a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
sherlock is walking home from bart’s after solving a ridiculously, almost frustratingly simple kidnapping case and his eye catches on a shoebox that looks to have been tossed on the edge of the sidewalk. the box moves a bit. sherlock tilts his head to one side and stops, crouches down, and lifts the lid to peer inside the box and see a tiny, skinny puppy with eyes that could hardly open yet and short fur that should be white but almost looks a sort of tan color now from dirtiness. sherlock inhales sharply then promptly takes off his scarf, wraps up the puppy, and texts john “Buy dog food” before standing up and walking the rest of the way home to baker street with the puppy held closely against his chest
i can’t believe that tomorrow is the 1st of halloween
My kingdom for Sherlock to spontaneously kiss John’s forehead like he did Mary’s in TSoT.
Can you imagine Sherlock crying in the shower because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for John. But then John hears him crying and knocks on the door lightly asking if he’s alright and sherlock replies with a shaky “I-I’m fine J-John” because he can’t stop the tears. So John decides to step into the shower with him, slowly making sure not to startle him as wraps his arms around Sherlock’s waist and simply says “I’m here and I love you.” And that’s enough, that’s more than enough for Sherlock to smile, even a little.
Sherlock loves waking up to the feeling of John’s warm, toned arms wrapped around his waist, his hands soothingly drawing circles into the soft skin of his tummy whilst he sleeps. When John feels him stir he always kisses gently up his spine, placing a long, delicate kiss on the crook of his neck, closing all the space between them as they stay wrapped in eachothers arms all night.