I Think It’s Best

(This story was inspired by the song Love Love Love by Of Monsters and Men, and can also be read in time with the song if you wish. If so, load the entire story first below the cut before playing the song.)

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People wonder.

People always wonder about the strange things in life, idly picking at that which they do not understand. It’s the natural response for the average human brain when faced with the strange, the outlandish, the unusual. They stand on the sidelines of their lives, seeing but not observing, questioning but not examining, asking themselves things they can never hope to answer because they do not care enough to try. It’s pathetic, and it is the natural state of things. It is how things always have been, and always shall be.

People wonder why you continue to stay after all this time, why you “deal” with me and with all that I do. What could drive such an honest, kind, and respectable man to follow in the footsteps of a lunatic, what could make you throw away a good life in favor of the insanity of mine? They wonder what could possibly make a man like you wish to share your existence with a man like me when you have so many other options. You are not like me, after all. You are not alone in this world, isolated by your own choices and unable to exist with the world you scorn. You have friends, not colleagues. Lovers, not acquaintances. A life, not an existence. People wonder, what you can see in me.

I wonder too.

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aspenaire:

in a world of locked doors, the man with the key is king

aspenaire:

in a world of locked doors, the man with the key is king




Do you know what he calls you?

Do you know what he calls you?




oh sinnerman

oh sinnerman



Oh sweet Jesus Someone Like You just came up on shuffle and I immediately burst into tears

NO. NO NO NO I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.



Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?



It’s over a week away, and I’m already getting seriously panicky about Reichenbach

SOMEBODY LIE TO ME AND SAY IT WILL BE OK.



Title: Yesterday (Was the Time of our Lives)

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Genre: Angst. All the angst.

Wordcount: ~1,400

Warnings: Gratuitous post-Reichenbach angst.

Summary: "In that moment, Sherlock learns two things: what it is to have a heart, and how it feels to have it shatter."

Author’s Notes: Loosely based on the song Someone Like You by Adele.

You are a coward, Sherlock Holmes. The detective takes another long pull on his cigarette, the fifth he has smoked this evening. You brought down the most dangerous criminal mastermind in the world and spent three years destroying his international network, and you can’t face your old flatmate. Pathetic. 

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marielikestodraw:

Reichenbach


And after the storm
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up.
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot,
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.
And I took you by the hand,
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
-After the Storm, Mumford and Sons

marielikestodraw:

Reichenbach

And after the storm

I run and run as the rains come

And I look up, I look up,

On my knees and out of luck,

I look up.

Night has always pushed up day

You must know life to see decay

But I won’t rot, I won’t rot,

Not this mind and not this heart,

I won’t rot.

And I took you by the hand,

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

-After the Storm, Mumford and Sons



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