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Mushroomed:
First Panel: After a rain mushrooms appear on the surface of the earth as if from nowhere (The underside of a mushroom cap, as well as part of its stalk is drawn with great detail in a black and white sketch.)
Second Panel: Many do so from a vast underground fungus that remains invisible and unknown (Numerous mushrooms are drawn with great detail in a black and white sketch.)
Third Panel: What we call mushrooms, mycologists call the fruiting body of the larger less visible fungus (Mushrooms and their roots are drawn with a line showing the divid of above and below ground, in a minimally detailed, black and white sketch.)
Fourth Panel: (Uprisings and revolutions are often considered to be spontaneous) (A scene with numerous mushrooms growing out of the grass is displayed. There are two trees with thick, textured bark, one to the left and one to the middle of the picture. The tree in the middle has mushrooms growing out of its bark.)
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from Hope in the Dark, Rebecca Solnit
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candid ~ sabo x reader
2,800 words | no pronouns used
summary: sometimes it's hard to keep the truth in (impossible to lie to your soulmate)
a/n: 🍡 !! this one's for you! it was such a fun request!
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Sabo hates how you always use it to your advantage.
“Sabo.” He jumps at the sound of your voice, looking over his shoulder nervously before realizing you’re calling through the transponder snail, “Where are you?”
He stalls, trying to bite back the truth, but he’s hopeless against you, “I’m… out.”
“Sabo.” Your voice crackles in, “Where are you, exactly?”
“Argh!” His cry draws more attention than he would like. “I’m at a ramen stand!” He waits for you to berate him, to tell him to get his butt back to base right now, but instead it’s silence, “(Y/N)?” He cations.
“Sabo.” Your voice is tense, probably furious that he ran off right before the meeting he was scheduled to have with Dragon, because who wants to listen to Dragon on an empty stomach? But he also swears he hears something else, something he might be able to use to his advantage.
“Did you,” He begins slowly, “want me to bring you some?”
For a moment he thinks you might not have heard him and he’s about to ask again when he hears a quiet “Yes, please.”
A giant grin breaks out onto his face, “Want the spicy special?”
There’s a growl, “Yes.” He can’t hold back his cackle of laughter, “But hurry back! I’m not covering for you again!”
“Yeah, you will.” Sabo says confidently, but he doesn’t get to hear your response before the transponder snail clicks off.
The dopey grin is stuck on Sabo’s face the entire way back, arms full of ramen and a few mochi balls he picked up as a surprise.
If someone had told Sabo two years ago he’d be bending over backwards to see a smile on your face he would have hit them upside the head with his pipe.
Not that he didn’t like you back then. No, it was more that he was terrified of you.
From the moment you met, he couldn’t stop himself from spilling his guts out, and he didn’t even mean to!
At first, he figured it was a bit of nervousness, maybe being around someone so pretty made him lose all decorum.
Like when you asked him what he was thinking about one afternoon, and he answered with “If your skin is as soft as it looks” And okay, he was thinking about it (how could not when your entire arms were exposed like that?) but that doesn’t mean he wanted to tell you!
Luckily you quirked a brow with a teasing smile and offered to let him give it a feel. Surprise, it was softer.
And it didn’t stop there.
Slipping up in conversations and revealing information that you definitely didn’t need to know about. Not that he didn’t trust you, but secrecy was the most crucial element to the Revolution. He couldn’t just go blabbering about it to anyone, even if you were in the army.
After unintentionally exposing the fourth undercover mission he was conducting, Sabo realized he had a problem.
He couldn’t lie to you. Like about anything.
When you asked him how he was doing, he’d pour all his feelings out. When you asked him what he was up to, he’d give you every detail of the mission he was organizing. When you wondered if Dragon slept with a plushie at night Sabo informed you it was monkey, and it was very cute.
What was happening to him? What were you doing to him? Was it a devil fruit? Was this all part of your plan? Were you going to use him to expose Revoluntion secrets to the World Government?
Well, he wasn’t going to let that happen.
“I’m on to you!” Sabo bursts into your room. Which thinking about it later, might not have been the best approach.
Your face screws up in confusion, cocking your head to the side, “About what?”
He closes the door behind him, “Whatever spell you have me under.” Sabo crosses his arms and stares down at you.
“Spell?” Your voice is laced with laughter, turning in your chair to face him fully, “I didn’t know I was a witch.”
“Are you?” Sabo leans forward.
“No.” You rise to your feet, “What’s going on with you?” You press a hand to his forehead, “Are you sick or something?”
He quickly bats your hand away, not willing to risk you furthering your magical hold on him, “I’m not sick! I just can’t lie to you!”
“Why would you want to lie to me?”
“I don’t!” Sabo shouts automatically, “I mean, sometimes I do, but I can’t and I just. Augh!” He throws his hands in the air.
“Sabo, you’re not making any sense.”
“(Y/N). I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but anytime you ask me a question I tell you the answer, even if I’m not supposed to!” He childishly stomps his foot, “And I don’t know if you’re using a devil fruit or if someone sent you here, but you need to stop!”
“Then tell me a lie.”
“Huh?”
You cross your arms, a challenge in your eye, “Tell me a lie right now. Tell me you’re a marine and that you’re ten feet tall and your favorite food is pickled fish.”
“But I hate pickled fish.”
“That’s the point!” You exclaim.
“Oh, oh! Right!” Sabo clears his throat, standing up straight and looking you in the eye, “My name is Sabo, and I…” He glances away for a second, “And I- I love-” He can hear his voice straining, a bead of sweat gathering on his brow, “I love pickled-” He grits his teeth, fists clenched, “I- I hate pickled fish!”
You can’t hold back your laughter, not when Sabo is looking so distressed over pickled fish.
“(Y/N)! This is serious!” Sabo cries, “It wouldn’t be that funny if you couldn’t lie to me!”
You can’t stop giggling, “Why would I need to lie to you?”
“Fine then! You try to lie to me!” Sabo presses, a little annoyed you’re not seeing the gravity of the situation, “Tell me you love me or something!”
Immediately your laughter cuts off, and you’re looking at Sabo with wide eyes.
Sabo feels something flutter in his stomach, before slowly asking, “You don’t love me, right?”
Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, like you’re trying to fight down the words from bubbling up.
It was safe to say that’s when you realized you both couldn’t lie to one another.
Ivankov thought it was the most romantic thing in the world. Hack was pleased to hear there was someone that Sabo couldn’t slip past anymore. Koala tried to get you to find out Sabo’s embarrassing secrets. Dragon just scoffed and went on his way.
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“I’m back!” Sabo sings when he flings the door to the Revolution hideout open.
“You missed the meeting.” You snap, stomping up to him. Sabo opens his arms, expecting a hug, maybe even a kiss. But instead, you snatch the bag of ramen from his hold, “There better be extra soy sauce in here.”
“What? No thanks?” He teases, “I even got you green tea mochi!”
You roll your eyes, “Consider it payment since now I have to brief you on the intel you missed while you were busy stuffing your face.”
Sabo follows you to the table where you have notes spread out, details and blueprints of the Duke’s manor the two of you are supposed to be infiltrating.
“Don’t worry about that.” He waves his hand, “I got everything we need.”
“And what’s that?” You ask, cheeks puffed with noodles.
Sabo’s brain stutters for a moment, thinking about how pinchable your face looks right now, “Oh, right, this!” He whips out a delicate parchment and tosses it towards you, “Invitation to the Duke’s ball this weekend. He should be busy enough that we can slip in and secure the ledgers of who’s buying the weapons.”
Your eyes cut to his, disbelief and a subtle annoyance on your face.
“What?” Sabo asks, “Aren’t you happy?”
“You could have told me about this before I had to listen to Dragon drone on for almost an hour!”
Sabo laughs, swiping a mochi ball from the box, “C’mon! It’s going to be fun!”
You roll your eyes, muttering, “Yeah, probably because you’ll be devouring the food table, right?”
“Yes.” Sabo takes a bite from the sticky treat, eyes racking over your body, “But also I can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me.” He shoots you a wink that has you choking on a noodle.
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“You know, when I imagined what you’d wear tonight, I didn’t think it’d be this.” Sabo grimaces.
“Shut up.” You smack him with your fan, “Not my fault the nobles here have horrible taste.”
And Sabo can only agree, looking at both your gaudy outfits that are overly draped in fabrics and jewels. They were easy to swipe, but at what cost? He thinks, pulling on his too tight collar.
“Alas.” Sabo sighs, “I’ll just have to get you out of it later.” He leans forward, trying to steal a kiss but only catches the side of you mouth.
“Sabo!” You snap, “Our cover is that we’re siblings! Knock it off!”
He just shrugs, taking a sip of his champagne, “I’m sure most of the people here are married to their second cousin or something. Besides-”
“Look.” You cut into his rambling, tone indicating that you mean business, “They’re changing stations.” You nod over to where the security detail are exchanging places, “This is our chance. Just stick to the plan and we should be out of here before midnight.” Your eyes slide back to his, “Can you handle that?”
Sabo scoffs, “You make it sound like this is my first heist.” And then a grin breaks out onto his face, “First one back buys dinner, alright?”
You match his smile, “I want that ramen place again.”
“Well that’s too bad, because I’m in the mood for udon.”
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You were so not getting your ramen.
Already checking half a dozen rooms, you couldn’t find the stupid ledgers. The blueprints Hack had secured were up to date in terms of building, but it seemed the Duke must have done some moving around because none of the rooms matched their original purpose.
The library was where the study should have been, there was a sitting room where the library was supposed to be, and the sitting room? Well, it was clear the Duke had some specific tastes.
By the time you reach the second room that’s been turned into a closet you’re close to giving up and decide to call Sabo for back up. You hadn’t seen a single guard in the last hour so Sabo must have done a good job detaining them.
Before you can admit your defeat and ask for help, your transponder snail crackles to life.
“(Y/N)?” His voice crackles through, “Are you still in the manor?”
You groan, “Don’t tell me you’re already at the rendezvous spot.”
“Uhh, not really.”
You perk up, “Then what’s wrong?”
“I may have gotten a little tiedup.”
“Tied up? Sabo, where are you?” Before you can get your answer, the snail abruptly clicks off, “Sabo? Hey!” You poke the snail a few times, earning a glare from the little creature but then it turns back on.
“(Y/N)?”
It’s easy to pick up on the forced tone of his voice and you roll your eyes, “Did you get caught?”
A pause, “Yes.” And then there’s a scuffle, a cry from Sabo to ‘watch the hat!’ before his voice returns, “You still there?”
You sigh, pinching your brow, “You weren’t supposed to say that, were you?”
“No.”
“Alright.” You wave your hand in the air, “Let’s hear what you were supposed to say.”
A sigh of relief comes from the other end, “Hi (Y/N)! Don’t worry about me! I might not return to base tonight, but no need for alarm!”
Even in a dire situation like this, you can’t help but snort at his words. Maybe you’d be more concerned if he was actually in danger, but you’re sure Sabo can handle some for-hire thugs.
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” An angry voice shouts.
“What?” Sabo cries, “I said what you told me!”
“After you told ‘em we kidnapped you!”
“I can’t lie!”
“The fuck that supposed mean?”
“Excuse me?” Your voice cuts through the banter, “While this is a riveting conversation, I have better shit to do. Sabo, do you need my help, or can I continue the mission?”
“Nah, I’ll handle these two on my own.”
“Great.” You say over the offended voices, “I’ll meet you at the rendezvous spot later.” And then you click off the snail and shove it back into your pocket.
It’s clear you’re running on borrowed time. Sprinting down the hall to the next door, you know you’re turning yourself into more of a target, but Sabo’s already blown the cover, so whatever.
Swinging open the next door you peer into the cramped room filled with books, parchment, and-
Bingo.
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“Are you kidding me?” You call out, seeing Sabo standing at the edge of the property.
He turns at the sound of your voice, giving you a quick once over before his eyes narrow in on the folder in your hand, “You get what we needed?”
“Right here.” You show off the documents with a little wiggle, “But really, how’d you manage to get past the guards and beat me here?” You pout standing before him, “I really wanted that ramen.”
Sabo blinks, “We can get ramen. Let me see those.” His hand shoots out but you’re quicker, pulling the folder behind you.
“I thought you wanted udon?” Sabo rarely changes his mind when he gets stuck on a craving.
“What’s the difference?” Sabo snaps, trying to reach for the folders again but stumbling when you jump back.
“Sabo.” You say sternly, holding the documents over your head, “Tell me you want ramen more than udon and I’ll give you these.”
“I want ram-” But he doesn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before you’re kicking him right in the gut with you your heel.
He doubles over, coughing up a bit of blood. Quickly using the opportunity, you push an elbow into his back and send him crashing to floor. Knocking his top hat off, your finger twist into his hair and you pull his face back.
“Where the fuck is Sabo, you lying piece of shit?” You hiss into his ear, digging a little harder into his back.
“Fucking bitch.” He grunts, trying to scramble out from under you, but it’s no use.
“Tell me where he is, and I might let you live.” For good measure you smash his face into the concrete, pulling him back up but this time met with a bloody Sabo. And it kind of twists your heart a bit to see his face in such a state, “Well?”
“Still… tied up.” He groans.
“Pfft.” You scoff, “I find that hard to believe.” With a simple fishman karate chop to the neck, you watch the fake Sabo pass out on the ground. Getting back to your feet you see the imposter slowly shifts back to their original state, and sure enough it’s one of the grunts you that was mulling around the ball room.
With an annoyed sigh, you take out the photo transponder snail to start document the ledgers in case something happens to them. Since it’s clear you have to go back into the lion’s den to rescue your idiot boyfriend, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“I better get double ramen for this.” You mutter, storing the snail and documents in your pocket.
“And here I really thought we were going to celebrate with udon.”
A gasp tears from your throat as you whip around to see Sabo standing before you. Quickly looking over your shoulder you see the grunt is still laying passed out on the ground.
“Nice work.” Sabo nods, following your line of sight, “Sorry I took so long, had a couple detours.”
“Didyouwantudonorramen?” You quickly ask in one breath.
“Huh?”
“Well?” You step forward, poking a finger in his chest, “Udon or ramen?’
“I mean, I really want that udon, but a deal’s a deal.” He looks at you with a bemused smile, “Unless, do you want udon?”
You cross your arms with a scoff, “No.” And you ignore Sabo’s little whine, “Let’s just go.”
Sabo follows after you, planting a kiss on your cheek, “You look really pretty.”
You raise a brow, “I thought this outfit didn’t do it for you?”
He takes your hand in his, “Nah, it doesn’t.” Enjoying the confused look on your face, probably wondering if he was lying then or now and how he’s doing it, “But when you’re covered in another man’s blood? That’s always a good look.” He laughs when your face scrunches up, “Can’t wait to hear all about it.”
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Review: China In Another Time
Review: China In Another Time
Synopsis:
The daughter of a missionary doctor, Claire Malcolm Lintilhac was born in China,
became a nurse there, and lived and worked through China’s whole momentous first half of the 20th century. Opening a unique window into the making of the world’s
newest yet oldest superpower, China in Another Time — with over 160 photos and drawings — is Claire’s own story.
A remarkable true story that…
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Hello there, i would like to know if there is airships or trains in Sherpeds universe, and If their period would be like our industrial revoluntion or something else entirely, thank you very much for your time 😉
Hi there, thank you so much for the question! There are trains in the Shepherds world at this moment in time, but they’re exclusively in the West (Shepherds takes place in the East part of the Continent) and currently on very short tracks/very rudimentary and not used widely. Airships are being experimented on and developed (also in the West), but no one has succeeded in getting any off the ground yet. But they will be a thing before the end of the century, for sure!
Thank you again for the question! <3
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And of the "vastaya revolution" led by Xayah, do you support her or do you think like your mother that she is ill because in the end it will only create more conflict? And what do you plan to do with your fighting skills join Ionia's militarization against Noxus or join a warrior order like the "Order of Shadows" or the Kinkou?
“...I don’t like that she’s killing...she wants to do right but personally...not gonna join any revoluntions.
I’m not keen on fighting anyone right now. I just wanna have a good life with my parents for now”
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What do you see?
I’d live to see the day you notice me
I mean the REAL me.
What does my soul mean to you? How does me existing revoluntize the way you live your life?
If it angers you that I ask what I mean to you, then I don’t think you deserve me.
Be excited to remind me. To water this flower. Nothing lasts forever. And to think the bare minimum is all it takes then just leave.
Go find someone who sees what you see: blurry visions.
Nadine Sawalha
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17, 50, 59
rank the albums.
that’s a lot so I’ll just do my favorites i’m lazy
1. The White Album
2. Abbey Road
3. Revolver
4. Magical Mystery Tour
5. Help!
most cursed song?
revoluntion 9.. you know why
who would you fuck, marry, kill, and whose heart would you break?
fuck: John
marry: George
kill:
heart break: paul
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can’t wait to watch the kardashians roll up to the met gala wearing basic-ass dresses and thinking they just revoluntized fashion
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Hear My Battle Cry: The Solider Camped Near Dumfries
By: Lisa Timmerman, Executive Director
When J.G. Hadeu wrote to his cousin Miss Callie Anthony on 02/08/1862, he had a few important points to convey. Noting on the letter he was in Camp Alabama at Dumfries, Virginia, he penned the following:
J.G. Hadeu to Miss Callie Anthony
Camp Alabama, Dumfries, 02/08/1862
By last mail I wrote you, & you will no doubt be surprised to hear from me so soon, but events haves transpired since that time, which will cause me to write again. I have revolunteered for 2 years longer. You all will no doubt think I have done very rashly & foolishly, but if these are your thoughts you are much mistaken. My Country calls & I must heed her summonds. I consider it a sacred duty not only to myself but to my Country, if the 12 new volunteers disband when their time expires, our cause is lost, & [wo] are slaves, to prevent this I with many of this Regh. have gone in for 2 years longer. My Father does not know of this, though I have no doubt he will approve of my course. I will pass through Lynchburg some time next week, on what day I cannot tell therefore I can’t expect to see you all at the depot. Please direct your next letters to [Selma], & tell Cos. Emelia of my determination & also tell her to direct her letters as you do. & now I must bid you good night. Give my love to all & write soon to - Your devoted cos. J.G. Hadeu”
Remarkably, we located the letter he referred to at the Library of Virginia! Written on 02/05/1862, he inquired into his cousin’s life and mentioned his plans to marry in the spring. As he noted, this letter quickly followed his last as he stated his decision and the commitment that compelled him to volunteer again. His cousin, Susan Austin “Callie” Jane Anthony Brandon, kept her correspondences and the Library of Virginia even featured her in 2011 making twenty-two letters dated from 1859-1861 accessible, providing insight into the thoughts and actions of her correspondents. Born on 03/16/1839, Anthony lived in Campbell County close to Lynchburg and actively attended Hollins Institute until the Civil War interrupted her education. She survived the Civil War and in 1863 she married Victor Moreau Brandon, whom unfortunately died in 1866.
The Civil War prompted a boom in letter writing as soldiers often wrote to their friends and families, recording everything from their daily experiences to their dreams at night. While more educated and wealthier soldiers peppered their letters with prose and eloquent references, lower ranking soldiers used the opportunity to advance their writing, some even writing the alphabet in the margins and writing out words phonetically. Historians also noted interesting trends in letters, finding that many people described their physical appearance, recording their weight to help reassure their loved ones they were healthy. By reporting higher weights, the authors could indicate they were eating and not starving. Mr. Hadeu’s letter indicated another major subject – the reason/purpose for enlisting, volunteering, and serving in the Union and Confederate armies. Historian Aaron Sheehan-Dean studied recruitment data for white eligible men in Virginia, focusing on their reasons for enlistment. Generally, Virginians worried about Lincoln’s intentions and the safety of their families. Public pressure, government coercion and personal motivation also contributed to high recruitment numbers and loyalty. Although the government initially banned black enlistment, declining numbers of white enlistment and other pressures led the government to reconsider and organize the United States Colored Troops in 1863. Historians estimate more than 5,723 black soldiers mustered in Virginia, noting other Virginia born residents may have joined other state’s divisions. Recruitment was initially slow, but encouragement from Frederick Douglass and other leaders helped boost numbers. However, it should be noted that free black men attempted to enlist with the Union at the beginning of the war and continued pushing for their acceptance in the early years.
Camping near Dumfries, Mr. Hadeu reflected and identified his reasons for his additional two-year commitment, and while he urged Ms. Brandon not to think him rash and/or foolish, he felt his father would approve of his actions. While we do not know if he managed to meet with his family when he passed through Lynchburg, he clearly felt a close tie to them, seeking their attention and acceptance. Thanks to families, historians, and librarians, we can trace soldiers’ lives and discover how the front & home lines intersected.
Note: Our monthly The Weems-Botts Bibliophiles program continues to embrace terrific folklore and narratives! While we are focusing on the Yokai, legendary and fantastical creatures on 01/29, we will be jumping “Down the Rabbit Hole” at the end of February with a collection of eclectic stories! For more info, click here! Each ticket includes a link to all sources and a cup of tea via mail!
(Sources: HDVI Archives; The Broadside: The Magazine of The Library of Virginia, Spring 2011 edition, Civil War 159 Legacy; Family records via relative of Mark Anthony, Sr., Find a Grave: Susan Austin ‘Callie’ Jane Anthony Brandon, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/177363852/susan_austin-'callie'_jane-brandon, accessed 01/25/2022; Freeman, Elsie, Wynell Burroughs Schamel, and Jean West. "The Fight for Equal Rights: A Recruiting Poster for Black Soldiers in the Civil War." Social Education 56, 2 (February 1992): 118-120. [Revised and updated in 1999 by Budge Weidman; Fleche, Andre. "United States Colored Troops, The" Encyclopedia Virginia. Virginia Humanities, (22 Jun. 2021). Web. 25 Jan. 2022; Hager, Christopher. How the Civil War Taught Americans the Art of Letter Writing. Smithsonian Magazine, https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/how-civil-war-taught-americans-art-letter-writing-180967913/, 01/22/2018; Hitchcock, Ben. They Hant No Vaginia Genilmen. UVA: John L. Nau III Center for Civil War History, https://naucenter.as.virginia.edu/they-hant-no-vaginia-genilmen, 07/23/2018)
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The Epic Trip
I had a dream that i went on the most epic trip of a lifetime with genna. we we went to this island and stayed a couple nights, got drunk and tanned and it was absolutely beautiful. then from there we flew and ended up on this cruise with this really cute boy (reminds me of efron?) that i really fell for, so i stayed some extra days on the cruise while Genna went ahead to out next spot. somewhere in europe or cali? all i know is somewhere beautiful. then we met up and a lot of crazy shit happened, like whack ass shit -i’m not sure of the specifics - but we didn’t care cos it was genna and i and we knew it’d be a good story and better memory for later. And this all started because we volunteered for bar duty at like a high school dance. where we got wicked drunk, and served good ass cocktails while BBQing for the people. But the thing is, i referred to all of that as a memory within the dream and didn’t actually dream about doing the trip. in the dream it was a while since I last saw genna, so when i saw her again in the back hall of a pep rally we reminisced, said we had to do it again, and revolunteered for working the bar at the clam bake.
I’m pretty sure it was highschool because all the pipes were royal blue.
One scene i particularly remember is large vehicles (like floats) driving past holding string balloons in the air on sticks. this one orange balloon was filled up so big like, like a 100m in length then it’s popped. the organizer and I just looked at one another. then i went into the reminiscing.
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Chapters: 1/40
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes & John Watson, Greg Lestrade & John Watson, Molly Hooper & John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Anthea (Sherlock), Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Immortality, Agent John, boss mycroft, Stone Age, caveman painting, Past, antique greek, Greek Mythology - Freeform, semi-goddess, Oracle - Freeform, fortune teller, Doctor Who References, Library of Alexandria, Sherlock colects knowledge for mankind, hope asking for direction, chameleon bottom, being late, Ancient Rome, Fire, Sad Sherlock, revange, Fire of rome, Pompeii, saving people the violinist of number 221B, Merlin - Freeform, king arthur - Freeform, Vikings, Blog, Slow Burn, Crusade - Freeform, church, Religion, pope, Paris - Freeform, architect, Hints Of Mystrade, mystrade, Molly is obsessed with her clothes, Torture, Inquisition, Witch Hunt, Burning, Prison, Medicine, Doctor - Freeform, whitch hunting, Dracula - Freeform, Vampires, Ship, christopher columbus - Freeform, william shakespeare - Freeform, Samurai, Japan, Monks, Swords, sherlock the pirat, Dodo - Freeform, vanish creature, eytinction of animal, black beared, france revoluntion, Afghanistan, war bullet wound, Empire, Sherlock shop keeper, Sherlock translator, First Kiss, Jack the Ripper - Freeform, Victorian, Titanic - Freeform, violin, Near Drowning, Anastasia - Freeform, Russian, Teacher Sherlock, peace confirence, post-world war 1, antibiotic, alexander flemming, Scientist Sherlock, Scientist Jim, First Meeting, Olympic Games, Nazi Germany, Boxing, Tibet, dalai lama - Freeform, Character Death, mountain climbing, WW2, World War 2, Jewish, Fugitives, Gunshot Wounds, Hiroshima, atomic bomb, Plane, john bodyguard, president truman, washington dx, Vietnam War, cuba crisis, black satuarday, John F. Kennedy - Freeform, Assasination, radiation poisoning, warschau, Willy Brand, Polan
Series: Part 2 of Time (German)
Summary:
John und Sherlock sind verbunden aber ihre Zeitlinien stimmen nicht überein. Zumindest nicht zu begin.
John muss durch die Zeitreisen zum Anfang um eine jünger Version von Sherlock zu treffen als den Mann den er einst in seiner Kindheit im Museum getroffen hat.
Eine lange Reise beginnt und vielleicht werden diese beiden Menschen sich eines Tages treffen wenn Zeitlinie übereinstimmt.
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John und Sherlock sind verbunden aber ihre Zeitlinien stimmen nicht überein. Zumindest nicht zu begin.
John muss durch die Zeitreisen zum Anfang um eine jünger Version von Sherlock zu treffen als den Mann den er einst in seiner Kindheit im Museum getroffen hat.
Eine lange Reise beginnt und vielleicht werden diese beiden Menschen sich eines Tages treffen wenn Zeitlinie übereinstimmt.
Words: 3655, Chapters: 1/40, Language: Deutsch
Series: Part 2 of Time (German)
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Anthea (Sherlock), Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Original Characters
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes & John Watson, Greg Lestrade & John Watson, Molly Hooper & John Watson
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Immortality, Agent John, boss mycroft, Stone Age, caveman painting, Past, antique greek, Greek Mythology - Freeform, semi-goddess, Oracle - Freeform, fortune teller, Doctor Who References, Library of Alexandria, Sherlock colects knowledge for mankind, hope asking for direction, chameleon bottom, being late, Ancient Rome, Fire, Sad Sherlock, revange, Fire of rome, Pompeii, saving people the violinist of number 221B, Merlin - Freeform, king arthur - Freeform, Vikings, Blog, Slow Burn, Crusade - Freeform, church, Religion, pope, Paris - Freeform, architect, Hints Of Mystrade, mystrade, Molly is obsessed with her clothes, Torture, Inquisition, Witch Hunt, Burning, Prison, Medicine, Doctor - Freeform, whitch hunting, Dracula - Freeform, Vampires, Ship, christopher columbus - Freeform, william shakespeare - Freeform, Samurai, Japan, Monks, Swords, sherlock the pirat, Dodo - Freeform, vanish creature, eytinction of animal, black beared, france revoluntion, Afghanistan, war bullet wound, Empire, Sherlock shop keeper, Sherlock translator, First Kiss, Jack the Ripper - Freeform, Victorian, Titanic - Freeform, violin, Near Drowning, Anastasia - Freeform, Russian, Teacher Sherlock, peace confirence, post-world war 1, antibiotic, alexander flemming, Scientist Sherlock, Scientist Jim, First Meeting, Olympic Games, Nazi Germany, Boxing, Tibet, dalai lama - Freeform, Character Death, mountain climbing, WW2, World War 2, Jewish, Fugitives, Gunshot Wounds, Hiroshima, atomic bomb, Plane, john bodyguard, president truman, washington dx, Vietnam War, cuba crisis, black satuarday, John F. Kennedy - Freeform, Assasination, radiation poisoning, warschau, Willy Brand, Polan
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