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how to draw arms ? ? 

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Wip #36528364827

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Finished the blanket - finally

I can’t believe it's over 😅

Pattern: Starlite

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Sometimes I feel like I don't even deserve to see him on my phone's screen. He's so ethereal with his long/medium unruly curls with the darkest of blue mixed along with black. His eyelashes that can rival a little deer. He's so freakishly tall but somehow seems like a tall child stuck in an adult body. He's such a goofy little guy but he's also the smartest man in the room given any situation (minus if his brother is there sorry Sherly).

I like how he's so passionate about everything, be that chemistry, literature or music...oh his music! I wonder if Sherlock ever sits at his desk writing music sheets over his violin and wishes if he could play all the stringed instruments. The way he is, he probably tried. I'm sure John gets most of his rants when Sherlock is fixed on a topic. I wonder if William got to see this beautiful side of Sherlock during those three years they spend in New York. I wonder if Mycroft was the one who got him into music when he couldn't give him time because of the age gap so Sherlock became dependent on this particular hobby to distract himself. I wonder if he ever wanted to compose the music he wrote. I wish our little detective was real.

I hope he knows John forgave him for his absence. That John only wants him safe and sound.

And I hope he knows his brother was mourning him. That it's about time they offer eachother closure. That his brother loves him.

And most importantly, I hope he knows his Liam views him as hope. That William will burn the world once again if something happens to him. He's the only remaining light in William's life and always will be. They don't ever have to go through something alone ever again, be that tragic or beautiful. They have eachother.

Sorry guys I got a little emotional with this one :3

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WIP:

ɟɟo pǝuɹnʇ sdɯɐlʇǝǝɹʇs ǝɥʇ 

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Happy six sentence Sunday!

Thanks for the tag!! @shreddedleopard

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

Here we go again. WIP: ɟɟo pǝuɹnʇ sdɯɐlʇǝǝɹʇs ǝɥʇ (ch 10)

The shirt was askew, and now Sherlock noticed a stain near the collar—the remains of Liam's strange hunt for blue alcohol.

His oxytocin-filled brain couldn't manage two directions; he could stare at Liam for eternity and notice other irregularities in him — how he changed his sitting position slightly because there was no more room in his pants — or process their conversation.

Liam's face rearranged muscle groups; he tapped his finger on his lower lip; following an impulse, he wanted to look up thoughtfully, but the room suddenly turned, and he used his outstretched hand to fall forward and hold on to the mattress.

Sherlock scooted closer to hold him and, if possible, prevent Liam from falling sideways out of the bed.

Fingers dug into his forearms as William pulled himself up again.

Sherlock pushed blonde hair behind the owner's ear, then searched for familiar paths with his fingers along the back and down to the waistband.

Since I still don't know many people: If you see it, you're tagged!

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“I’ll just rest my eyes” is the biggest lie you’re going straight to snorkmimimi land

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Little Liam Chibi is so incredible cute

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Happy six sentence Sunday!

Thanks for the tag!! @soapy-soartp

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

William stood in the trench that ran around the city and tried hard not to step on hands or outstretched limbs. He had to look down.

It was effective and fit into the detective's gray moral compass: murder was never a quick solution, just very final. That someone had come back afterward and brought everything to an end… well, revenge took people to dark places, and in a city, however small compared to London or New York, one lost soul was enough; William knew what it felt like.

Now, he would need the cane as an anchor point while walking, but it would just get in his way, so William stored it in a room with Sherlock's few travel items. “Alright, let’s tear down walls.”

I can't tag people because I have limited people I know here lol. Tag for everyone reading this!

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Moriarty Remains

I was slightly worried when this chapter opened with more Helena wrap up, but LOOK WHO IT IS!!!

Pretty jerk is back

William: The final touches remain

Me: Siiiigh, can we just focus on pretty boy with the too-short pants?

Seriously you can see his entire slutty ankles

The tag line today is like, "Cool-headed thinking to capture the true nature of blazing inferno."

I love it. It's very Sherly. It's very them. It's very Motif-y.

Hudson: My heart goes out to your future wife, Sherlock

Sherlock: I'm married to my job

William: It's true, I'm his job

And now the building where the last criminal who attacked the department store was holing up is on fire. *squints at William*

There's an interesting bit where they're rushing to put out the fire and Gregson shows up, but he doesn't have time to fight with Sherlock, because: fire, and it reminds me of The Final Problem

The criminal is now dead.

And there's Liam's silhouette in the flames

Sherlock: Only mysteries keep me alive

Me: WE KNOW.

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Liam: Do you love me? Sherlock: We’re literally married. Liam: Yeah, but as friends or—

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Liam: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. Sherlock: Huh? Liam: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out- Sherlock: I love you. Liam: Sherlock: Sherlock: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Liam: I KNEW IT!!

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Two days ago I was joking about the damn fish-strawberry shortcake

Now we have a second one

Enjoy it you beautiful menace

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Happy Birthday (??) Professor I wish you and your disgusting cake a great day

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Characters: Sherlock Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty), William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Additional Tags: Fluff, NY - Freeform, Sickness, taking care of each other, Idiots in Love, sherliam being sherliam, onions to the cure Summary:

The first autumn wind hit him like a blow; his body trembled painfully, starting from his legs all the way up to his chest. Walking was exhausting; he was terribly tired and longed for the warm bed in which Sherlock lay. Under the blanket, with a warm fireplace in the room. But his timeframe was too limited for self-pity.

Hurrying up was good in theory, but he was slow. Very slowly, each gust of wind caused William to stop and half hide his face in his scarf. He wouldn't have to do that; Sherlock wouldn't just die in front of him. Nevertheless, there was an overwhelming urge within him to do something. He couldn't just wait and tempt their fragile luck.