#mordrettacumberbatch

I don't know!

Uh Tenn Wolf? (I don't know)

SHERLOCK! (Did I get it?)

Your Song: Fast Times at Clairemont High by Pierce the Veil

Luna looked up from her cooking, just before the sound of her returning detective coming in echoed from the corridor.

"John didn’t take the news that you're alive well, did he?” She set the kettle on the stove and got a couple of mugs down from the shelf.

“Well, no, not exactly... How did you...?”

“I did say yesterday; there was a bee in the house. My father says that they bring news with them, and this one looked particularly cross... ” her singsong voice floated down the hall and Sherlock followed it to the kitchen. She was brewing something that smelled like carrot and coriander soup but was a shimmering blue in colour; the flavour had yet to be ascertained.

As he reached the kitchen, he stumbled a little - the blood still trickling from his nose hadn't stopped since he'd gotten in the taxi.

“Oh dear, that's quite a knock isn't it...”

His coat sleeve was stained a dark burgundy as he fell back into his armchair, rolling his head back into the leather. “Mild break, nothing life threatening, it will have cleared up by tomorrow...”

Smiling softly, she walked over to him and kissed his forehead lightly

“This may sting a little bit my love.” With that, she took her wand from her apron pocket, tapping his nose lightly, she chirped “Episkey."

“Ahh...!” Sherlock leaned forward at the sudden sting and shook his head from side to side. The blood stopped and he suddenly felt a lot less dizzy. “Healing spell for fractures? Ingenious...”

“Well it's more just for noses really... But I'm glad it helped.” Pleased with her handiwork, she passed him a fresh cup of tea from the side and went back to her gurdyroot and delphinium infusion, shaking her head and smiling fondly at her silly boys.

i just feel like a social justice blogger trying to come up with ideas for this. it feels weird. and uncomfortable.

gingerblivet said: Talk about life before tumblr, then?

there is no life before tumblr. that's a lie. but i've been on this site for 3 years and i've changed a lot just in general (blah blah blah personal bullshit) and i don't wanna talk about the shit that was going down 3 years ago or my stereotypes and shit then because i was kinda an asshole 3 years ago. 

basically i just need to come up with some stuff i don't mind a prof reading about my views on the world and all in all i just hate reflective essays. ugh.