Very boring up here.
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
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Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
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Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
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I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
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Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
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John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
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I wish I could talk to you
SH
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God won’t let me visit Hell.
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
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If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
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Still missing you horribly
SH
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Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
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People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
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Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
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Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
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You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
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There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
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Sorry
SH
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I miss you
SH
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I love you.
SH
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Won’t you hurry up?
SH
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Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
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Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
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I love you
SH
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Being an old man doesn’t suit you.
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
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Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
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I love you anyway.
SH
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“Welcome home.”
Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?
You won’t believe this. Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx
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It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx
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They’re letting me torture people, Seb! It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx
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There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx
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Scratch that. Says you killed him in Kabul. Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx
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The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx
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You really should stop drinking and smoking. I think it’s ruining your organs. Then again, that means you get here sooner. That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx
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Actually, scratch that last one. I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx
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Oh. It’s terminal. It’s only been a few years, Seb. I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx
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I always knew you could handle pain. I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx
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I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon. It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx
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Just close your eyes. -JMx
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“Stupid, simple tiger. You never did listen to me.”
NO
NO
NO
I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.
Well, I always said that I could use a break from my job.
MH
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This is just a bit more permanent.
MH
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Sorry, you know what happens when I try to make jokes.
MH
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Sorry they didn’t let you keep the umbrella, it was evidence. You should know better.
MH
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Wish you were here.
MH
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Actually no, I don’t.
MH
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I don’t understand why you text dead men, really I don’t.
MH
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Why did you quit? You always said you loved your job?
MH
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Greg, what the hell are you doing. Put the damn pills back.
MH
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I don’t want you here.
MH
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That’s a lie.
MH
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Wake up.
MH
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“You shouldn’t have come, love.”
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[This is on my dash again, to make me cry, as if I wouldn’t need my feelings…god the mormor…]
WHOEVER WROTE THE MORMOR ONE, I’M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE FOR HURTING ME LIKE THISonceicanstopbawlingandseetopullmyselfoffthefloor
*curls up in a corner to sob*