𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑠 (parody)

❝Yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪs ᴀ sᴏᴄɪᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴡʜᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴄʀɪᴍᴇs ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪɢʜ. Tʜᴀᴛ·s ᴍᴇ﹐ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ. Hᴇʟʟᴏ.❞

I’ll be refraining from celebrating a certain persons birthday, thank you very much. Though, I may raise a glass to the fact it’s probably his last.

⠀iʹm ⠀just ⠀the ⠀way ⠀that ⠀the ⠀doctor ⠀𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 ⠀me.

She’s stumbling into @HighSociopath’s flat with a drunken confidence, tossing her bag on the couch and flopping into his chair face first to inhale the scent she missed. . .

mycroft holmes you are so LOVED

Another commonality

Rude.

“Urgh! Fine. but I’d also then need a dedication page….” ~To the Virgin, Everyone we know talks about how pathetic you are behind your back. I just put it in print so you could read along.~ “Short and sweet.”

Get my laptop and we will go. Call it an early Christmas present *delirious and the constant sun making him more suggestable*

“Maybe I’ll write a book with them all listed for you to read. Get it published.” He taps his chin in thought “Hmm but what to call it…” He pauses “Aha! I’ll call it ~Deerstalkers and Dimwits: A Comprehensive Guide to Baker Street’s Finest Failure~ it’ll be a best seller”

If he shows up she’s passed out on her couch, book in hand and a glass of wine on the stand beside her.

She stumbles into the kitchen, her band shirt brushing at the base of her thighs. Towel drying her hair with a few shakes of her hand. She stops, carefully looking it over. Her blue gaze cold and appraising. She barely noticed his absence. Now, where was that tea she made?