#sherlocksonic

Hello, sweetpea! I'm doing swell! How was your day, love? 

1. Favorite class in school?

Well, today was my first day of school so I don't really know for this year. But last year I'd have to say my favorite class was probably U.S. History. 

2. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?

Probably with Genes. In FREAKING ASIA. 

3. One person you admire.

My Seastar. No lie #realtalk

4. If you could go back and tell your past self something, what would you tell them?

To not be dumb. Because I was pretty dumb. 

5. Fuzzy socks: good or bad?

Very good. Hmm, yes. 

6. Best comfort food?

Kraft mac and cheese. But the sauce has to be thick or else its no good. 

7. Favorite font?

This one...? 

8. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Dinner. I love going to sleep with a full stomach. 

9. Disneyland, Universal, or other?

DISNEYLAND FO LYFE.

10. Pencil or pen?

I have really been digging the new pen I got, so pen. 

11. The city or the beach?

I love you Edward Elric. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope it’s a great one!

7 facts about my childhood: 

We're going to try and stay positive about this one.

I was a bit of an outcast, but I always had my pokemon and books.

My family was always pretty tight when I was younger -- we actually did things because we wanted to, rather than had to.

I never got many ear infections.

I had girl crushes on Disney characters and kept them quiet because no one else did.

My sister and I were best friends.

I used to dance and horse back ride. (like every other girl)

Stranger: John, can hunger cause dizziness? -SH

You: Yes, it can. Why? Are you hungry? Did you forget to eat again? -JW

Stranger: No, I'm dizzy. And I did not /forget/ to eat. I chose not to. -SH

You: /Sherlock/. Honestly. Food is essential. You need to eat. That way you won't be dizzy. And I won't have to put you to bed after force feeding you something. -JW

Stranger: I don't want to eat. It slows down my thought process. I can only eat if I'm focused on something else, something that keeps my mind moving. -SH

You: I'm going to throttle you one of these days, if the hunger doesn't kill you first. Now go and eat something. Or I'll tell Mrs. Hudson you're starving yourself. -JW

Stranger: Fine. Tell her. She won't force feed me. -SH

You: She will if I tell her you haven't eaten anything in what is probably more than a day and a half, if you're dizzy. Or I'll force feed you when I get there. Your choice. -JW

Stranger: Why are you so intent on getting me to eat? -SH

You: Because I hate seeing you so skinny. And you're going to end up unintentionally killing yourself one of these days, and that just won't do. -JW

Stranger: John, I'll be fine. -SH

You: No you won't, if you keep up like this, you daft fool. Now eat something. /Please/. -JW

Stranger: No. -SH

You: /Sherlock/. For me? Please? -JW

Stranger: I don't /want/ to. -SH

You: But you /need/ to. There's a difference between wanting and needing. And you /need/ food. -JW

You: Surely even /you/ can find the logic in that? -JW

Stranger: Yes, obviously. But there's nothing here to keep my brain stimulated while I eat. So I won't. -SH

You: What do you need to keep your brain stimulated at the moment? Because whatever it is, I'll get it for you. /If/ you eat. And there should be plenty there anyway. It /is/ our flat. -JW

You: Right? -JW

Stranger: I need someone to talk to me, ask me questions. It keeps me thinking. -SH

You: I'll be there in a few then. Until then, talk to your skull. I'm sure he's interested in what you have to say. -JW

Stranger: Mrs. Hudson's snatched him again. Said he was scaring the clients off. -SH

You: Of course. Though it could easily be a prop if you don't look too closely. I'm coming up to the door now. And it appears I forgot my key. Can you let me in without falling down the stairs? -JW

Stranger: Maybe. But I can't make any promises. -SH

You: Fine. Is Mrs. Hudson there? Have her let me in. I don't want to have to stitch up your head if you take a tumble. -JW

You: I also personally don't want to owe her for a new door if I break this one down. -JW

Stranger: No, no, I'll be fine. I'm coming down now. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock walks carefully down the stairs, loudly stumbling over a couple of them. He manages to make it to the door in one piece.

You: John can hear some slight banging, and groans, hoping that Sherlock wasn't lying at the bottom of the stairs in a bloody heap. He banged on the door a little. "Sherlock, let me in!"

Stranger: Sherlock opens the door for his flatmate. "Relax, I told you I'd be fine, didn't I?"

You: John snorts and rolls his eyes. "You did, but I wasn't sure I could believe you. And someone who is 'fine' doesn't make those noises coming down stairs." He pushes past Sherlock so that he's at least inside the door. "Now, what do you want me to make to eat? And you can talk to me while I'm making whatever it is, if it helps." He folds his arms and gives Sherlock a stern look, noting how painfully skinny the other man was.

Stranger: "You don't have to do this, you know. I'd be fine without food," Sherlock points out.

You: "I don't believe you for a minute. Besides, /who's/ the doctor here?" John smiles a bit before ascending the stairs. "Will you be fine coming back up, or do you want me to help?"

Stranger: "Of course I'll be fi--" he stops talking as he trips over a step.

You: John catches Sherlock quickly, his arms under the taller man's. "Yeah, fine. That's obvious. Come on, you git." He pulls Sherlock up and keeps an arm out for him to hold onto.

Stranger: Sherlock stubbornly denies taking John's arm for a while, but the second time he stumbles, he unthinkingly clutches it to keep himself from falling.

You: John smiles when he feels Sherlock practically stumble into his arm. "There, now." He helps him up the last of the stairs of the flat, and sends him in the direction of the sofa to lie down. "I'm going to make some tea, and... er..." He thinks for a moment, trying to remember what they have to eat. "Toast. You'll eat toast." He heads to the kitchen and sets about making everything. "So how was your day?" He calls, knowing Sherlock want's to have his brain 'stimulated.'

Stranger: "Dull. No cases, you weren't home, Mrs. Hudson took my skull. There was nothing interesting to do." Sherlock lays down on the couch and closes his eyes, folding his hands to rest on his stomach.

You: John nods absently. "So no calls from anyone? Or did you ignore them all?" He sets some water to boil, and grabs the toast from the toaster, and begins to slather it with butter and jam.

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Stranger: "I got two from Lestrade and one from Mycroft, but the cases they offered were dull as usual." Sherlock sighs. ((sherlocksonic.tumblr.com :D Yours?))

You: "What were the cases about? And you really should answer Mycroft every once in a while. He worries about you, you know." John finishes making the tea and grabs the plate of toast. He perches on the arm of the couch above Sherlock's head and offers them to him. "Sit up. It's bad to eat while laying down." ((cinder13.tumblr.com :D))

And then BAM. "Omegle understands if you hate it now, but Omegle still loves you." Your love is completely onesided, Omegle. Really. XD Plus, it wouldn't give me the link. ALADKJALSD.

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STOP IT WITH YOUR WORDS SAPIOROMANTIC ME IS NOT WANTING THIS ON THE VERGE OF SLEEP I NEED MY HEART BEATING STEADILY AND CALMLY AND NOT IN A (delightfully) AGITATED FASHION

I CANNOT BE STOPPED.