




My first Joanlock of the year.
Thanks to everything that’s happening rn in and with the show, I decided to draw my stress out. Seems it came about nicely.
Your father’s magnum opus on the other hand is the very opposite of real. Look no further than chapter thirty-two.
She’s hugging me. Watson is hugging me. It’s kinda nice. Oh. Okay. She’s gone. Wait. What. What just happened. What does it mean.