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i give up on this one but i still gotta post it cause merwaine stocks need the numbers

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USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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KINGDOM COME: DELIVERANCE II - Henry & Bartosch at the Trosky feast 💖⚔️

"Come on, then, we also have to get at least some sleep before we move out."

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Yes, Mycroft's reaction to Lady Smallwood giving him her personal number shows that he's an idiot at socialising, but it also shows that he doesn't believe anyone could possibly want to spend time with him outside of work; he fails to see the obvious indicators that the woman he has known for years is fond of him as a human being. He thinks his only value is in doing his tricks to be useful to others.

After all, this is the guy who Sherlock tried to convince that he would be wanted at the wedding, only to be shut down and told that people would be delighted by his absence.

The Holmes brothers both need to learn to value themselves. (At least they have each other. Mycroft knows that Sherlock needs to learn to value himself, and Sherlock knows that Mycroft needs to learn to value himself.)

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Parentlock headcanons.

- Rosie grows up to have surprisingly curly hair. John has no clue how to deal with it. During a particularly frustrating hair day Sherlock just stepped in and fixed it with ease, John being in awe at his skills only for Sherlock to point out that he, in fact, ALSO has curly hair. Also because of that fact sometimes people assume she’s his instead of John’s

- Rosie makes up crime cases in her play pretend and Sherlock gets genuinely invested in her storylines. On occasion he gets annoyed by the inconsistencies of the criminal since obviously Ken was nowhere near the deceased Barbie at the time of her disappearance but he’ll let her have her fun

- Sherlock does not stoop so low as to sing lullabies…but he might play a few on his violin to soothe Rosie to sleep

- Sherlock refuses to talk to Rosie like a child and uses his regular advanced vocabulary, resulting in Rosie using impressively big words and expressions before she’s even started school

- Rosie kept insisting on calling both of them dad, despite their combined efforts to get her to stop. Eventually it just became a habit for both of them to turn around when she called for her dad. The first time resulted in an awkward silence

- Rosie makes “deductions” about her classmates in primary school (ie pointing out their flaws to their faces) and John gets called in for a meeting with her teachers. John’s embarrassed but Sherlock’s not.

- generally John picks Rosie up from daycare & school, but on rare occasions Sherlock is given the mission to pick her up. This usually results in John receiving a concerned phone call from one of the unaware teachers if Sherlock is actually allowed to take the child with him

- as a teenager, Sherlock knows when Rosie’s breaking the rules. He waits in her bedroom with a cup of tea as she climbs back in through her window in the middle of the night. However, she’s usually got dirt on him too, storing body parts in the fridge next to the takeaway and whatnot, so they end up making a “I won’t tell John if you don’t” kinda deal

- At one point Sherlock is questioned on why he refers to Rosie as his daughter when he’s her godfather, he casually explains that God is a ludicrous invention of mankind in an attempt to explain the existence of life so if the word “God” in “goddaughter” doesn’t mean anything to him, why should he include it?

- Sherlock still experiments around the flat despite the toddler running around but he watches her like a hawk and she doesn’t ingest anything toxic under his supervision ever

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BBC Sherlock fandom is wild. You see posts that describe Johnlock perfectly then they be from 2014. I cannot tell the OPs how great they are because 9 times out of 10, they already left the fandom.

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First of all this is absolutly amazing and beautifull!

Seccon I understand that Mycroft can and likely has some "experince" buuut

I'd love to picture him getting all ready at the Diogenes just to come to a complete stop and start to panic right away as it dawns on him what exactly he had texted and what that means, yes he could picture it and fantasize about but he actually never had DONE that! And oh god Gregory could be here any minute, that is not enough time to research, what research? His mind Will helpfully add. You do know, just only in theory.

Cue one, to Mycroft, dashing lookinf DI coming in and finding him in this state.

Do You Like Me?

Mycroft Holmes looked at the paper he pulled out of his pocket in utter confusion.

He knew what it was: three-holed, loose-leaf paper. The type of paper every school-aged child was familiar with. He felt an odd sense of nostalgia simply holding the paper with its college-ruled lines. His brain began to swim with deductions:

Carefully halved -its smooth torn edge telling him the person likely used a ruler to do so.

Folded to create a square.

Wrinkled as if having been balled up to be binned but then smoothed out again.

All of that, while its own level of bafflement, was not as dumbfounding as what was written inside.

It's Valentine's Day. I like you. Do you like me?  Yes ⬜ No ⬜

It was evident the giver started on this quaint, middle-school note-writing path, realized the ridiculousness of giving him of all people such a thing, and was going to throw it away, but then changed their mind and slipped him the note anyway.

It was unsigned but Mycroft recognized the writing and could hear the voice of its author in his mind.

He has not seen him in nearly a week. How? Why NOW?

Then he recalled a conversation from a year ago.

It was the week of Valentine's Day. He and Gregory Lestrade had met for their monthly Sherlock update, which stopped being about Sherlock long ago. Gregory was recalling how he felt when, as a spotty young teen, he slipped such a note to a girl he liked but forgot to sign it. The girl in question presumed it was from another classmate that she fancied and approached him with it. The classmate, seizing the opportunity, claimed the note was his. By the time Gregory realized what had happened, he was too heartbroken and ashamed to say anything. He had not sent a Valentine again until he was married, and they both knew what happened there. Mycroft was just coming to terms with realizing he had fallen in love with Gregory and convinced himself Gregory would not be interested in him. Thus, kept his feelings to himself. He could not admit then that he would have never made that mistake were Gregory to send him such, and he would have checked off Yes. Instead, Mycroft casually mentioned he had started uni by then. Not that he thought of such things then, but he was much too young for his intellectual peers. And that same intellect had cut him off from what should be his social peers. He had not said the words, but he knew Gregory understood it meant he had never sent nor received such a thing. So, in true Mycroft fashion, he blew the whole conversation off in fierce snark about the sentiment surrounding the time of year and quickly changed the subject.

Now, a year later, Mycroft stared at the paper in his hands.

He was grateful none could see how his heart lurched, for surely could not hide his wonder.

Here he was, a grown man, a near middle-aged man at that! -receiving his very first Valentine!

For a little piece of paper, it carried a lot of weight. One he never expected to bear.

And it's from Gregory!

The enormity of what it meant! That Gregory, who would never toy with him on such a thing knowing who he is, has done this?

Could it really be that simple? To have everything by answering a Valentine?

The thought utterly gutted Mycroft.

Mycroft was not a man for romantic overtures; he simply was not. Still, he knew he had to do something.  There are only two people who could get close enough to him to deliver such and he has not seen his brother in days.

"Anthea?"

"Sir?"

Mycroft held out the note. "Please reverse the travel of today's delivery."

Anthea barely suppressed her smirk as she slipped the note into a pocket without looking at it. "Yes, sir."

Mycroft gave it two hours.

Ninety-three minutes later, his phone buzzed.

TEXT: This is faster. She or whoever was sent is good. I just found it in my pocket. –GL

It was a photo of the original note, now with Mycroft’s response added, plus another text.

It's Valentine's Day. I like you. Do you like me?  Yes ✔ No ⬜ It is MORE than like. YES ✔  

TEXT: If you could have 24 hours with me and I couldn't say no, what would we be doing? –GL

Mycroft nearly dropped his phone as far too many visuals, clean and… otherwise, suddenly crashed in his mind.

It was heady to realize what he once never dared to dream could be on the verge of becoming reality.

TEXT: Be my Valentine and find out. I’m at Diogenes. The clock will begin upon arrival. Come and kiss me. –MH

TEXT: I’ll be there in an hour, depending on traffic. –GL

“Anthea?”

“Shall I clear your schedules for today, Sir?”

Mycroft could not find it in him to even pretend annoyance at her presumptuousness; she was his aide-de-camp for a reason.

“Today and tomorrow,” he looked at his phone, “Actually -hold that thought…”

Emboldened, Mycroft sent another text.

TEXT: Can you be enticed to double the time if you’ll allow me to reverse the order? –MH

He mentally grinned at the thought of Gregory's face upon reading it. 

TEXT: Consider me enticed. I’ll be there in LESS an hour! –GL

Mycroft’s eyes playfully narrowed on a smug-looking Anthea. “Make that today, tomorrow, and the day after.”

“Of course, sir.”

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I am more a Cat person myselfe, and therefore just live when most characters love cats to honestly, but I Can picture that , especially because they are not humans, not that anoying .... exept when they got stubborn and Mycroft would feel way to remeberd about his Babybrother (but we all know he loves him soooooo ^.~) Oh and thats mamybe how Sherlock came up with Redbeatd beeing a Dog (can't handle the grusomeness of his friend beeing you know but having the connection of how his brother loves dogs so it is an easy step fot his mind)

Fam. Why are we headcanoning Mycroft as a massive cat person? Give me Mycroft at the dog park with his purebred terriers. Give me 10-year-old Myc fawning and walking the QUEENS FUCKING CORGIS IN HIS SPARE TIME. Give me him fondly watching Greg play fetch with their dogs. Give me him finding the best dog trainers for the puppy Greg brought home and then not trusting them and attempting to train the dog himself. GIVE ME THIS.

Please:(

@sarcasstic-jpmvr i am dying i can't do this anymore

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I love Mycroft and Sherlock as they are. I like them weird. I like them eccentric. I like them a little (?) naughty. I like them probably murderus when it comes to protecting Lestrade or John. I like them passionate. I like them not interested in people except for a very few. I like them for just who they are. So in conclusion, Johnlock and Mystrade are great.

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Do we want a part two .... Are you kidding?? Yes! Yes of fu***** course!! ^.^

please somebody write a story where greg and mycroft are married but whilst on an arrest greg gets injured & put in a medical coma to keep him safe

when he wakes up mycroft is beside him--the doctors said gregs memory would be temporarly gone whilst he recovered but now greg wont stop hitting on mycroft and its getting to the stage were its increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when talking about medication

"owch hey mister cute umbrella can u move the pillow abit:)??"

*mycroft fixes pillow inches away from gregs face*

greg: *whistles* "i'd kiss u so hard right now if i didn't have six broken ribs, a punctured lung + a fractured hip."

myc : gregory your parents are in the room

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mycroft: ah- the doctors have given me some more pills, these ones are a bit large so hopefully you wont have much trouble swallowing them"

greg: *takes a look* nah its fine im good a swallowing....uhhh big things *wiggles eyebrows half asleep* geddit

mycroft: gregory MY parents are in the room

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What do you mean with "as if" ???

I cracked it. Seeing Gabriel and Beelzebub fucking off to the stars felt exctly as if Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade came out as gay at the end of Sherlock season 4.

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Oh Blue from Blue's Clues was a girl? Never knew but nice to know ... it just seems like as a kid I did'nt care What gender the dog was and just liked the Dog ..... 🤯

In every generation there is a chosen one…

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me following my roommates around the apartment: and then in s1e7 ‘what are little girls made of,’ spock questions chapel’s ability to recognize her fiancé, roger, over an audio call, and she implies that if he were engaged, he would be able to recognize that person’s voice without a doubt. so then after kirk beams down to the planet to see roger, he’s held hostage by a droid who imitates kirk’s exact voice to spock when he calls, and spock becomes concerned for the captain because he doesn’t sound right. and then while kirk himself is being cloned, he ensures that the clone will be different from him by thinking unkind thoughts about spock. when the clone boards the enterprise, spock realizes that he’s not the captain by the way he speaks to him (despite having no prior knowledge that any cloning was taking place on the planet) and beams down the planet to find the real kirk. and then it turns out that chapel herself wasn’t actually able to tell that her own fiancé’s voice was a clone, but spock-

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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red string of fate au where james is sick and tired™ of having to wait for destiny to bring his soulmate to him.

especially because in this universe the intensity of the red in your string shows if you are close to your other half (bright red when you are really close, but a maroon-ish color when far)

also, only you can see your own string, and the only part that's truly visible is what's tied on your pinky finger and a bit of the loose part, but it's just a couple inches of it that then turns invisible so it's not a bother.

so! james' string is bright bright red, like BRIGHT red. his soulmate is close but he has no way to find out who it is until "the right moment" which is when he and his soulmate get to hold hands for the first time.

james tried to hold hands with EVERYONE (who was willing and with a bright string as well, he's not daft) on the gryffindor tower, his quidditch team, and even some students from other houses who he has classes with.

results: nothing.

he gets so riled up and impatient, that one day he just snaps.

which means: he goes to the great hall for breakfast (because everyone is there), sits at the very beginning of the gryffindor table (to have everyone in his field of vision), grabs as much of his red string as he can (so, right before it becomes invisible) and. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

two things happen in like two seconds.

one. regulus black, who was just about to leave the great hall, is yanked backwards and barely caught by barty before he hits the ground. his arm painfully stretched to james' direction.

two. before james can finish processing that what the fuck, regulus black is his soulmate and sirius is going to murder him. regulus manages to stand back up properly, stares at his pinky like it has personally offended him, and. also. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

so james also gets yanked, only that, as he was still stunned from what just happened, he gets pulled out of his seat and dragged for maybe five steps towards regulus. arm painfully stretched towards him.

sirius, who has been watching everything, loses his shit.

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we really never will be free of supernatural of nov 5 destiel superhell but neither will misha