Diamond Lies and Champagne Skies.

kirsty.

21.

pathological reblogger, sometime writer.

i write on mirrors in lipstick and live life 7 minutes at a time.

i love music and myself, not necessarily in that order.

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Permalink dangeroustimetobeafriendofmine: moriartysliveinchum: inner-tardis: the-old-saloon: idopostmortems: allonsy221b: sherlocks-trousers: inkmeister: Mrs. Hudson’s Amazing Daycare by ~Tio-Trile omg This is way too cute! ………… What is this—“Sherlock Babies”? This is the most adorable thing ever D’awwwwww! SEB! D: I LOVE THISSSS. Molly is adorable. So adorable! <3 Muppet-Baby Sherlock! “Now, is someone going to tell me what happened?” Mrs Hudson stands with her hands on her hips, scanning the array of faces staring up at her.  “The bunny died! Sherlock killed him!” Molly can’t keep quiet any longer. She had left her bunny for a minute, and when she came back Sherlock was whacking him with the arrow from the dressing up box. “I didn’t. But I know who did.” Mrs Hudson rolls her eyes, but the smile she’s trying to hide gives her away. She might have known that the boy who had an answer to everything would be ready to explain.  ”Sherlock killed the bunny, Sherlock killed the bunny,” Sally sing-songs, and before Mrs Hudson can move, John is hitting her over the head with one of Anderson’s dinosaurs. “Did not!” he shouts at Sally before they’re pulled apart.  Jim and Seb are hiding beneath Jim’s cape giggling, and Mrs Hudson has an idea of where the trouble started. Sherlock draws in a big breath, preparing to tell his story. “Molly went to dress up - as a doctor, that’s her favourite thing to dress up as - leaving the bunny alone. Seb crawled over, shot the bunny with his finger gun, then hid. I needed to know the bounciness of the bunny to solve the mystery of the teddy bears picnic, so I hit it with the arrow.”  John is nodding enthusiastically along with every word Sherlock says while Jim stomps his feet in protest. He hates his plans being foiled. Mrs Hudson tells them they can all go play again, laughing to herself. Those kids really are something else. Greg is tugs on Sherlock’s sleeve asking when snack time is. Another case. Being a detective is hard work. Maybe he should just be a pirate.
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