#uuuuuuugg

The sad part is that tumblr really is the platform I'm looking for. I just have so many bad memories associated with it now, and the community only makes me anxious.

JUST BRING BACK 1313 YOU COWARDLY FUCKS!!!!

In case y'all missed the travesty that happened: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Star_Wars:_1313

He was finally home, his beloved London.

The case was solved and he was looking forward to a few restful days basking in his triumph.

The moment the air conditioned cab dropped him off in front of 221b, he grimaced as a wave of humid heat hit him full force.

Hurrying inside, he dropped his bags in the foyer. It wasn't any better in here, the only plus was being out of the direct scorching sunlight. He immediately shrugged out of his jacket and freed the top button of his shirt.

The heat became even more oppressive as he walked upstairs. He loved Baker Street, but when the air conditioning went out, it was positively brutal in the summer.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he smiled. The windows were all opened and every fan they owned was circulating the damp, hot air. And sitting on the couch in a sports bra and a pair of his boxers, hair in a messy bun, Molly had a pint of ice cream resting on her planet-sized belly, a spoon in her mouth.

Her eyes widened in delighted surprise and she set her ice cream aside, struggling to push herself up off the couch. He laughed and helped her to her feet, finding his little, fierce, 8-month pregnant wife utterly adorable. Oh, how he'd missed her. He rested his hand over their baby. Missed them.

After a proper welcome home snog, he settled beside her on the couch, his own pint of ice cream in hand, shirtless and down to his pants, as he told her about the case.