#marriedwithjo

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• First Name: Giorgia • Nicknames: Gioggina (...akward), Rossa Malpelo, Gufo (it means owl) • Zodiac: Aquarius, descendant Gemini  • Sexual Orientation: idk exactly... I’m struggling between bisexual and pansexual, I hope one day I’ll figure it out.. ^^’′ • Favourite Fruit(s): red apples, peaches, watermelons  • Favourite Season: I don’t have one, but I HATE when it’s too hot (like now) • Favourite Flower: roses, orchids, snowdrops, lilies, dahlias and peonies • Favourite Animal: too many I guess?? But I LOVE owls, cats, wolves, bears and leopards • Coffee, Tea, Cocoa: coffe and tea  • Cats or Dogs: both, both is good  • Favourite Song: ...damn, I’ll go with Take Me There by Adore Delano • Dream Trip:  Noth America or United Kingdom or Japan  • Number of Followers: 723 (don’t ask how)

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“INTJ most likely.”

Dark murmured, tapping the end of his ballpoint pet against the wood, carefully not to rub ink on the surface.

**Here’s the song for those who want to listen while reading, also I’m now in love with this album thanks**

Anxiety’s steps were slow, his head was low, and his hood was pulled low over his face to hide his expression.

Prince looked up as the darker boy entered the room, and a sad smile crossed his face. He skipped a few songs on his mp3, and when the right song came on he dimmed the lights, turned up the volume and walked over to take Anxiety’s hand.

Anxiety tried pulling away, but Prince kept a gentle but firm grip and pulled him to the center of their shared room.

“Dance with me,” Prince whispered.

Anxiety made a point of pointing his head in the other direction to avoid the other, but prince lifted his spare hand and slowly slid his hood back, and placed a finger under his chin. He slowly drew the others gaze to his, and avoided flinching at the sorrow in his Beloved’s eyes.

Anxiety didn’t look away though, and Prince knew that was a good sign. He smiled softly.

“Dance with me,” He whispered again.

Anxiety didn’t make a sign of affirmation but he did not turn down Prince’s request either. So Prince slowly took his hand, and began to slowly sway to the music.

After a few moments of no response, Anxiety grasped a bit tighter at Prince’s hand, and took his other to wrap around Prince’s waist and leaned his head on the others shoulder, minimizing the distance between the both of them.

Prince’s smile seemed to turn more sincere and he pressed a kiss against Anxiety’s temple.

As they danced Prince slowly lead them out of their sway into small steps, into larger ones, and then finally they were slowly traveling around the room, Prince holding Anxiety close, spinning him, and slowly bringing a smile to Anxiety’s lips and laughter to his eyes.

As the song came to an end, Anxiety was dipped, and he pulled Prince down to kiss him long and sweet.

When they both stood once more, Anxiety let out a soft laugh against the others lips.

“Thank you,” He kissed him again softer, and when he pulled away placed a few more pecks to the others soft lips.

“I love you, Prince.”

YAAAAAASSSS good. :D I’m so glad. :)

I know everybody and their mothers are in an uproar over John, but I really appreciate what they did with him. John is just as human and therefore just as flawed as his best friend, and I’m really glad that they chose to examine that and cap it off with that powerful scene in 221B with John and Sherlock and ghost!Mary. <333

Mycroft was beautiful. I’ve always loved Mycroft and getting to see as much of him—and see him fleshed-out—as we did in TFP just makes me so happy.

It’s been said that TFP is “The Great Game” redone with character development, and I think that’s true. Sherlock is magnificently human, brain and heart, the way he was always meant to be, and the scene at the end where he goes back to the prison again and again to visit his sister and play the violin with her is one of the most beautiful moments in any Sherlockian adaptation ever.

And, yeah, Sherlock and John holding and playing with Baby Rosie at the end is so precious. <333

“I’ve never been one very pleased with the idea of tainting my skin. Something that is as permanent and unchangeable as a tattoo makes me almost certain I would not be bold enough to receive one.”

He flinched in what seemed to be a scowl as an image was recollected in his mind.

“Besides, the notion of… needles, coming anywhere near me is rather unsettling. I’m well aware I wouldn’t feel them. That’s not necessarily the point. Just looking upon them, they’re nasty creations aren’t they? Such a small little open knife tube, ready to pump goodness knows what fluids into you, including colored tar, or oil, or whatnot.”

He sighed.

“If I could understand what the flavor of a cookie was, I would certainly be persuaded, lovely.”

Dark offered a rich chuckle, and swung his hand in order to rub his fingers into the nook of his shoulder, rubbing the tense muscles there despite not feeling any pain.