The Only Consulting Detective
((BBC Verse, my Sherlock has an alter-ego that is a girl, her name is Sharlene don't be surprised if you meet Sharlene.. Will role-play with anyone))
shutupwomangetonmypurplehorse:
Been waiting all year to post this
2013
Dear BBC,
PLEASE.
(via dontbetedious)
I don’t even like One Direction but that’s really uncalled for
I don’t like 1D either.
But Harry’s face and body language…
I just got really sad.
I honestly don’t like One Direction.
But that has got to be the worst feeling ever.
idc for this band either but that’s just so freaking uncalled for
would anyone like to join me for a rousing chorus of “I HATE EVERYONE”?!?!?!
this is stupid
The fuck that’s just plain rude.
This proves that the Paparazzi is evil and heartless and needs to go to hell when they die.
I honestly can’t stand them, but I’m angry.
xx
I actually just expected to wallow in self pity, thanks for not letting me and just popping up when I needed you.
It’s all um, part of the Emma package. *smirks*
*Grins* The Emma package?
wicked-bitch-of-the-west Asks:
theultimateshowoff Said:
Oh really? Hmm~
Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.
Well, that was a good sign. She wasn’t looking at him like he was crazy. So he was right. He wasn’t just thinking it. “Well, I’m not exactly normal either.” He gave her a twitch of a smile, though a rather sad one.
“Oh really? How exactly are you different?” Sharlene asked mockingly, wondering if what this man smelled on her was her brand new immortality, or perhaps he could smell Emma on her, whatever it was, she didn’t trust it.
John paused, looking at her with some unease. He looked around quickly, his tongue moving over his lips in his nervousness. He had no idea if he could trust her. But she was something else, even if he couldn’t explain it. He looked back at her in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly before he took in a deep breath. “I’m a werewolf.”
Sharlene raised an eyebrow, finding herself pleasantly surprised, “A werewolf? I don’t believe I’ve ever met one of those before, which is odd considering the incredibly supernatural company I normally keep.” She mused, before crossing her arms, “Now you must explain what I smell like? How on earth do I smell different than the regular human?”
“Good luck trying.”
PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO AMUSING! Anons are welcome
theultimateshowoff replied to your post: HIMYM
Bet you never thought um some weird american chick with um an interest in setting um shit on fire would be harassing you in the middle of the night, huh?
I actually just expected to wallow in self pity, thanks for not letting me and just popping up when I needed you.
Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.
Well, that was a good sign. She wasn’t looking at him like he was crazy. So he was right. He wasn’t just thinking it. “Well, I’m not exactly normal either.” He gave her a twitch of a smile, though a rather sad one.
“Oh really? How exactly are you different?” Sharlene asked mockingly, wondering if what this man smelled on her was her brand new immortality, or perhaps he could smell Emma on her, whatever it was, she didn’t trust it.
“What do you want?”
“I’m sorry..? Do I even know you?”
“No and that’s why I’m asking you what you want, unless you’re bothering me for no reason, and if that is the case, leave.”
“Sorry.” He pauses, his eyes running over her. “There was just something… no, never mind. I apologize…” He gives her an apologetic smile.
Sharlene only gave him an unamused glare before turning back to her phone, when he didn’t immediately leave, she raised her eyes back to his face, “Yes?”
John wasn’t sure what to do. He stood and looked at for a moment, eyeing her before he thought maybe he should just go. Before he could she was looking back at him again and he frowned. “You’re different. You aren’t, well, normal. I can smell it.” The words were hushed and quick, his eyes studying her face as he said it.
Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.
