FIND ME PLEASE
FIND ME PLEASE
I need them because of Reasons.
remember when the only post of mine that ever surpassed like thirty notes was of a dude leading four massive horses
it has six hundred notes
THIS IS PERFECT
SUDDENLY I REALIZE WHY THIS NEVER APPEARED ON MY MAIN BLOG
THIS IS PERFECT
I didn’t get your name but we talked about how you’re having issues with a potential long distance relationship, you go to school, you have a pug, a lab and a cocker spaniel. I didn’t catch your name but your favorite movie is IP man. you sounded like you needed a friend and so do I.
(Admin note—this isn’t our usual sort of thing, but I’ll give you a boost anyway!)
Seven year old Alex hummed lightly, his stuffed tiger hanging off his arm as he skipped around, exploring the manor. He’d already done this more times than anyone could count, but he liked it. He liked hiding in small places just before Sebastian would come home and try to find him. This day had been like any other as he heard one of the maids calling him for lunch, Alex wasn’t hungry as he huffed and continued to run down the hall, turning a few corners as he quickly opened a door and closed it behind him so they couldn’t find him. Turning around he frowned, seeing the large bed and walk in closet as he hugged Tiger to his chest. This was Papa and Daddy’s room, he wasn’t supposed to be in here… Alex knew he should’ve left, but he wanted to explore more. Hesitating a bit at the door he continued into the room, walking around slowly as he reached Papa’s old side of the bed. Reaching out he pulled open the nightstand drawer and started to dig, finding a few pens and notepads, odds and ends. He was about to close it and continue looking around, but something shiny caught his eye as he picked up the sliver chain, what looked to be dog tags hanging off the end as he closed the drawer and crawled onto the comfy duvet. Crossing his legs he set Tiger on his lap before he grabbed the tags in his hand, reading over the name as he ran his thumb over the cold metal.
WE JUST GOT TO THE PART WHERE JIM IS AT THE BACKDOOR. CONTACT ME.
FML. OK Dammit.
I was RPing something that I think was heading towards Johnlock.
It was teenlock.
Sherlock text John by mistake and they had this disagreement where John said that his relationship with Victor wasn’t good and he should end it because he deserved better. And then Sherlock was at Victor. And Victor had Sherlock make him tea and then made him feel bad about the upcoming football game. And called him Sherly even though Sherlock didn’t like it.
You brb’d and gave me your email adress. And I just disconnected with the plan of emailing you because I need to sleep. But I pressed the disconnect bottom too many times and started a new conversation without saving the email adress of the log.
FML. I’m sorry. I HOPE YOU SEE THIS. If you do message me. Or email me: firstname.lastname@example.org
I’M SO SORRY
I found this amazing roleplayer on omegle. Usually I wait for the stranger to post first, but when I wouldn’t post, they just started to rant about how all they wanted was a decent roleplay and they weren’t picky and how no one spoke or wanted to be the first to post, so I told them to let me try. I had this idea that has probably been done hundreds of times before, but because I’m late in the fandom, I haven’t had the chance to try it. So I did, and it was the best choice I ever made. They posted these beautifully written, long posts that were just wonderful to read. And they had the Sherlock character down to a tee, and even though they controlled my character a little, it was okay because they were actions I would have done in the first place. Unfortunately, omegle was being stupid. Sometimes they would have to post a post multiple times in order for it to go through. They had to leave and I gave them my email and tumblr, but I’m not sure if they got it. So if you didn’t, and you happen to find this post, hit me up, yeah?
Stranger: Sebastian sighed and shook his head, reaching out and curling his hands around John’s sides, at the bottom of his ribs. “Don’t lie, John. Really, there’s no fuckin’ point and you know it.” He strokes his thumbs over his sides, letting him feel the fabric rub back and forth on his ribs to let him remember there was no slick, constricting fabric there, nothing to worry about. “Just breathe.”
You: John pulls in half a breath, then a whole one, letting his body remember that it /can/ now, that his ribs are no longer halted in their expansion. “Doing my best. I don’t want to do this.”
Please come back. Contact is Shayvaalski. You were brilliant.
sherlockholmesismorganna here. This disconnect might have been purposeful on their end (though I don’t know why), but I’m putting it here just in case. Sebastian put a ring on Jim’s finger, Jim tackled him to the ground, and then they proceeded to to discuss the concept of love and how they’re both shite at discussing it. http://logs.omegle.com/3032eb
I got pitched a lovely Slave!AU, where John’s a serial abolitionist, and then omegle freaked out on me. John, if you see this, come back! We can watch Doctor Who together and get Sherlock through his PTSD.
Sherlock is atrickstertype. Seeking John.
John is out at the pub with Mike, pissed, and texting Sherlock. There is some talk of exploding a kitchen, and then omegle disconnects!
John is atrickstertype. Seeking Sherlock
You: ”John.” Sherlock’s voice is quiet, thoughtful. He’s on his back, gazing evenly up at the ceiling, his breathing slow and even.
You: (My intent is pre-any sort of pairing, fyi. I have an idea.)
Stranger: ((Got it. :3))
Stranger: ”Sherlock.” John is sitting next to his flatmate, cross-legged. He is staring at the floor, tracing an intricate pattern on the rug with his finger.
You: Sherlock turns to glance at him. “Weren’t you across the room a moment ago?”
Stranger: ”I moved.” John raised an eyebrow at Sherlock. “I can walk, you know.”
You: ”So you can.” Sherlock taps his long fingers against his breastbone, decisive. “I’ve decided there is a conversation we need to have.”
Stranger: ”What about?” John turns around and lies down next to Sherlock. He tilts his head and looks over at his friend expectantly.
((excuse me if I use the wrong tense, I just got done with an RP in the past tense sooo xD))
You: Sherlock lets out a short breath, looks almost worried. “Me.”
Stranger: John tensed a little. “Are you alright?”
You: ”I’m fine.” Sherlock rests his hand on John’s wrist for half of a second, then steeples his fingers. “My apologies if I seem—discomforted. It has been a long time since I have had to have this conversation.”
Contact is Shayvaalski, this disconnected at SUCH A BAD TIME, and you were such a good John.
I’m just going to post about this one more time because I’m so bummed at losing this conversation, I’m looking for the Jim I had such awesome banter with a few hours ago (before my computer froze). I wish there was a better system of finding lost omegle partners, it’s like the most distressing thing to lose someone after an amazing convo! D;
I guess we’re lucky there’s so many great ones out there to begin with.
Seeking John after the thunderstorm near my house killed my internet. Thank you very much, Thor.
Contact iamsuperbat if it is you. Please.