((We’re doing a prison workshop at school))

Fucking terrifying
The only reason I’m able to post this is because we have to go to the other school for a lesson and the police officers can’t see us on our phones
I DON’T WANT TO GO
Even if the workshop we were in was internet safety
‘all of you probably speak to someone you have never met face-to-face on the internet’

((Jawn and victor are talking. about sherlock.))

NO NONONONONO NOOOOOOOOO yay Hjchyvuignrhkj Sherlock couldn’t decide between them! He couldn’t just leave John because Victor is back but at the same time he couldn’t tell victor that he and john were together now because he still has a little bit of a ‘crush’ on him nooooooo They’re in separate universes but at the same time this could be a thing

((Recently my replies have been few and far between and at best my state of coherency and organisation has been erratic.))

Just a heads up: this will probably be long-ish and ranty. I’d put it under a read more but I can’t for varying reasons I don’t care to go into.

The short version: this week has been especially shit.

The long, less coherent version consisting of several points:

1) Taking Art as a GCSE is the worst decision I have made in my life to date. I took it originally as a calmer, self-indulgent subject. German GCSE is a struggle on most days, and Geography is a chore, so I needed something to vent with. I like(d) art, so I chose that. Meaning I couldn’t take Animal Care because it’s a double option slot. There was no way I was taking French or History, which left music, drama, PE, media or some other shitty things. Art is the most stressful subject I am currently taking. I lose sleep over it (i just gave up on my sketchbook which is due tomorrow), I am unhealthily stressed about it and I don’t even need the fucking grade. My stress is actually affecting my health.

2) My dad’s been abroad on and off for nearly a month now. He’s currently in Copenhagen and although it’s great that he’s got a good job and does well, it’d be nice to actually get to wake up and see him making tea or greet him when he gets home every now and again. He’s probably been in another country more than he has been in Britain.

3) My grandpa Henry had a massive stroke years ago when he was young which affected his mobility and speech. Recently (a few months ago?) he had a series of small strokes and scares, and his speech and memory has deteriorated further. We went up to Scotland to see him a few months ago and it was a struggle for even my dad to understand him. It’s upsetting because all six (long story) of my grandparents are getting more and more health scares and I’ve never lost a close family member before. I don’t want to.

4) On top of this week being generally shitty (nothing is going well ever), I get huge, crippling attacks of gender dysphoria with everything I do. I’m starting to feel paranoid about it. Before, I only got the odd twinge of dysphoria every now and again, but EVERYTHING is setting me off. Social interaction is a nightmare and the whole feeling of wanting to tear my own skin off has returned. I am dreading my birthday which is in under 2 weeks.

5) Some dickheads have decided to start picking on my brother again, even people in my year group. Kids are stealing his money from him, and apparently if he tried to stop them they would ‘kick his head in’. He won’t even tell us what actually happens at school and won’t talk to the teachers. They’d probably ignore me because I’m just his big sister (FUCKING DYSPHORIA). People ask me fucking stupid questions like ‘is he socially awkard or something?’ and right now I just snap. ‘NO HE’S NOT HE’S FUCKING AUTISTIC. GOOGLE ASPERGER’S SYNDROME AND EDUCATE YOURSELF.’

welp. That sort-of kinda helped a bit.

A different way of making friends || college!lock || Victor Trevor

mr-trevor:

consulting—dick:

Sherlock sighed and dug his hands further into his pockets as he walked briskly through campus to Chapel. He didn’t exactly want to go, but it was expected of him. Boring. He’d probably just deduce more about his classmates and stare at the ceiling in boredom for a few hours. 

He was just crossing across the grass towards the chapel when he spotted a small dog tearing towards him and another man, probably its owner, chasing after it. He frowned and carried on walking until the dog reached him and promptly sank its teeth into his ankle. He cried out and stopped moving, bending down to try and coax the bull terrier’s jaw away from his leg.

Victor yawned widely. Gloria woke him up every morning at seven in the morning on the dot for a walk but last night he’d hardly caught a wink of sleep due to a nasty paper… “Slow down, Gloria,” he called groggily. Just a circuit around campus, then he’d get Gloria back to his rooms, get dressed, and…he blinked at his empty hand where the leash had just been moments ago. What..

He glanced up and saw Gloria tearing off towards a lone figure walking down the path. “Gloria- get back here!” Victor took off after her, but she was already latching on to the poor man’s ankle. When he was close enough Victor grabbed her and was careful not to jostle her too much while her teeth were dug in the student’s skin, pressing his fingers against the hinges of Gloria’s jaw until she let go.

“God, I’m so sorry. She really did an number on you. Sit, Gloria.” He glanced up and straightened. “I’ll take you to the nurse’s wing. I’m so sorry…”

Sherlock straightened carefully, trying not to wobble. His ankle was bleeding and he frowned at the dull throb of pain that went through it as he shifted his weight, glaring at the dog before looking up at the owner with disdain. He seemed genuinely apologetic and concerned, but Sherlock wasn’t interested. 

“Don’t bother. I can manage.” he said icily, turning to start walking in the direction of the nurse’s wing, wincing as another stab of pain went through his ankle. At least he wouldn’t have to go to Chapel… “Just make sure to keep a firmer hold on your dog next time.” he muttered, taking a step and clenching his jaw, determined not to need help. He started slowly limping away, speculating about the damage the dog had caused and calculating the force of her jaws to distract himself.

“Yes?” Sherlock looked up from what he was doing with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, reall-” he was interrupted by her kissing him. He froze up for a second then responded, deciding to just go with it.

lucy-vanpelt:

anditslove:

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sagebot:

#at first:  #what  #this isnt funny  #ok  #then:  #OMG  #HAHAHAHA  #WHDURHURHFUEHW LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL  

Kept watching because of the tags…WORTH IT.

OMG JUST HEAR ME OUT. LISTEN TO THE WHOLE THING

I LOVE YOU