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!
Sherlock bent over and fingered the wax seal, furrowing his brow before emptying the contents onto the table. Watson leaned over to look and gasped. <<I know,>> you whispered, <<murder is not the prettiest thing to see photographed. However, as you can plainly see, the person who is dead is the one Moriarty cares for the most.>> Both men looked up from the photos immediately. <<And I,>> you looked straight at both of them, <<Was the one who killed him.>>