i saw a gifset and ended up watching the entire show: a novel by me
Words really cannot describe how much I loathe using my husband’s Windows desktop, and I can’t do gifs, so just imagine someone exploding in a shower of fiery, volcanic rage and that will get you to the edge of the ballpark
shout out to thorin oakenshield for getting lost in the shire not once, but twice
too majestic to ask for directions
Even the ring wraiths asked for directions.
Even the ring wraiths asked for directions
frytha said: I'm sorry the depression is flaring up again, love. *hugs* As a prompt: How about Mary, Mrs Hudson and gratitude?
There’s snow on Mary’s red coat, on her butterfly scarf. Flakes glow bright as they stream beneath the streetlamps.
"Sherlock’s not in, dear," Martha says, tucking a wooden spoon into her apron pocket, "but I’ll tell him you came ‘round when he and John get home."
"Oh. Right." Mary swallows. "Thanks, Mrs Hudson. I really—if you could also just tell John that we… that I…."
Tears stream down Mary’s cheeks. One gloved hand wipes at her face; the other goes to her belly. Her mouth shakes.
Martha, who—whatever the young people think about her hearing—caught every word of the Watsons’ domestic that summer, has had enough silent meltdowns to know one when she sees it.
"Why don’t you come in, dear? There are biscuits in the oven, and I’ve just put the kettle on."
Mary nods and takes the handkerchief that Martha offers her. “Thank you,” Mary says, her voice shaky, “though I have to warn you, I’m awful company.”
Oh, love, Martha thinks, closing the front door against the cold, I’ve known so much worse than you.