💀Sherlock Holmes

My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know. RP/MV/Post S4

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Someday she will be a great detective like her godfather. Or possibly write a terrible blog like her father. #Sherlock

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@ofJohnWatson Though, unfortunately, you will have to.

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@ofJohnWatson Nope.

Except for occasional tape cases.

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@ofJohnWatson I study these things for a living, John. I know.

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@ofJohnWatson Only in the movies, John.

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@ofJohnWatson *He leans in close and examines the list. Then reaches around John and starts deleting bunches of them.*
Nope.
Nope.
Pointless.
Infantile.
It was the twin. Uninspired.
Boring...

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@ofJohnWatson Don’t write that one /at all/! Write the one about the cordwainer. My analysis of the different leathers used to pin point the thief was revolutionary!

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@ofJohnWatson Don’t write it at /all/. It was hardly a case. Any idiot could have solved it.

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Why do so many of you say you are “literate” in your bios? Since it is impossible to use Twitter without being able to read or write, I do not see the purpose.

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@TheArmyDoctor Mrs. Hudson first. Angelo. Then Lestrade. Molly took longer to assume. There were plenty of strangers as well. *He begins to list them to take his mind off the absolute terror of holding John's hand.*

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John
John
John
John!
John!
John!
John!!
John!!
John!!
John!!!
JOHN
JOHN
JOHN
JOHN
JOHN
JOHN
JOOOOOOOOHHHNNNN

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@TheArmyDoctor -then. There’s a blanket near a tree with a variety of desserts laid out on it, candles, and champagne.* Erm. Here.

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@TheArmyDoctor *He was in a daze. He dearly loved wearing his scarf but whoever would have guessed seeing John wear it could be even more delightful. He hardly replies. It’s more of a cough than a “you’re welcome”. Shortly after they come to a park and a spot in the park clearly meant for-