zeldathemes

The name is Sherlock Holmes. I am always accepting cases, but I won't accept it unless it's greater than a six. If you're here to merely converse, I suggest you either find something interesting to say or leave immediately. SH

I follow the tag: dontthinkimanangel

Don't think I'm an angel
I'm not a hero.

Why do people on Facebook tag their friends in comments? Like, there’s a share button for a reason.

This is why I stay on tumblr.

  #like really    #i go to the comments to read funny things    #not to read a bunch of blue fucking names    #ooc    #sorry    #personal  

I’m still alive!

Work just got crazy since we opened full time. Let me get through this week and then things will calm down.

  #ooc    #my life  

Easy Terms || Closed

jamieacquaatyourservice:

dontthinkimanangel:

jamieacquaatyourservice:

Jamie smirked. “Possessive, too, aren’t we?” she chuckled, sliding off the throne. Before he could stop her, she hooked an arm with his and looked up at him, smirking. “In that case, you ass, lead the way to your library. And get used to it,” she added as she nodded to their linked arms, “because we’re going to be expected to be a lot closer than this in the time to come, so we might as well start adjusting.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and started to pull away but stopped when a few servants hurried by. He groaned and reluctantly pulled her closer. “Getting used to it doesn’t mean we have to like it.” He shifted his arm and shook his head slightly. The contact felt odd and he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not—he wasn’t used to it.

Jamie matched his eye roll and gave a huff. “What, and you think I do like it? Hardly. You’re not exactly the most warm and cuddly man I’ve ever been close and cozy with.” She shrugged. “But I’m certainly trying to keep this from being as awkward as it could be. As awkward as it seems like it will be. God help you if you can’t so much as hold my hand by the wedding night, because there’s going to be a whole other slew of problems to worry about.” It was reluctantly that she led him lead; even though she had no idea where they were headed, Jamie liked to take the lead. Even in dancing- especially in dancing. “I don’t suppose you dance at all.”

Sherlock looked incredulously at her. “Because things always have to be problematic.” He took a few sudden turns, walking slowly since he had to match her pace. “I do love dancing, though. The way the steps play into the music… I find it beautiful.” He shrugged and glanced around. “You know I’ll always have to lead, though. Especially once we’re married.” It was both the fact that he had a dominant personality and that he was the prince and would be King.

  #jamieacquataatyourservice    #easyterms  

Easy Terms || Closed

jamieacquaatyourservice:

dontthinkimanangel:

jamieacquaatyourservice:

"I despise you a little," she admitted, casually sliding from sitting on the floor to sitting in the king’s throne, wondering if he’d notice. "Before coming here today, all I had to remember you by was the one time we met as children. You were a right ass, if I remember correctly." Jamie looked around nervously, as if her mother would still be there to scold her for her language. "And you didn’t exactly do much to improve it this morning." Stretching out, she sighed and cracked her stiff joints. "When my brother was still alive, Papa would have us study together- it’s how I learned to fight. Books, though, that’s a love all my own- I could spend days with my books." She sat up. "Will you? Show me your library? I promise I won’t damage anything."

Sherlock glanced back at her and his eyebrow shot up, his hand clenching around his cup. “My throne. Off.” He started toward her, casually sipping his water. He stood in front of her, waving his hands until she decided to move, his brow furrowed. “I am an ass. It’s one of the only ways I’ve found to avoid being bored to death by people.” He stopped and looked her over as he finished his water. “Never mind, I’ll show you the library.”

Jamie smirked. “Possessive, too, aren’t we?” she chuckled, sliding off the throne. Before he could stop her, she hooked an arm with his and looked up at him, smirking. “In that case, you ass, lead the way to your library. And get used to it,” she added as she nodded to their linked arms, “because we’re going to be expected to be a lot closer than this in the time to come, so we might as well start adjusting.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and started to pull away but stopped when a few servants hurried by. He groaned and reluctantly pulled her closer. “Getting used to it doesn’t mean we have to like it.” He shifted his arm and shook his head slightly. The contact felt odd and he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not—he wasn’t used to it.

  #jamieacquataatyourservice    #easyterms  

Easy Terms || Closed

jamieacquaatyourservice:

dontthinkimanangel:

jamieacquaatyourservice:

"I despise you a little," she admitted, casually sliding from sitting on the floor to sitting in the king’s throne, wondering if he’d notice. "Before coming here today, all I had to remember you by was the one time we met as children. You were a right ass, if I remember correctly." Jamie looked around nervously, as if her mother would still be there to scold her for her language. "And you didn’t exactly do much to improve it this morning." Stretching out, she sighed and cracked her stiff joints. "When my brother was still alive, Papa would have us study together- it’s how I learned to fight. Books, though, that’s a love all my own- I could spend days with my books." She sat up. "Will you? Show me your library? I promise I won’t damage anything."

Sherlock glanced back at her and his eyebrow shot up, his hand clenching around his cup. “My throne. Off.” He started toward her, casually sipping his water. He stood in front of her, waving his hands until she decided to move, his brow furrowed. “I am an ass. It’s one of the only ways I’ve found to avoid being bored to death by people.” He stopped and looked her over as he finished his water. “Never mind, I’ll show you the library.”

Jamie smirked. “Possessive, too, aren’t we?” she chuckled, sliding off the throne. Before he could stop her, she hooked an arm with his and looked up at him, smirking. “In that case, you ass, lead the way to your library. And get used to it,” she added as she nodded to their linked arms, “because we’re going to be expected to be a lot closer than this in the time to come, so we might as well start adjusting.”

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Easy Terms || Closed

jamieacquaatyourservice:

dontthinkimanangel:

jamieacquaatyourservice:

"I imagine all you really need to know is along the lines of ‘are you going to kill me in my sleep’ and ‘is six kids too many’, wouldn’t you think?” she sighed grudgingly. “And I’m not ready to answer those just yet.” Jamie cocked her head and looked at him. “I dunno, are we going to get along? I like my swords, and my books, and racing my horse. I can’t cook to save my life. Sewing is a disastrous venture for me. And children have an innate fear of me.” She offered a little smile. “Things like that, I guess? Don’t want to have you asking me to, say, fix your shirts without knowing they’ll be coming back in shreds.”

"For the record, I won’t kill you in your sleep. Or while you’re awake." He let a small smile cross his lips for a moment as he stood up and stretched. "I like swords, books are marvelous—maybe I’ll show you my library—there’s numerous cooks here, numerous women to do the sewing, and children are terrified of me." He stopped and thought it over as he poured himself another thing of water. "You seem… decent enough…" He stopped and took a deep breath. "It’s not you that I despise. It’s this situation. The fact that this is being forced upon us."

"I despise you a little," she admitted, casually sliding from sitting on the floor to sitting in the king’s throne, wondering if he’d notice. "Before coming here today, all I had to remember you by was the one time we met as children. You were a right ass, if I remember correctly." Jamie looked around nervously, as if her mother would still be there to scold her for her language. "And you didn’t exactly do much to improve it this morning." Stretching out, she sighed and cracked her stiff joints. "When my brother was still alive, Papa would have us study together- it’s how I learned to fight. Books, though, that’s a love all my own- I could spend days with my books." She sat up. "Will you? Show me your library? I promise I won’t damage anything."

Sherlock glanced back at her and his eyebrow shot up, his hand clenching around his cup. “My throne. Off.” He started toward her, casually sipping his water. He stood in front of her, waving his hands until she decided to move, his brow furrowed. “I am an ass. It’s one of the only ways I’ve found to avoid being bored to death by people.” He stopped and looked her over as he finished his water. “Never mind, I’ll show you the library.”

  #jamieacquataatyourservice    #easyterms  

OPEN

"I don’t know what to say… How to handle this…"

  #open    #open thread    #open starter    #here ya go    #feely sherlock    #sentimental sherlock  

Easy Terms || Closed

jamieacquaatyourservice:

dontthinkimanangel:

jamieacquaatyourservice:

"I would have told you if you’d only asked," she grumbled. As defiantly as she could, Jamie stood in front of him and placed her hands on her hips. "I don’t take well to being manipulated, Sherlock. However much effort you intend to put into this union, be sure that at the very least you don’t try that again."

After a moment’s consideration, in the most benevolent gesture she’d made all day, she sat at the foot of the throne, looking up at him. At the very least… what would be the harm in trying? At the very worst, he remained insufferable and inconsiderate and she could slap him again. “What else do you want to know? You already know that I’m not going to sit by and be quiet or let you use me. Is that all you were hoping to find out?”

Sherlock watched her and grabbed his water, downing it in one gulp. “Most people don’t, but it works well to get what you want.” He shrugged and ran his hand through his sweaty curls. 

His eyebrows shot up when she sat down and he shifted around uncomfortably in the chair. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “What kind of information is relevant to a marriage, to ruling a country?” Despite the harsh exterior he put out, he was terrified about the marriage. He didn’t know how to handle women or anything pertaining to that.

"I imagine all you really need to know is along the lines of ‘are you going to kill me in my sleep’ and ‘is six kids too many’, wouldn’t you think?” she sighed grudgingly. “And I’m not ready to answer those just yet.” Jamie cocked her head and looked at him. “I dunno, are we going to get along? I like my swords, and my books, and racing my horse. I can’t cook to save my life. Sewing is a disastrous venture for me. And children have an innate fear of me.” She offered a little smile. “Things like that, I guess? Don’t want to have you asking me to, say, fix your shirts without knowing they’ll be coming back in shreds.”

"For the record, I won’t kill you in your sleep. Or while you’re awake." He let a small smile cross his lips for a moment as he stood up and stretched. "I like swords, books are marvelous—maybe I’ll show you my library—there’s numerous cooks here, numerous women to do the sewing, and children are terrified of me." He stopped and thought it over as he poured himself another thing of water. "You seem… decent enough…" He stopped and took a deep breath. "It’s not you that I despise. It’s this situation. The fact that this is being forced upon us."

  #jamieacquataatyourservice    #easyterms