Why are you asking me questions, anyway?

I’ve had better days. Thanks, I think.

That episode’s my favourite! 

No, no, everything’s fine. (And Sherlock hasn’t even set anything on fire this week.) I suppose I just haven’t been making much time for blogging lately — between work and Sherlock and the holidays, there’s not a lot of time to spare.

I don’t dislike him the way Sherlock does, but I don’t generally care for people who feel they need to make their points with personal insults. We aren’t exactly friendly.

dontasksherlock:

I hate every single one of you. You live each and every day exactly as your last, with your mindless routines and your desperation to fit into a society that pushes labels onto ill fitting boxes. I might find it amusing if it weren’t all so utterly hateful.

Oh, but it’s fine, isn’t it? Because you’re all happy. Witless and ignorant and absolutely blissful, so that makes it fine. You all fall in line to become another puzzle piece that’s pushed and shoved into the wrong slot, like a piece of paper being forced into a more efficient position to get the job done.

Paper rips, though. There’s always some flaw behind their logic.

I’d like to set the world on fire. I think I might. They make it all so easy.

SH

Sherlock….

Sherlock likes to make an impression. If he didn’t have a swishy coat it would be a cloak or some other fool thing.

(And he certainly doesn’t do any spinning around when he thinks anyone’s watching.)

dontasksherlock:

why-ask-me:

Apparently, Halloween is an excellent opportunity to observe people. Which doesn’t really sound like a good time to me, but Sherlock’s inability to keep his observations to himself meant it was never dull.

By which I mean I lost count of the number of fights we managed to get into — and that we were kicked out of three pubs, four private parties, and a Tesco. I’m still not entirely sure how that last one happened.

You forgot about Trafalgar Square.

SH

I’m pretty sure I’ll never forget about Trafalgar Square.

I really wish you wouldn’t call him that.

Apparently, Halloween is an excellent opportunity to observe people. Which doesn’t really sound like a good time to me, but Sherlock’s inability to keep his observations to himself meant it was never dull.

By which I mean I lost count of the number of fights we managed to get into — and that we were kicked out of three pubs, four private parties, and a Tesco. I’m still not entirely sure how that last one happened.

((Sorry everyone! Real life came up and bit me. I’ll be back and answering questions as soon as I find the time. The ask box is open — and I’ll get around to unanswered questions sometime soon. (Sometimes I’m just not inspired with a good answer to a question, but I try to get around to them all eventually!)))