Who Did It Better? 002

Who did it better? 002

Red Hair:

Clary Fairchild vs. America Singer vs. Amarantha  vs. Lucien Vanserra 

“Whether you see their relationship as platonic or romantic, their’s is one of needing each other always, even when they don’t particularly want to need each other. Watson would follow Holmes to the end of the Earth, and Holmes would become lost within himself without Watson.”

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! KIT AND TY OR WHAT!? DO YOU SEE WHAT @cassandraclare DID RIGHT THERE!? IcOnIc

The Detective and His Doctor

There will never be a greater partnership than that of Holmes and Watson. 

Whether you see their relationship as platonic or romantic, their’s is one of needing each other always, even when they don’t particularly want to need each other. Watson would follow Holmes to the end of the Earth, and Holmes would become lost within himself without Watson.

A crop and a laptop, a knife and a watch, a violin and a cup of tea, a bottle of pills and an itchy trigger finger, a death wish in the form of a syringe or a pistol. 

His drug and his war.

Two halves of a whole, destined soulmates, irrevocably linked. 

Moriarty nor Magnussen could never elicit a world such that Holmes or Watson would be separated, whether through death or otherwise.

Mycroft and Lestrade would support and protect both men undoubtedly, but Holmes and Watson would do such for each other until their dying breath. 

Mary or Irene could only provide a romantic relationship which would fall lifetimes short of what these two men could offer each other, if given the chance.

Across countless different lifetimes, storylines, and universes, there is always the lighting sharp wit and the strong, steady patience, the brain and the heart, the druggie and the soldier, the scientist and the blogger, the detective and the doctor.

Always the detective and his doctor.

And it is always 1895.

I do not want to go home yet please stay here with me or don't this silence is an oxymoron quiet and filling soft and jagged breathless deep breaths This lonely is heavy drawn hotel curtains is permanent blue-grey winter twilight is days spent staring at the constellations of my ceiling 

I do not want to go home yet I know life is beautiful for some people sometimes just not today stay here with me leave me alone with you go away please don't, stay please don't stay with me here here we are only what we are not what we imagine I am tired of imagining I want to be real with you

I want                                                                                                                 

not to go home 

yet

please

don't make me

When She Tells You That She Loves You For The First Time

When she tells you she loves you, for the first time It will be over the phone You will hold your breath You have not misheard her, though you will wonder if you have You will wonder if she can hear your heartbeat over the line You will wonder, if your's quieted, if you would be able to hear hers You will wonder if she has hung up You will double check that the call is still running Just in case You will contemplate both running and hanging up Just in case Just in case she meant it, just in case she didn't When she tells you she loves you, for the first time   You will want to believe it, with everything you do not have left Believe it I promise you that she means it, with everything she does not have left When she tells you she loves you, for the first time This will not be the first time either of you have imagined her putting these words into the space between you But this is the first time she has given you a chance to catch them, to catch her And is that not love? Two people, using the words I love you like the salvation of echolocation Letting the sound out, waiting for it to hit the other person Waiting for the echo to return to realize how far or close something is to you The echo that will help you orientate yourself in this dark cave of a world where we have all gone blind When she tells you she loves you, for the first time It will be over the phone You will reply, you will wish she would have hung up, you will wish you would have run, but you will reply You will wish you hadn't, but you will reply You will either echo her words back to her and realize how close you two really are or You will echo her words back to her and realize how far you two really are or You will say something stupid and hang up... and call her back, and echo her words back When she tells you she loves you, for the first time Smile. Let the melody thrum in your veins and sing you to sleep Let it be what wakes you in the morning and keeps you awake

When she tells you she loves you, for the first time Smile. Let yourself believe she means it I promise you she thinks she does 

Random Facts About Me : A Tag

I just reached 350 followers!? Thank you so much, everyone, for putting up with all my weirdness :)

Started by @hey-its-me-livia  (very lovely, thank you for your contribution) I was tagged by @birdyloverlightwood-bane (thanks girl!) Rules: State facts about yourself. It can be anything so get random af people

I’d love to go to Germany someday

I can’t swim...or ride a bike...yes I know, it’s sad

 I’ve worn the same pair of glasses since I got them in 5th grade

I’m an absolute sucker for book quotes, I will quote them in the most random situations

My name means pure in Arabic 

My favourite food is cake (yEs It CoUnTs DoNt YoU dArE tRy AnD tElL mE oThErWiSe) 

Tagging: @allduckskneelbeforeme @stryga-came-through @babebookish @harrybpoetry  @octavianblackthorn @sunsetsandspilledpoetry @dolores-hazy

BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING TO BE CUTE LIKE "The Boy With The Bread" BUT IT DIDNT WORK AND THIS IS THE TEA SIS

...me and the red queen series have a tense relationship but i preach the truth I swear

Question: What is with calling Kilorn “the fish boy” non-stop in Glass Sword. Like? We get it, he was a fisherman?