Take. Me. With. You.

cumberbitchsandwich:

br0-harry:

doodle break

This is my happy place.

Tagged: SherlockJohn Watson

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crayoladinosaurs:

dramatis-echo:

IfIwasn’teverythingyouthinkIam,everythingthatIthinkIam,wouldyoustillwanttohelpme?We’renotacouple.Yesyouare.HOUND.Ioweyouafall.Whatisitikeinyourfunnylittlebrains?Thelimp’sreallybadwhenyouwalk,butyoudon’taskforachairwhenyoustand,likeyou’veforgottenaboutit,soit’satleastpartlypsychosomatic.JohnIthinkyoushouldknowIconsidermyselfmarriedtomywork.Isitclever?Whyisitclever?I’mnotdead,let’shavedinner.UMQRA.Everyfairytaledeservesagoodoldfashionvillain.Lookatme.I’mafraid,John.Afraid.Inaworldoflockedrooms,amanwithakeyisking,andhoneyyoushouldseemeinacrown.Sherlock,yourtaxishere.Ineedsomeair,we’regoingouttonight.Thefinalproblem.Ithinkyou’redamaged,delusional,andbelieveinahigherpower.Ofcoursehe’sRichardBrook,thereISnoMoriarty.AloneiswhatIhave.Aloneprotectsme.

“…Sherlock?” A familiar, overly gentle – overly patient voice called out to him.

Idon’thavefriends.I’vejustgotone.

“Sherlock.”

Thisisyourheart,andyoushouldneverletitruleyourhead.

A warm hand on his wrist, checking his pulse.

He’ssweet.Icanseewhyyoulikehavinghimaround.

The shoelace he’d used for a make-shift strap was just barely clinging to his forearm; track marks easily seen running up and down the pale length of skin. Empty needle cradled loosely in the other hand.

“Can you hear me, Sherlock?” the voice whispered, concern wafting through its tone.

Seriously.Thisguy,ajunkie?Haveyoumethim?John.I’mprettysureyoucouldsearchthisflatalldayandyouwouldn’tfindanythingthatyoucouldcallrecreational.John,youprobablywanttoshutupnow.Yeah,butcomeon…

He could see them everywhere now, so clearly. The little demons, the nagging ideas, the chess pieces, eating away at him. His nemesis, too. Oh yes. He saw him more and more… ever since the Fall. Ever since his return.

Drugs, Sherlock was quickly discovering, seemed to have the reverse effect on his system now. Something in his chemistry had changed. His mind spun more rapidly, instead of slowing. The visions and flashes weren’t distant, but in the foreground of his mind.

It was all so visible… and it was all so terribly dark.

“I’ll give you something, alright?” That voice, like a warm, comforting ball of light; it was addressing him again. A soothing hand cupped his cheek, “Just let me help you…”

Sherlock managed to open his eyes, but only just. His lids felt as if they were weighed with lead. “Juzsit… ONLY it… to pierce, and… and… felkad not! …regrets, y-your b-bag… John,” He muttered feverishly. Dilated pupils honed in on the long, spidery legs that seemed to slink out of his friend’s medical bag – reaching out, one touching John while the others padded onto the floor.

“Shhh… it’s just my medical kit, Sherlock.” John corrected as gently as possible.

The dazed detective felt something pierce his arm. Another needle? Its contents were irrelevant. He was too focused on the ghostly outline of Jim Moriarty, sitting in the chair across from him. The image didn’t so much move, as it did waft. It hovered and seemed to trail after him, regardless of which way he leaned or looked.

Don’tbescared.Fallingisjustlikeflying,exceptthere’samorepermanentdestination.

“I… I know you’re struggling,” John spoke again. His voice always seemed to succeed in breaking through the shadows of Sherlock’s mental turmoil. A rather curious skill. “Nothing’s been quite the same since you returned. And… and I know… you must be dealing with a lot…”

Idon’tbelieveSirBoast-a-lot’sstories.He’sjustabig,oldliarwhomakesthingsuptomakehimselflookgood…

“I told you I would be here for you,” he continued, “I m-might have been angry… at first. You had left me out, and I’d been grieving for three years over someone who wasn’t actually dead. But I think… that was preferable. Believing you were dead… was a more humane, tolerable existence… than seeing you like t-this.”

Iwassoalone…andIoweyousomuch.Butplease,there’sjustonemorething,onemorething,onemoremiracle,Sherlock,forme…

John sucked in a quick breath and swallowed, desperately trying to push the lump that was forming in his throat down, “I want you back. You must know. I miss that spark, I miss that life… and… it kills me to see you so distant. You’ve retreated so far into yourself that I don’t even know where to look… w-where to start…” His partner whispered,

Don’tbe…dead.Wouldyoudothatjustforme?

“I c-can’t tell you to stop… t-taking the drugs, Sherlock. I can’t do that to you.” His John wasn’t even attempting to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes anymore. “If… if that’s what helps. That’s fine. It’s all fine, Sherlock. Just…” The doctor sniffed, clenching his hand around Sherlock’s wrist even tighter. “Tell me. Please, please… please just tell me if there’s anything I can do. I want to help. I…”

Juststopit.Stopthis…

Sherlock’s eyes closed again, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against John’s; his body instinctively turning into that source of light. That heat and warmth. That comfort.

“John…”

The doctor stood, wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s shoulders, and cradling the back of his dark, curly head as he burrowed his face into John’s stomach.

“I’m here, Sherlock…” he murmured, “You don’t need to keep falling. I’ve already caught you.”

# fic inspired by pic || #angst like woah

Oh God…

Because the art alone wasn’t hurtful enough?

This.is.amazing.

Source: coeykuhn

valeria2067:

bemusedlybespectacled:

babstheartist:

themindislimitless:

tw: abuse, rape, domestic violence

feministblackboard:

A few weeks ago my mom stapled pages of a story in one of her women’s magazines together and handed it to me. She gave it to me pretty much with the tag lines “for your feminist blog” and “something new to consider.” Indeed it was; she knows me well.

The story is titled “I was forced to be pregnant.” With a title like that, reading it was actually not on the top of my to read list. I thought it was about women not exercising their right to choice. I was very, very wrong on that one.

Have you ever heard of Reproductive coercion? It is a term that was quite recently coined by the advocates against domestic violence to describe a certain type of abuse some women face. It occurs when a man pressures their partner to have kids and/or impregnates them against their will. Reproductive coercion comes in three different types:
1. Emotional pressure that turns into verbal and physical abuse.
2. Sabotaging birth control
3. Marital rape
Over 75% of women 19-49 who reported once experiencing domestic violence also endured some type of reproductive control by men. It’s all about control and domination over a woman’s body.

The first story in the magazine is about a woman who got married around 36 years of age. After a few months of dating her boyfriend talked excitedly about having children. After he proposed he began calling her “The Babymaker.” She then confided with him that one of her fallopian tubes was blocked. He in return insisted she see a fertility doctor. She recounts, “I had finally met a great guy who was eager to start a family with me. What woman wouldn’t fall for that?” Soon after her honeymoon he persisted on in an obsessive manner, but his efforts had to be temporarily halted as she had to get emergency back surgery. Alas, 6 months into recovery he was back to pressuring her again. She was in much pain at the time due to her back, but she agreed to In Vitro Fertilization. She then became pregnant, but soon miscarried. In response, her husband grabbed her by the neck, choking her. He apologized, blaming his outburst on his grief and had her sign up for another round of IVF. And then a third round. She tried to put him off with the excuse that she needed to weigh more before she could take treatments, her husband forced her to get on the scale often and filled the fridge with fattening foods. “It hurt that all I was good for was getting pregnant.” She recounts. At the end, he screamed at her, threatening to replace her with a maid if she couldn’t get pregnant and she told him she no longer wanted to have his child. He destroyed bedroom furniture, pushed her down the stairs and threatened her with a gun. She fled to a domestic violence shelter.

The second story was about a woman who faced marital rape. This woman was 40, had a then boyfriend and two children from a previous marriage. After telling her boyfriend she did not want any more children, her boyfriend refused to wear a condom and began to rape her.  She then became pregnant with her third child. Birth control was never an option for her because she couldn’t hide pills anywhere for he went through all of her belongings. Three months after giving birth, he raped her again, impregnating her with twins. She lost the twins in a physical fight with him, but soon became pregnant again. During her recovery she begged her obstetrician to remove her ovaries and devise a lie to tell him; that she had cancer. After a decade of sexual abuse and violence she was able to get a job that kept her out of the house and often times traveling.

One in four callers to the National Domestic Abuse hotline said that their partners had tried to force them to become pregnant. Why? As one woman stated, “Its like he wants to own me from the inside out.”  Having a baby is the perfect tie that binds. These type of abusers want to create a circumstance in which their partner is dependent on him.

WHAT’S THAT HAVE TO DO WITH PLANNED PARENTHOOD?

Many voters never consider how defunding these clinics could hurt victims of domestic violence who turn to them for counseling as well as pregnancy prevention. Abused women will turn to health care providers long before they will turn to domestic abuse hotlines and organizations. Many women in abusive relationships rely on life saving, affordable care programs such as Title X. It is critical that such places are open and operation when women and children need them so desperately.

holy fuck im crying.

Reblogging so that every time someone tries to say something to the effect of, “She should have known better than to have sex,” I can smash their face in with this.

Pertinent

Source: feministblackboard

cumbergasm-freemoan:

katnss:

#screams into pillow

half of those reblogs are mine.

Source: mycroftss