Little Holmes

seriously like you decide to audition for a fun little show about a band and next thing you know there’s a 5’3” manc ripping your clothes off on multiple occasions

“I actually adore David Jones. We don’t have a lot in common — it’s really amazing. [Micky] and I have a great deal in common and we’re pals, but I don’t have the same depth of feeling for him as I do Davy.”

“I kind of fell in love with Davy Jones.”

“My heart connection is biggest with Davy. Davy is capable of as much heart as anyone I’ve ever met. I kind of had a crush on Davy for a while.”

“Davy actually kinda got my heart.”

“I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. [. . .] He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with.”

“What I don’t often say is that I loved David the most.”

“It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–”

- Sherlock Holmes, the Adventure of the Three Garridebs

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In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.

“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”

It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”

He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.

“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”

Actually, Scully, it is.

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What if—

Steve Harrington has an audio processing disorder and that's why he was staring at Eddie's lips in the Upside Down? Like, he certainly doesn't mind staring, because they're attractive lips. But also, it wasn't initially due to infatuation or flirting.

And then, when everything is over, him and Eddie hang out a lot. And Eddie notices that Steve still stares at his lips—like a good 99% of the time. So he just leans in and kisses Steve.

And Steve like blue screens, essentially. Like that's his moment of realization? It's not like he wasn't aware of his feelings for Eddie, but he didn't realize how badly he wanted them to kiss. But now that it's happened, he has even more of a reason to keep staring at Eddie's lips. (Even though it definitely doesn't help that he stops listening and processing whatever Eddie's saying, because he just wants to kiss so bad. So Steve has to kiss Eddie every once in a while to shut him up and then ask for him to start over. And Eddie isn't bothered by this, just rolls his eyes and fakes annoyance.)

(This is brought to you by the fact that I stare at everybody's lips and yeah, sometimes I want a kiss. But also, what the fuck are you saying? I have to know.)

Edit: I reblogged already, but there's a little drabble now, if you're interested! The link can be found here!

yeah you call yourself a punk but are you normal about addicts

Once a Bad Bitch always a Bad Bitch

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Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.