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this is me coping and waiting for Sherlock Holmes 3

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I accidentally wrote a fic

“Sit.”

“John, you’re being—”

“Shut up and sit, Sherlock.”

Sherlock sighs, but he does as he’s told, pulling out the kitchen chair to which John is adamantly pointing and lowering himself into it with ease.  He’s not about to tell John that it’s possible his whole body is bruised, not when John’s already as tense as he is about the neck injuries.

“Stay,” John says, pointing one short finger for emphasis.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.  “I’m not a dog, you know,” he says hoarsely.

John doesn’t reply, already moving past Sherlock toward the loo down the hall where he keeps his medical supplies.  Sherlock lifts one hand, his elbow stinging as torn flesh rubs against the harsh wool of his coat, and rubs the soft material of his scarf between two fingers and examines flat around him.  The yellow paint on the windows is bright in the dimness of the living room.  The sight of it still makes something in Sherlock’s throat tight, which in turn makes him wince, and he looks away.

It doesn’t matter now, he thinks.  John is safe.

He has just decided to spend tomorrow scrubbing the windows free of paint when John returns.  He unceremoniously sweeps Sherlock’s experiments to the side, and when Sherlock tries to protest it comes out as a pained squeak instead.

“Quit trying to talk until I’ve checked you out,” John snaps.

Despite the palpable tension till thrumming through John’s body and lacing his voice with anger, his hands are steady and gentle as they reach for the scarf around Sherlock’s neck.  His fingers brush Sherlock’s where they’re still pressed into the cloth until he lowers his hand and allows John to do what he needs to do.  Sherlock stares up into John’s face, observing the faint lines and creases that make up a fascinating expression somewhere between fury and doctorly concern.  John stares resolutely at his own hands as he unwraps the scarf with slow movements.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he says.  His voice is soft, but it leaves absolutely no room for argument.  Sherlock, of course, has to argue anyway.

“I thought I wasn’t meant to talk,” he whispers.

John’s jaw tightens, the muscles jumping.

“This isn’t funny, Sherlock,” John says.  “You should have told the paramedics.  Neck injuries can be serious.”

“It’s just bruised, John.  I would know if—”

“You aren’t a doctor.”

“That’s why I have you.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

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today’s hottake: u can always tell if a version of sherlock holmes is decent by how Irene Adler is written. Irene Adler’s purpose in the original Canon was to outsmart Holmes and force him to self reflect on his hubris and misogyny NOT to be a love interest. If an adaptation of Holmes shows Irene Adler as exclusively a love interest, or excludes her entirely, 9 times out of 10 its a sign that the writers are more interested in Holmes as an infallible figure of masculine intelligence than as a, like, human being or well rounded character. this is why Irene Adler is one of, if not the, most important characters in the whole sherlock holmes mythology and quite a revolutionary character given the context in which she was written but most adaptations completely disregard and belittle her because they’re misogynistic, homophobic, stupid, or a perfectly uninspiring combination of all three.

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“I love that shot… both of us, walking away…”

(Ben ~ The Great Game DVD Commentary)

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Sherlock candids (49/100)

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seems all I ever do now is draw John and Sherlock sleeping??? ok

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Sherfox Holmes and John Foxson

that’s one foxy detective..im so sorry

prints and stuff

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oh, i love the curling of your hair

gives me the greatest peace i’ve ever known

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-Do you see something?

-Yup..

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This is the shot they cut to immediately after Sherlock has run his eyes up and down John’s entire body and made the deduction that he’s wearing his “date shoes”

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Could you do Sherlock taking a lil nap with Gladstone? ^.^

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sherlock does’t even want the knocker of 221B to be straight

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Oh, what a night.

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“My boy is Benedict! He’s brilliant, actually. And it’s not blowing smoke up his arse, like ‘Brilliant as in: ‘He is a nice bloke!’ He has a sensibility and an oddness to him. And a directness and a fantastic sense of humor […]. He is a very generous, very thoughtful, focussed, disciplined actor […]. Not everyone runs in the Olympics… Benny should be running in the Olympics.” - Tom Hardy about Benedict