Hello! You can call me Sebastian. I'm 19 year old who is pan and genderqueer, and I blog about consulting criminals, Sherlock, Cabin Pressure, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Avengers and sometimes other random stuff, like Star Trek and Star Trek TNG. Though Mostly Sherlock. Feel free to drop me an ask! ((especially if you're from MA because I swear there is no one in this fucking state)) I love hearing from people. Hugs to you all!
say? Actually, she had her hair like that because it was easier to keep out of the way when dealing with her corpses. She wore lipstick to make herself feel good, act as a bit of extra courage. And to be perfectly honest, she was at a healthy weight, and even if she had a bit of podge, it wasn't life destroying. She still looked stunning in dresses, still made Lestrade and John's jaw drops. So screw him, she was better than that. She was her own self, who didn't owe anybody anything. [end]
Sherlock's comment rattled away in her ears, sneaking out every so often, just to remind her when she was feeling bad. "Domestic bliss must suit you..." She could hear his snide tone, and still blushed awkwardly at her feeble reply. Locked up in her office, scratching away at dozens of reports she felt overwhelmed. Why did she care so much about what he said, about her hair, her lips, her weight. She was just sick of his whole attitude. It was her life godammit! Why should he get the final [c]
Someone’s probably in love with you right now, even though you think you’re boring and stupid and smell bad most of the time, someone probably saw you last week and wiped their sweaty hands on the insides of their pockets and thought about your body under your clothing and about how you would look asleep in their bed