'Q' Holmes

@thequartermasterholmes | meme

     he would be lying if he said he wasn’t amused. not a lot of people have the sass ( or perhaps, in this case, the impatience ) to mouth off to Sherlock. the only problem is that he is a persistent bastard as well. as the man walks away, Sherlock speeds his pace and moves in front of him again. sidestepping to block his way, he presses the file against his chest.

It was times like this that made Q grateful for the wealth of patience and stubbornness accumulated from working with double 0 agents and some of the incompetent staff that MI6 managed to hire. Even if he did get the feeling that this was going to be as or more trying than any of that.

‘  life— the thing that happens to us.  ’

‘  you owe no one your forgiveness.  ’

‘  how’s that for a happily ever after?  ’

‘  silence has always been my loudest scream.  ’

‘  when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me.  ’

‘  “no” is short for “fuck off.”  ’

‘  you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.  ’

‘  i bet you regret making an enemy out of me.  ’

‘  we cannot control what we remember  ’

‘  i don’t even believe in people.  ’

‘  it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are  ’

‘  i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.  ’

‘  whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise.  ’

‘  i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if  they were upturned from a glass.  ’

‘  resist much, obey little.  ’

‘  be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.  ’

‘  i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill.  ’

‘  i deserved someone who was willing to stay  ’

‘  you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts  ’

‘  time doesn’t obey our commands  ’

‘  girls like her were born in a storm.  ’

‘  only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.  ’

‘  people aren’t born sad; we make them that way.  ’

‘  some people are born with tornados in their lives  ’

‘  there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.  ’

‘  tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves—  ’

‘  some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.  ’

‘  these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.  ’

‘  and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ’

‘  but what could you possibly see in her?  ’

‘  everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.  ’

‘  did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul?  ’

‘  you clutter my mind  ’

‘  i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies  ’

‘  i long for a life i have control of  ’

‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

‘  don’t be afraid of getting hurt  ’

The perfect starters (always accepting)

Sherlock stayed silent, eyes narrowing slightly as he considered this option. He watched the other, keeping eye contact with his piercing gaze before uttering a rather simple reply - eyes still unmoving. “Fair enough.”

“Sounds like days down at the surgery.  Not much action but a sure lot of paperwork.”  Which sounded as much fun as it really was.  Thankfully John had his work withSherlock to fulfill the part of him that demanded adventure and excitement.  The surgery simply paid the bills.

John chuckled as he went off to start the tea.  “I’d take electronics over appendages every day.  Though, I have a feeling that there was probably more to it than that.”  No Holmes could be that polite, could they?  Mere electronics?  It seemed like heaven to John.

“The problem is when I can’t delegate.Then I end up practically swimming in paper no matter how much I try to transfer to electronics to save space. It can be rather infuriating. I should be working more than 24 hours a day with the amount of it sometimes,” he rolled his eyes and chuckled as he worked at the laptop.

“Most of them are non-toxic.” He scoffs lightly. Although realistically he wouldn’t care for a cat. Pets took up too much time, no matter how independent it was. “Have you told mummy about this yet?”

The prince looked up from his book with a small smile. The youngest of three siblings, he was lucky enough to be aware that he would probably never be king. Mycroft would take the throne, and would probably marry and produce heirs of his own, and even if he did not, Sherlock would be next in line. Granted, the thought of Sherlock being king was…interesting to say the least, but as third in line, Quillan could be fairly relaxed and enjoy the privileges of his position without having too many burdens placed on his shoulders.

{🌼} She watches him for a moment, as it takes awhile to sink in, before her eyes widen. She can’t believe it, but the risk is too much for her to take as she goes into a curtsey, ‘Forgive me, your highness..” She bit her lip, looking quite ASHAMED.