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props to stem people wtf! i can bullshit my way through any english essay because literally u just have to say stuff. but for stem paper u have to say stuff AND it has to be true. wack. 

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Sunday Snippet

Because summer seems to be over (9 degrees and heavy rain at present) I got some autumn vibes, and my thoughts wandered to last year's Halloween fic. I half-promised to write a sequel, and here we are...

Context: Sherlock finds an old notebook which contains secrets from his childhood. Secrets he has no memory of...

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February 2, 1984

Another Holmes baby. A lass this time. Eurus. The names these bairns are burdened with. You could already see the mischief in her eyes. She will absolutely wreck Sherlock, I can tell. They will get on like a house on fire those two. I feel almost sorry for Mycroft. Such a shame he’s so much older than them. Martha said he’ll be sent to public school soon. It will break his heart. And Sherlock’s.

“Woah!”

“Indeed. I don’t remember her at all, John.”

Sherlock’s face depicts despair, and John yearns to wipe the look off him.

“How is that possible?” he asks as softly as he’s able. “Did she die as an infant?”

“I don’t know how. Taking into consideration that she haunts this house as a seven-year-old girl, I reckon she died at that age. But I was one year older, and…”

John is about to suggest that they investigate this together when a scream that makes the hairs on his arms stand up – how unlikely that is in his current state – pierces the moment like an arrow deflating a balloon.

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John concedes the point with a shrug. “You still can’t move in with your aunt, and your curtains are still flammable.” 😂❤️

Flash fic I

These are from the writers' retreat, we did two flash fics together with the Canadian crowd, which was great fun!

The first one was for the prompt 'Write an argument', and I drew John and Rosie as characters (so, easy mode, really).

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“No.”

“But, dad-”

“I said no. No is a full sentence.”

Rosie stomps her foot, then flings herself to the sofa in a very good imitation of a Sherlockian strop. For all that she’s not biologically related to Sherlock, she surely has a lot of his mannerisms. John sometimes feels like he’s living a nature versus nurture experiment, and he’s not sure he always likes it. Sometimes he wishes his cooler head to prevail over Sherlockian drama queen tendencies, but then again he thinks he wouldn’t love either of his two drama lamas as much if they weren’t as high maintenance as they are.

“You’re no fun at all!”

“Shockingly, I can live with that,” John says dryly, sticking the kettle on as he waits for Rosie to start her next round of attacks.

Ten minutes later, when she’s no longer in the mood to maintain a strop that’s being pointedly and masterfully ignored, she approaches John’s chair.

“Daddy,” she says in her sweetest voice. “Please.”

Oh, so it’s manipulation time, John thinks and hardens his heart. He’s not immune to Rosie’s big blue begging eyes, as little as he is to Sherlock’s more direct manipulation tactics.

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. I’m not letting you move in with Aunt Harry and her new girlfriend just because they happen to own horses.”

Rosie stomps her foot again. “Give me one good reason why not!”

John sighs. “I’ll give you five. One,” he enumerates on his fingers, “your aunt has known this woman for about six weeks. She shouldn’t move in with her, let alone take you with her. Two, you’d have to switch schools in the middle of the school year, and that’s neither fun nor easy. Three, I know you love Harry, and so do I, but she can barely take care of herself, let alone a kid. Four, Mrs Hudson would murder me in cold blood if I let you leave Baker Street before you’re grown, and even then I think it’d be best to wait until she’s died. Five, can you even imagine what Sherlock and I would do without you? We would wither and die without you here to keep us right.”

Rosie, who looked ready to argue the first three points, completely deflates at point four and five. “You’re such a spoilsport,” she grumbles. “Can I at least spend the weekend with Aunt Harry at the farm?”

John considers. “Tell you what. Harry can bring her new girlfriend to dinner. If Sherlock approves of her, then we can talk about you spending the weekend there. Provided they’re even still together then.”

“I never get to have any fun!” Rosie complains loudly, flinging herself into Sherlock’s chair. “You always let Sherlock do crazy things, but if I want to do something, it’s always ‘It’s too dangerous,’ or ‘You’re too young for a firearm’, and ‘This is actually highly flammable’.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve told Sherlock he couldn’t do something?” John asks, snapping his paper in a mildly irritated way. “I swear to god, the only reason any one of you is still alive is because of me.”

“Dad, I love you, but the only reason any of us are still alive is Mrs Hudson,” Rosie says, having one of her twelve going on forty moments she sometimes surprises him with.

John concedes the point with a shrug. “You still can’t move in with your aunt, and your curtains are still flammable.”

Rosie sighs. “All right. Fine. But I’m getting ice cream this weekend.”

“If that’s what it’ll take for you to never mention this to me again,” John says, holding out his hand for his daughter to shake.

Rosie puts her small hand into his, and grips it with surprising force, grinning when he winces a bit. “Deal.”

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Reblog if you think asexuality is a real thing that actually exists.

I'm trying to prove something.

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Oh my heart! What a lovely way to end a busy and rewarding week! Double rainbows and true love! ❤️🌈🌈

Sherlock fandom. Mild sexual content.

Natural Phenomena

Contrary to what everyone assumes, Sherlock is a great admirer of nature and its many phenomena. 

It started when he was a boy. The light pollution in the countryside was minimal and the stars were easy to spot on clear nights. He was fascinated by the Greek myths about the constellations and tried to make sense of them when he was lying on the grass looking up at the evening sky.

Stars are a rare sight in London obviously, but every time he gets a glimpse of them, he stops to admire the diamond-like sky and to reminisce about his childhood.

Another fascination he has is the weather. Particularly the bad and fierce sort. Thunder and lightning are his all-time favourites. Sadly, he has never witnessed lighting strike something, though he has seen the damages it has left.

What Sherlock has experienced is how a proximity of a total stranger has altered his life – it actually felt like lightning had struck him.

“Here, take mine.”

John Watson is an impossible force of nature. From the first time Sherlock touched John’s skin, he felt as if he was illuminated from within. 

Heat, sparks, itching, yearning, were just a few of the sensations that spread through his body a January day at Barts.

Not only is John radiant and soft; he is also Sherlock’s juxtaposition. Where the detective is pale as the moon, John is glowing like the sun, warming Sherlock even without touching him.

When they finally touch – properly touch – like lovers, it is like being struck by lightning again. Electrical jolts ripple through him and John’s fingers and lips burn Sherlock’s skin. He has never felt more alive.

“You are so beautiful.”

Sherlock doesn’t believe John at first. Nobody has ever called him that before. Freak – yes. Beautiful – no.

“Has no one called you that before?”

John’s voice is sad and incredulous when Sherlock shakes his head.

“I’ll just have to convince you then.”

Sherlock learns that John can be outstandingly persuasive and tireless in his endeavours.

The first time John penetrates him, it feels like an earthquake has hit Sherlock. He is shaken, out of his depth, and more aroused than he’s ever been.

“Oh, God. Just look at you, Sherlock. Incandescent, glorious, delectable.”

John’s voice and his adoring words can transform Sherlock’s inner organs to molten lava within seconds. 

As long as he has John in his life, Sherlock will never freeze again, nor will he feel like a freak.

The day he tells John that he loves him, they are watching a double rainbow on holiday in Canada. John’s hands cradle Sherlock’s face, his eyes are blue as the sea, brimming with unshed tears.

“Did I say it wrong?”

“No, my darling. It was perfect.”

They kiss until the rainbows are a faint memory, but every time Sherlock closes his eyes after that day, the multicoloured phenomenon is there to remind him of that precious moment.  

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This is absolutely beautiful, and feels so on brand for Sherlock and John!

Solace and Joy, ch. 98: "Rings and Ink"

(a 221b). Fluffbruary August 2025

Summary: Sherlock is mercurial, and he's backing out. John is bombproof, and he's staying in anyway.

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What were you going to ask me before we got off course?

John, will you still love me if I’ve changed my mind?

Obviously. Have you? About what?

I have. About our wedding… rings. —See, I knew you’d be cross.

I’m not, just let me process. And tell me what to process.

First, yes to the rings after all. I want to put one on your hand, and for you to put one on mine.

Okay, that’s… good.

I won’t wear it every day. So I still want a ring tattoo: I’m attached to the idea.

Also good, since we have the designs, artist, and date all lined up. So yes to rings and ink.

But no to a wedding. Which we also have all lined up.

No wedding?

No wedding, and no marriage. A private ritual, for two private people.

Okay, why not? We’ve eliminated the fuss around weddings, may as well eliminate the wedding too.

You don’t mind?

I don’t mind, love. Of course, private rituals have no legal standing.

Do we need legal standing?

Only for medical decisions, access in hospital, and that.

Mycroft can arrange that.

I’m liking this. No costumes, either. We do it here, in our most authentic and comfortable clothes. A declaration, and a vow.

A declaration and a hope. Binding promises are boring.

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This is the topic Sherlock was trying to raise at the beginning of Ch. 95, "Conditional." Another loooooong arc in this story comes to a close: chapters 38, 48, 67–70, and 73. Beautiful art of the tattoo patterns will be coming as a Fandom Trumps Hate offering; watch this space, and AO3!

Thanks for reblogging--let me know if I should tag or untag you.

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I'm so excited that the next chapter is here!

Creative Camouflage (hath updated!)

Fluffbruary Extended Edition Infinifluff. August 14. Prompts: ink - canvas - horizon

Sherlock fandom

Chapter 6 - Bohemian Rhapsody

Summary: When Sherlock asks John to move in with him, John is reluctant. 221B is Sherlock through and through and John can't imagine intruding on the place that's so dear to the detective. Said detective doesn't take John's dismissal very seriously, and ploughs on with sound arguments for why John should stop being an idiot and do the sensible thing.

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Collecting books is great until you have to move all of them at once and realize that every one of the little bastards weighs about as much as a brick and collectively have the mass of a neutron star

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Archive of Our Sherlock Art

This is an archive of all of the fanart for BBC Sherlock. We will be going through artists' blogs and reblogging any art made for Sherlock. The goal of this is for anyone to be able to quickly see all the wonderful art that has been made over the years in one place.

I've tried to be as consistent as possible with the tags, keeping in mind only the first five tags are searchable. The first tag should always be the artist. The second will be nsfw if applicable. I am not going to be screening the art in any way. If it is Sherlock fan art, it goes on the blog. End of story.

If you'd like to help or have an artist suggestion, please leave an ask.

Artists in the Archive:

@joanacchi #joanacchi

@flyingrotten #flyingrotten

@septembre-songstress #septembre-songstress

@interiorlulu #interiorlulu

@coeykuhn #coeykuhn

@inchells #inchells

@inferno92000 #inferno92

Artists to add to the Queue:

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I look forward to these meetings so much! And we've read some absolute gems!

Johnlock fic club

After finishing with @arwamachine's wonderful fic (thank you again for joining our latest discussion for an author Q+A, it was a joy to have you there), we're reading the fantastic The Edinburgh Problem by @snorklepie next.

We're starting on Sunday, August 17, at 6:30 pm CET with chapters 1-4.

As always, you can DM me for the link.

Tagging a few regulars. @snorklepie you are of course always welcome to join in if you want, I promise the worst that'll happen is that we scream at you how brilliant your fic is. Or maybe you just want to join for a Q+A, whatever you're comfortable with. No pressure, just joy!

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Happy birthday Sense8s!

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Fandom Trumps Hate is the best! Thanks for the tag!

Heart of the Score

an FTH fic for 2025

John Watson has been settling into life in Berlin, playing clarinet with the Berlin Philharmonic, when a new concert master appears disrupting his comfortable life.

For @lisbeth-kk

And big thank you to @phoenix27884 for the Beta read and translations!

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why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

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Halfway done with my white whale project 🪡🐋 Only took 15 years

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🥳 Complete!

😢 It's over!

Threshold, Chapter 4 / Calais Reno

All complete! Includes a short epilogue as Chapter 5.

Summary: We have arrived at the story we all know. Not an ending, but a beginning.

Author note: This is a Johnlock take on The Beginning Place by Ursula Le Guin. As always with my "takes" on books and movies, there is nothing here that you can blame on the original. I like the idea that there are pockets of magic within the real world.

Thank you for reading / reblogging!

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This. THIS!

I am the person who reads your fic like it's my favourite book. So grateful to the fic authors in my life. I thought about tagging you all, but then I worried I'd forget someone.

Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

✦ Writing existing characters doesn’t make it “less than.” You’re building arcs, crafting dialogue, emotion, pacing. You’re studying character psychology like a scientist. That’s not “just fanfic,” that’s storytelling.

✦ “but it’s just fanfic” ...no. STOP, it’s craft. It’s understanding tone. It’s hitting emotional beats. It’s layering theme and backstory and prose into something people feel. You’re doing the work, you just don’t get graded on it. (Which, honestly is a blessing.)

✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

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So cute!

DAY 7: FATHERHOOD

john h watson has got two babies to care for