’s kept well hidden by his wife, who is the woman in the lilac frock. One affair is with a woman with long brown hair and a cat to match, a waitress seeing as to how well fed he is, whereas his wife is an athletics trainer and therefore not the type to eat at resturaunts. The other is a redhead with a lot of money, which he really only uses for the bank account. That’s how he buys off his wife’s questions and suspicions; with jewelry, and it’s also to convince her that he’s still actually working, as he has to have some kind of cover when he goes to the other two throughout the day. It’s all a wasted effort, however, because the wife is having an affair with her night school professor that the husband is unaware of but would definitely not be okay with.” His eyes moved back down to the top of her head. ”Usually, where there’s cheating there’s hypocrisy. Care to hear more about the elderly couple running a drug cartel in the corner?”
She nestled deeper into his side as his arm wrapped around her, content to listen to him speak for hours. "I'd say you're making that up, but we both know you aren't. So the old couple runs a drug cartel, and the other couple are both cheating on each other, and neither on them know it?" Clara asked, her gaze lingering on them for a moment before shrugging. "Mm, what about the attractive fellows over there? The adorable, curly-haired one, and the tall, dark-haired one with cheekbones next to him." She glanced up at him, a challenge in her eyes.