No Photoshop Needed.

But like, what if there was an alternate universe with soulmates and when you come of age, your soulmate's name appears on your wrist. And the name 'Holmes' appears on Molly's wrist and when she meets Sherlock, she jumps to the conclusion that he's her soulmate. She's confused and hurt when he consistently rebuffs her advances. How can he be so cruel if he's her soulmate?

But plot twist--her soulmate is the other Holmes brother: Mycroft.

I hate when the fixation starts dissipating and what was once like a super power of writing/drawing/reading gets swept away by the proverbial tornado that is real life

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

(two things can be true)

Moths and a crescent moon.

Insects, their ways and means of living. 1930.

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culverton smith: what’s the worst thing you can do to your very best friends?

me: idk blame them for ur wife’s death, show little to no care about their relapse and self-destructive behaviour, beat the crap out of them even tho they didnt even try to fight back, say ‘yes you did’ when they say that they deserve that bc they killed ur wife, then gaslight the whole damn thing?

me: who would do that to someone they consider a friend tho