#Ms. Hudson

[anoddrock]

Sometimes a family is an eccentric detective, an odd doctor who keeps up with him, an energetic child that bites and pickpockets, and their housekeeper, and I think that’s beautiful

[lumixre]

Things that I want to see in the second part of Moriarty the Patriot:

Let's start with the one I need the most. Sherlock and Mycroft. Really, I just want to read about them. I want some chapters where they play deductions, some chapters were they talk with each other and, especially, I want some flashbacks. I genuinely need to understand their relationship better, they are my favourite dinamic in the whole manga and I think that a lot of people sleep on them.

Then, obviously, I want some more chapters about Sherly and Liam. I mean, I want to see their domestic life at New York, how William was when Sherlock left to travel around the world and I would pay to see them resolving crimes toghether.

Bond and Ms. Hudson. I think there isn't a lot more to add.

Ah, obviously, another classic: Albert and Mycroft. I don't even care about what they are going to show us about them, I just want to see them.

I WANT TO SEE LIAM AND JOHN, MS. HUDSON OR MYCROFT BONDING. I mean, we have some scenes where Sherlock talks with the Moriartys (even if I wouldn't dislike some others), but we never see Liam talking with Sherlock's family, and I need it.

Louis and Sherlock. I won't elaborate.

Ms. Hudson's reaction at the fact that Sherlock now is a perfect housekeeper.

Mycroft's reaction when he finds out that Sherlock had written to John and Ms. Hudson that he was still alive but didn't say anything to him. (no, seriously, I deeply love Mycroft and Sherlock relationship and I would like them to confront about their problems for once, even if I know it won't happen)

And that's it. Actually I have like 20183 other things that I would love to see, but nothing compares to Mycroft and Sherlock.

[augh-lex]

To start off 2023, here's some MoriARTy for you! 🍾🥂 This Time it's James Bonde and Fem. Moran and Fred + Masc. Hudson! I hope you enjoy! Happy 2023! New art next Sunday! :D🫶❤️

[diioonysus]

dresses + art

[detectivejay]

I have no idea if this poll will have as much widespread appeal as some of the others, but this idea popped into my head and felt like a fun one to me, so...

Now you can take this whatever direction you'd like: who you realistically think you're the closest match to, or pure wish fulfillment who'd you most enjoy being. I'd love to see people's reasonings for their choices in the comments and tags. x3 Please reblog for a larger sample size!

In my case, I'd love to think I'm the Watson as a loyal friend, but I'm far too squeamish to be helpful with most medical needs besides basic first aid, and I would NOT be any help in a fight, I'm running in the other direction and yanking Sherly with me the second there's gunshots, bye. I think I'm mostly likely Mrs. Hudson--responsible, own a home, love Sherly and Watson despite their faults, still deeply loyal and tough in my own way even if I'm not in the thick of the danger, a bit of a homebody probably and good at whipping up some tea/food.

With all that said, interpret these roles any way you want! That will be a big part of the fun for this one, seeing how people decide and back up their picks. :)

[calypso-nna]

Spent this week drawing wlw collabs!! 🎉

Swap outfits and all bcs why not hehe 😋

Here's the clean ver without dialogues:

[azvhaalk]

☀︎ sun and moon ☾

[edenvix]

Some old art from like last year that hopefully didn't age that poorly....

[221bstrange]

Ms. Hudson: Look, I just think it’s time for you to settle down, you know? Make a choice, pick a lane!

Sherlock (high as fuck): Who’s Elaine?

[actually-a-girls-name]

Family

my second ficlet for @calaisreno may prompts!! a nice Christmas at Baker Street, Ms. Hudson POV, hope you enjoy!

also on ao3 if you want to drop a comment there :)

2,005 words - Prompt: Family (no shit Sherlock)

The living room was scintillating from every corner, ornamented with stuffed reindeers and Santa Claus figurines, and a magnificent tree was taking up quite a lot of space next to the chimney. It was their second Christmas since John had moved back to Baker Street with Rosie. The doctor was the one who insisted they would decorate particularly heavily. “For Rosie” he said, but Ms. Hudson saw he was enjoying it as much as the little girl. Sherlock had seen it too of course, so he didn’t argue. He was even the one who put the colorful fairy lights up, the ones they had back from their first Christmas together. She had caught John looking over fondly at his partner as he was trying to detangle the wires. Ms. Hudson remembered thinking they had probably shopped for those lights back then, since it was not in the flat furniture. She was sure they were an item now, even though they were yet to say anything about it. But the landlady was more than a landlady and she did know them good after all.

The guests arrived for 6 o’clock and the room was filled of chatter and laughter. It was the usual crowd: Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade and even Mycroft was there! He had been bullied by John and Sherlock for over a month before giving in. Threats involving Rosie were made. In the end, it wasn’t really a surprise for Ms. Hudson that he caved in. Even if it wasn’t for the soft heart she knew he had under all these layers of expensive clothing and frigidity, the couple were legitimately scary. They were already before everything happened, but now that they weren’t wasting so much energy coming at each other, their connection was a dangerous weapon. Upon consideration, she was glad to have them on her side and feared the inevitable day they would join forces to mess with her.

The champagne was still flowing but the appetizers brought by Molly were long gone now. Rosie was channeling all the attention on her, dancing in the middle of the room in a cute sparkly purple dress. It was way past her bedtime but to everyone’s enjoyment the demon was still full of energy.

What a light this sweet little girl brought to their lives, Ms. Hudson thought. Oh, it had been hard on her: the death of her mother and her father doing the best he could that wasn’t quite enough. To his defense, the poor man had his fair share of grief to deal with. Still, it didn’t help that he had deprived his daughter of another pair of loving arms in the storm of it all. Ms. Hudson knew how John regretted his reaction toward Sherlock, so she kept those reflections to herself. During these times, there have been days of complete silence, which was about the scariest thing a young child could do. But then Rosie started crying again, and not only crying – thank God – but also babbling and squealing and laughing. She had a village of adoring people raising her now, and Ms. Hudson could only think of the joy she felt from being a part of it.

Martha never had any children of her own, too busy enjoying the high (and steam!) of her marriage at first, and then too busy trying to figure out a way out of the spiral down. She would probably never have wanted any with him anyway. He wasn’t the kind of man you could see being tender with children. She herself was not even sure she would be. She had always been pretty indifferent to these little screaming individuals. She found babies cute and wasn’t completely immune to their smiles (who was?) but she also didn’t find herself caring too much. She always felt clumsy on their company and could never figure out how to act around children. With Rosie she had learned. She loved the creature with all her heart, that helped.

They were tackling the cake by now, Rosie finally napping on the sofa after spending the entire diner running around and eating out of everyone’s plate. Ms. Hudson settled on observing Sherlock for a while. He had been incredibly appropriate and seemed at-ease all evening, even as the tiredness were visibly settling in. Maybe John’s hand occasionally brushing his thighs or settling behind the back of his chair had helped. Maybe the wine too: they were all such lightweight, she could probably outdrink them all. Not something to be particularly proud of, she thought then. “Must be the few glasses of whiskeys at the bridges sessions, nothing wrong with that.” Still, Sherlock had come a long way from the mess of a person he was when they first met. She drifted back to her memories as she watched with tenderness the man the self-labelled sociopath had become.

Martha was from a big family, the last one of six siblings. All her brothers and sisters had or were moving out when she was still little; she didn’t have time to form a strong connection with any of them. Her parents were nice but tired to their bones, she remembered the silence being an eminent part of her childhood. Friends she had a ton, but the one who mattered the most left early at her wedding. Everything changed after that, and moving to Florida cut the last remaining strings.

She was 34 when she settled in London, and she had felt lonely ever since. Martha Louise Hudson was a social one, but acquaintances stayed just that: acquaintances. It was at that time she really wished to have a family. There were a few men, but none of them felt right. Few men ever do when you’re an independent woman able to recognize her own value. And by God she was. Still, she longed for a meaningful connection. She did have a sister and a niece she visited sometimes, but the distance wasn’t making it easy. As she grew older and it was becoming increasingly sure she wasn’t going to have a child of her own, she always found herself wondering what a mother she would have been.

She immediately felt a weird pull when she met Sherlock, passed out in the street two blocks away from her flat: she felt a need to protect the boy, almost viscerally. So she took him home to fed him tea and biscuits. The discussion they had was one of the strangest she ever had at the time (strangest things had happened to her since then). As it turned out, he was the one who could protect her: her bastard of a husband had figured a way out of jail and was threatening to come get her. Sherlock promised he was not going to let it happen, and he didn’t. She became attached to this smart and arrogant junkie, who was just as lonely as she was, if not more.

She visited him in a rehab center a couple of times, that’s how she met Mycroft. She remembered quite clearly the way his glances were sending chills to her spine. Sherlock visited her a few times too, after he got out. Sometimes he only dropped off a stolen item from a crime scene he thought she might like, sometimes he would stay for tea and biscuits. He usually liked to narrate his cases to her: Ms. Hudson was a very good listener. She shouted, gasped, and laughed right on cue. Other times, less frequently, he was letting her talk about the neighborhood gossips and the new members of her bridge club. When her tenants moved out, she naturally offered the space to him and he accepted without hesitation. God knows where he had been living before! He would always refuse to talk about it.

It was well into the night and Greg and Molly had just left but the walls of 221B Baker Street seemed to be retaining their laughter. It was just the two of them now with Rosie asleep in John’s chair. “Well, the four of us really” she thought. They were seated in the living room, letting the weariness of the evening washing through them.

Ms. Hudson could not have guessed this was going to be what her Christmas would look like when she greeted John Watson on the entrance of her house, a bit more than 5 years ago. Maybe she had hoped for it a tiny bit. She thought John and Sherlock were perfect for each other since the first glance she casted at the doctor. Gosh, it has been a long time coming! And nothing was perfect, nothing ever is, but this was the closest they might ever get to a perfect night. Martha sighted.

She avoided thinking about the years when Sherlock was dead, and she knew John was doing the same. They had a silent agreement not to talk about it either. But it didn’t mean she had forgotten. On the contrary, she remembered very distinctly the silence that had fallen on Baker Street like a curse. She used to put the TV at full volume all day long, without getting herself to actually watch it. Ms. Hudson hushed those memories away, frowning. John was singing a soft lullaby to Rosie who had just woken up crying.

The first Christmas after John had moved back in with his daughter, they had spent the day in cardboard boxes. John and Sherlock had gone out on a Christmas dinner at Molly’s while she had stayed minding for little Rosie. Sherlock had been home early and visibly upset. He didn’t answer when she asked him what was wrong. That night John came back late and drunk, and she had trouble falling back asleep after that. They still had a lot to sort out at that time. But wasn’t it what it’s all about? Ups and downs. She realized now: that was the proper of families. And she had never been so glad to have found one.

“What are you smiling for, Ms. H?” Sherlock asked, scanning her face.

“Nothing my boys, just happy to have you here.”

“Where else would we ever want to be?” John answered, grinning.

[need-a-name-101]

I love Sherlock’s relationship with Ms. Hudson

[pbjelly90]

Rewatching some favorite episodes of the Yuumori dub and listening to all the accents makes my ears happy. I love this voice cast. 🥰

I may have to edit this afterwards and rank my favorite episodes for fun, the Noahtic and Study in S are definitely up there, seeing all my best boys meet, and also The Two Detectives holds a special place in my fangirl heart. I particularly like Yuumori's spin on A Study in Scarlet, with Liam testing Sherly. Ms. Hudson is great in those episodes and John is the most precious and loyal friend from the jump.

[galaxythreads]

One of the things I really appreciate about Elementary is how totally chill it is with the lgbtq community. Ms. Hudson is trans. No one says anything or misgenders her. She is just Ms Hudson. Suspects are gay, murderers are gay, police are gay. It's heavily implied that Hannah Gregson, Captain Gregsons daughter, is either lesbian or in some type of qpr with her roomate in s6. there is no message that being gay is linked with being secretly evil. People are just people in elementary. Joan and Sherlock are always extremely respectful of sexuality and/or gender identity despite the fact that both of them are straight. Gay jokes are said and are both extremely accepting and very funny. Gay the geologist's introduction is still one of the funniest scenes in media to me. Like sexuality is very much just something There not something they had to make a fanfare about. Elementary uses it as plot twists sometimes. People are sometimes homophobic yeah, but not the main cast, and it just feels REAL. I really appreciate that.

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[snirtsnirkarts]

My Ms. Hudson concept! Oh- uh- Oh god, he’s got to me, hasn’t he? Erm- I meant, my Mariana concept! Which is what I said from the beginning. Definitely.