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The sky is far too blue this afternoon for her liking. Crimson misses that thick winter fog settling over the city, blowing away to reveal dappled lights and smoky breath. Today is not a perfect day, but it will suffice.
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My name is Rhiannon, but you can call me Steve.

angry cats.



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psychoticcatlady:

mybelovedcheshire:

After being publicly disgraced for working alongside the falsely accused Sherlock, Lestrade is ousted from the Yard and his wife leaves him for good. A year later, John runs into Lestrade and finds the man has lost complete control of his life. And has also apparently started his own little war against the concept of shoes.

This is fucking flawless.

I want Gruff-strade. 


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