really high john

Bad Boy
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *nursing a cut above Sherlock's eye* I can't believe she actually punched you.
  • Sherlock: *winced* People don't like it when their affair is exposed to their entire family, even if the murderer was caught. Lesson learned.
  • Molly: *smirks* You were showing off.
  • Sherlock: A bit.
  • Molly: *smoothes his hair aside* There. Good as new. Try not to entice anymore guilty widows to punch you, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's me, Molly.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Still... *ruffles his hair; thoughtful* looks hot, though. I always did like a bad boy *giggles; leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow*
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *reading on her sofa*
  • -knocking-
  • Molly: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *gently prodding his black eye; wincing* Didn't work...
  • Molly: *arms folded* Another widow.
  • Sherlock: An old lady. Someone tried to mug her *shrugs* I stepped in.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* Oh...
  • Sherlock: *gestures* May I...
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Sorry, yes. Right *pulls him inside* err, sit down. I-I'll just... *hurries to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *smirks*
the london eye
  • john: um, sure... sherlock, are you ok with that?
  • sherlock: w-well, s-sure, um, i, uh, i-i, have to, uh, g-go to, um, over here now. *walks away*
  • john: sherlock! come back!
  • sherlock: *keeps walking*
  • john: *chases him with rosie at his heels*
  • john: sherlock, are you afraid of heights?
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • john:
  • rosie:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • john: come on, you'll be fine, you'll have me this time, no moriarty.
  • rosie: *jumping up and down with an ice cream cone that is now dripping everywhere* YEAH COME ON DAD!!!
  • sherlock: o-ok
  • -on the london eye-
  • john: see? it's not so bad.
  • sherlock: *sitting in a ball in the middle of the floor shaking*
  • rosie: *practically hanging off the edge*
  • john: oh god you're actually really afraid.
  • sherlock: *nods*
  • john: *squats down and wraps his arms around sherlock* it's ok, i've got you.
  • john: *looks out* hmm, i never noticed how high up this is...
  • sherlock:
  • john:
  • john: oh shit, were up really really high...
  • john:
  • john: *in a ball right next to sherlock, shaking and holding on to him*
  • rosie: *tries to throw her ice cream at a bird* DAMMIT I MISSED
  • rosie: *turns around and sees them* oh, you guys are afraid... OK THEN *jumps and shakes the floor* AHAHAHHAHAHA
  • (yes, i'm aware that you can't actually throw anything or hang off the london eye, but i like it better this way and it's funnier)

I just want to tell everyone that you should check out A Summer High’s new music video for their EP. The song’s called Pretty Little Liar, and if you’re a fan of Colleen (colliscool) then you should check out the video. She’s in it btw, anyways have a wonderful day or night!

Also, Luke just loves mustard as you can see


Don’t let me down, Jo.


This ain’t no wow now
They all been put down
Who ain’t dead yet
Fled to die closer to the shore
This ain’t no wow no more

Do you ever wonder what would have happened to the beta kids if they’d returned to human society after the game? Because ive always thought of an ending where they all go back to the day john turned 13 and started reliving their lives from that moment.

Mainly I would think of 2 paths: 1) they keep contacting each other, move in together and live happily ever after, or 2) they all go insane because they’re traumatized for life and cant fit in anymore.

But then i thought about another ending, where they all resume their lives but kind of..drift apart.
I mean we all have friends that we used to know but stopped contacting as we grew up, so why not them too?
Sure right after the game they would chat to each other on pesterchum, talk about moving in after collage, etc. but then they grow up more, some start high school, and everyone starts becoming so busy that they naturally drift away from each other.

And then, maybe someday; persterchum would shut down.

Everyone would think ‘hey its no big deal, we’ll just use something else’ - and they do find a substitute for it - but something would feel off. Not right. Different.
They would try do go back to the old days, chat a lot, tell everyone about their ongoing lives - but it doesn’t work. The conversations would slowly dwindle down to once a day, once a few days, once a week, and then..almost never.

They might meet up once in a while after they grow up, but that’s about it. Everyone is living their own lives now and Sburb feels so surreal, something more like a bad childhood dream rather than reality. None of the kids try to bring the story up around each other because theyre not sure if it was even a real thing.

All they remember is that they met on the internet, and have known each other ever since.