I will hunt you down, watch your back Cap.
(I don't mind it's public for a reason)
Really luv? Fine I turned my anon off. When can I smack that ass then?
Find yourself an opportunity, enjoy.
(also ignore me stalking your blog)
[Holmes Residency, childhood timeline]
11yo Sherlock, bursting in a room: Brother! What do you call it when you're straight but with vegetables?
18yo Mycroft:
18yo Mycroft: Vegetarian...?
11yo Sherlock: Ooo right! *runs out again*
18yo Mycroft, staring blankly: How does his brain work and why do I understand it...
those baby blues..
Need him.
Idk what about this man screams cryptid but honestly. This was fun.
Louis: Brother...am I ugly?
William: Nonsense. I'm looking at you right now you're the most beautiful boy in the world.
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Sherlock: Brother, am I ugly?
Mycroft, without looking up: Very much.
"It's her first time being a mother."
It's my first time being a child too. She can be a mother again, but I cannot be a child anymore.
It's so hard to fight with parents that broke their back to provide for you, a mother who raised you against so much injustice in your father's family. But she has left scars I cannot heal, pain that cannot be replaced, a void I cannot fill up, and a gaping emptiness that keeps on gnawing at my feet like an animal clawing at me cruelly. At night I'm left to cry in the blankets which are supposed to provide me warmth but acts as a shield instead. Everyday, every second. I know she didn't have the privilege to pursue her dreams, but how is it fair to rip mine apart? How is it fair to crush my hopes, my interests, my confidence. Telling me how useless I am, how no one will ever love me, how I will never be good for anything. Is this what a mother should be like?
Was her resentment towards her life born as me? Is that why I'm subjected to her venomous words and my silence? Her anger and my sadness? Her slaps and my bruises? While my brother recieves her calm and gentle love? It hurts because you know she's capable of loving, but not towards me. Towards him. And I'm left crying like a pathetic dog starving for a shred of affection.
I should pick up White Nights it's been sitting on my desk for far too long than I'm proud of. Gonna have to write down about it once I'm done for sure.
I started the semester with straight A's but now am not even straight anymore...