Your muse sees mine up for sale at an auction. How much would your muse pay to buy them and why?

ask-bloody-fundanny:

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

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sherlockseyewrinkles:

“I don’t know I haven’t decided yet,”

"But I don’t understand why
             you’re making this your problem.”

"I don’t want to see you make the wrong decision…”

sherlockseyewrinkles:

_{+ mollythehooper}

_{“… ”}

_{“Sort of”}

“Just sort of?”

“When did you get here?”

ofmurders-deactivated20141004:

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter. 

{song generated: oceans by coldplay }

_{“I’m trying to change.”}

“You’re really trying to?”

donotappalme:

    He knew the answer before she even gave it, and though he flinched slightly when she reached out to touch him, he allowed her to leave her hand there, accepting the comforting gesture.

    “I’ve been drugged.” he growled, though his stomach rolled once more, and the statement about going to bed wasn’t an unwelcome one. Though he didn’t intend to go alone. He needed the comfort, not that he would admit it to even himself, but he also needed someone to watch over him. The drugs weren’t quite out of his system yet, and he’d need someone there with him in case something were to go wrong.

    “Alright.” he nods, grabbing her arm to steady himself further. “Where’s your room.”

Molly’s eyes never left Sherlock for a moment now as she lead him across the room to her bed. She still wondered how he had found his way into her flat, but that was no where near the top of her concerns now.

He had said he had been drugged and she trusted his judgement, knowing that he would know how he felt now better than she could decipher. “We’re already in my bedroom, Sherlock.”

At her bedside, she pushed back the sheets, moving him again a moment later so he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. “How are you feeling? Did you want me to get you anything?”

onemansinsanity-onecatsreality:

       ^{Wow, wow, wow; what a journey it has been! From the days that are nothing but angst & feels from those crack filled nights & everything in between, it has certainly been a year to remember. Even through the hiatuses and the troubling times, you guys have become partners, close friends, and a family I can turn to — always & forever. As I have said before, there are no words that I can form to thank you for your patience through the months and the laughs you’ve shared ( from the light times to when I really needed them ). Whilst I wish I could thank each and every one of you dearly for impacting my writing life & beyond, I sadly can only offer you my love in the most way I could. So here’s to you, for you, because of you.}

             ^{—- But first, the rules!}

Guidelines;

      ↳ ^{You must be following this little kitten ( it is a giveaway for followers after all!)}
      ↳ ^{It does not matter if you follow during the duration of the giveaway but I do kindly ask that you do not unfollow after.}
      ↳ ^{Both likes & reblogs do count in your favor but please, be courteous to your followers.}
      ↳ ^{I do ask that only roleplay blogs enter; no personals this time!End Date will be set to Aug. 25 but may be subject to change.}

                   ^{Now on to the fun stuff!}

Prizes;

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     ↳♚ A graphic based on your character / blog.}

^{First Place; ( Two Winners! )
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* Icons will vary on number due to the availability of screencaps of the given face claim. If there are an insufficient amount of screencaps for the first initial face claim given, a second face claim could be suggested to continue with icons being made, and so on and so on.
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donotappalme:

    What happened, what happened… What. Happened. Sherlock pulls in a sharp breath, lips forming a tight smile before he gazes up at Molly carefully.

    “I don’t recall anything.” He states bluntly, brows furrowing before he pushes himself up and stalks towards her quickly. His legs are off balanced, like a fawn, and he reaches out for the wall quickly to steady himself.

    “I was sweating… my clothes are sticky. Taste of bile… got sick. Molly,” he motions her over. “Check my eyes, are they dilated?”

Doing as she was told, Molly was already halfway to Sherlock’s side when he asked her to come over. She’d seen the way he’d stumbled before and had grown concerned immediately as she’d never seen him do anything like that before.

She held out a hand to steady him, holding her hand in close to be able to help him if he were to stumble again.

Sherlock’s theory of his eyes being diluted, causing a frown to appear on the pathologist’s face. “They are… Come on and get into bed. You shouldn’t be moving around now. Not when you’re like this.”