[Wasted-Cartel] Hamish|John

johnwwwatson:

John thought he had Hamish calmed down enough, but he should’ve known that Hamish wouldn’t remember anything right away. So when his son starts to panic again, John still remains standing, a hand on Hamish’s shoulder to keep him lying on the bed. He needed to stay still, especially with his head wound.

"Hamish, It’s okay, it’s okay." John tried to assure him, then bit his lip. If Hamish was the least damanged out of the five, how were the others? "I don’t know if they are, ‘Mish. But I’ll ask later, okay? You need to rest right now."

Hamish nodded, letting himself sink back into the bed. He looked down at himself, now, trying to see how bad everything was. Whatever they were pumping through him kept back most of the pain, but not all of it. It was too hard to look at, however, and he chooses to close his eyes again. 

John had always been so careful about Hamish driving, making sure that he followed every rule, every law, and stayed safe. He could only remember bits and pieces of the accident, but he remembers speeding, and taking his eyes off the road. "I’m so sorry, Dad…"

(Source: imnotmyfather)

imnotmyfather sent: ...dad? Is that you?

loyalbloggerwhowaits:

"I didn’t think I had any children anymore."

"I’m sorry, dad, things just…got overwhelming. I meant to say something before I left, but there was so much going on…"

whiskeyriflesanddogtags:

[ Off a bit early, and it wasn’t so terrible. I’ll be home in about ten minutes. I.need a shower and some coffee, but I will be online tonight. ]

(Source: holmesworthy)

IF I EVER MAKE A TYPO, MINOR OR MAJOR, YOU HAVE FULL PERMISSION TO CORRECT THEM, IN FACT I ENCOURAGE YOU.

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donotappalme:

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"Your father would insist upon bonding, however I’ve other things in mind.” he admits, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling before offering a long sigh. “There’s been a murder suicide in Aberdeen, Scotland. I figure it could be sort of… family..” he waves his hand helplessly, searching for the right word. “…thing.

Oh, that definitely caught his interest. He slides off his bed and to his feet with ease. “When are we leaving? Do I have time to pack anything?” Hardly waiting for an answer, Hamish grabs his school bag, dumping the contents on his bed and haphazardly shoving a change of clothes and his laptop in it.

(Source: imnotmyfather)

donotappalme:

 

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Sherlock clears his throat, rocking on his heels a bit before quirking a brow inquisitively. “Your father and I are going away this weekend.” he starts, hands folding together at the small of his back. “We were curious if you would like to join us.”

"I suppose that depends," is the hesitant response. Hamish sits up a bit, moving the laptop to the side. "Where is ‘away’ and is this going to be a normal trip, or another tense and awkward bonding situation?" There had been enough of those the previous summer, and if that were the case, Hamish would prefer spending the weekend alone. Even Unlce Mycroft was a more appealing option compared to bonding.

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Sir Ian McKellen is a gift

(Source: scarletttwitch)