#i am sherlocked

[shadedlines]

SHERLOCK ● The Great Game

Coloured pencil drawing

[meep-meep-richie]

The older i get the more i understand him

[depressedoompaloompa]

✨Hydrate✨ bitches

This is a reminder for everyone who sees this. Get up from where you're sitting and drink a glass of water<3

Reblog so your moots don't die on their beds in their girlcaves

[winter-weepingwillow]

Recently I decided to treat myself with my comfort series for the umpteenth time🔒

Fellow Sherlockians, are you there?

*reblogs are appreciated!

[sweeterthansucrose]

Gay people can't flirt properly. It's always something like:

'Punch me in the face.'

'Punch you?'

'Yes, punch me, in the face, didn't you hear me?'

[buckingham-ashtray]

Can we sometimes just take a step back and remember that John never learned what happened on the roof of Bart‘s and why exactly did Sherlock jump and who he jumped for and the snipers and Sherlock‘s tears and the two years of impossible work and the Johnlessness and Serbia and the scars and Sherlock.

John never learned about any of these things. He thought Sherlock left him for a little bit of adventure after stepping off a roof right in front of his eyes, he thought Sherlock enjoyed his little joke of playing dead, he thought Sherlock never trusted him, he thought he has never been important to Sherlock after all.

Even though he has no right to land those blows and kicks on Sherlock, he still has the right to be angry and remain angry.

Remember, unlike us, John has never learned about these things.

[strawberrywinter4]

I’m supposed to be working at the moment, but I’m going to take a break and say this:

I have been in the Sherlock fandom for about two years now and I am so grateful I found such a safe place.

I started watching Sherlock during a difficult time in my life.

I was hanging out with a friend one afternoon and I don’t even really know how it happened, but she convinced me to watch Sherlock.

It can take me a while to get into a show. Like… a long while. So, I was a bit wary about it, but I’m grateful for her persistence because she just sat me down and turned it on.

I’m going to admit that I didn’t instantly fall in love with it. There’s a lot to the show and (in my opinion) it can be tough to understand if you don’t pay good attention to it.

My friend and I only ended up watching two episodes. After that, I didn’t think much of it.

One evening, I was sitting on my sofa, scrolling through my TV to see what’s on and low and behold, I somehow find Sherlock.

I watch it again… and this time I can’t stop watching it. It only takes me a few days to get through the whole series, and suddenly it’s my new obsession.

I legitimately couldn’t stop thinking about it. It got worse when I found fanfiction.

Sherlock saved me. I don’t mean to be too dramatic, but it really did. I was in such a stump part of my life and reading Sherlock fanfics or watching Sherlock(TV) allowed me to feel a little lighter, like all the burden that was presented at my shoulders could just dissipate.

The creators of the show turned characters that were popular in the 1800s into something people in this century could relate to.

They got these marvelous characters and studied them in such a deep manner and brought them to life on screen, in the modern world.

And it isn’t just about the characters but it’s also about the whole feeling of the show. They show 221B Baker Street as a cozy, homey safe haven which Sherlock and John can live their adorable domestic life. It is where they plan, discuss cases, laugh, drink tea, sleep, sit by the crackling fire, watch crap telly, eat takeout, and all the things that make them feel at home.

And with Sherlock and John seeing 221B as their home, it has also had the fandom seeing it as such as well.

Just the thought of the show makes me feel comforted. It made my past self feel comforted when she was going through hell.

I know for a fact Sherlock has helped every person in the fandom someway, somehow. It’s a beautiful show that portrays intelligence, friendship, family, relationships, mystery, excitement, warmth, sadness, grief, romance, happiness… there’s too much to list.

But all the qualities of the show have allowed us fans to find a place where we can feel safe. We go to Sherlock whether we feel happy or sad, we go to Sherlock when we need comfort, we go to Sherlock when we need distraction, we go to Sherlock when we need to cry, we go to Sherlock when we need to feel something.

So, sorry for my dramatic rant but I just needed to get this off my chest.

I hope that Sherlock has offered all of you some sort of happiness.

Have a marvelous day <3

[iamsherlocked1479]

Admit it

Word count: 1.9k words

Description: Sherlock believes that lingerie is pointless so y/n decides to prove him wrong, no matter the costs.

Warnings: 18+, very angsty, BJ, P in V sex, choking, slut shame

A/N: this is my apology for not posting as much hope you like it! But chapter 11 is about halfway done atm.

“I don’t get it!” Sherlock shouted at the television screen, jolting you awake with his movement, you had fallen asleep on him again, which of course he didn’t have a problem with.

“W-what now?” You ask dazed from your sleep

“These adverts look at those women.” He pointed to the ad you had seen thousands of times for a designer company showing off their new lingerie.

“Its just an ad?” You say confused, this is your punishment for letting him get to intrigued in the reality tv shows you watch, his attempt of proving he could be a normal boyfriend.

“Yes but I don’t get why lingerie is so amazing.” He turned to you

“Because its a way to feel pretty, seductive almost.” You laugh

“But you don’t need lingerie to look beautiful.” He added

“You know you should use that line more often.” You laugh

“I really don’t understand society.” He sighed and turned his head back to the screen.

“So you wouldn’t care if i wore something like that?” You ask

“I prefer you in nothing, we both know that.” He squeezed your thigh

“No but its meant to make their partners want them more. A treat i would say.” You thought how you ended up explaining the use of lingerie to your boyfriend who was very much experienced by now in the arts of physical relationships with you.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does.” You laugh “its like when you wear that purple shirt that’s slightly too tight for you” you smirk as his brow raises

“That actually explains a lot.”

“Never mind the show is back on.” You point to the screen

“You’re just going to fall asleep again.” He smiled

“Would that be a problem?” You ask

“Never.” He added, and as usual he was right. You woke up the next morning in you shared bed trying to work out how you’d gotten there but then remembered your conversation from last night, maybe he would like it if you wore lingerie. You hadn’t exactly tried that before, you knew he was probably out on a case so you got dressed with your mission clear. Finding the perfect lingerie to seduce the great Sherlock Holmes, who also happened to be the man who never had physical relationships with anyone, in a physical relationship with you.

You started out with a few common clothing shops with nothing really taking your fancy so you decided it would be better to look in the expensive shops, like the one from the advert. You browse the isles being amazed by the different styles and colours in all shapes and sizes before finally seeing the perfect set.

On a mannequin in front of you was a purple laced bra and panties set. It was almost the same colour as his shirt so you knew it would be perfect, the bra was lace and obviously see through and the panties would fit your figure just right.

It was early evening by the time you got home, and Sherlock’s violin could be heard throughout the apartment. He smiled when he saw you, but didn’t stop playing. It was obvious whatever case he was on was really toying with his mind mind.

“I’m just gonna take a shower.” You yelled not expecting a reply, it was time to put your plan into action. You showered and washed your hair, whilst also performing for the various bottles of shampoo that probably wished they didn’t need to hear the same verse from careless whisper three times over. You towel dry your hair enough so it wouldn’t be dripping wet, without getting too frizzy the next day and slipped on the lingerie. And god it was perfect, there was no way in hell even Sherlock holmes could deny you didn’t look good, you weren't one for loving yourself too much but this made it difficult.

You left the bathroom wearing only the lingerie and Sherlock was still playing, but upon hearing you enter the room he began playing a careless whisper mocking your singing.

“Was I really being that loud?” You laugh

“I’ve heard worse.” He still hadn’t turned around, dam his stupid mind palace.

“So what case are you stuck on?” You ask moving to the kitchen and ignoring the severed human limbs to make tea.

“A soldier was murdered, found dead in the shower, no way in, no way out and no signs of a struggle. Just dead, it appears as if a ghost killed him.” He still hadn’t turned around, god he was arrogant sometimes.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” You ask

“Yes and is there any biscu-.” He stopped and finally laid his eyes on you. Your back was to him, your ass clearly showing.

“Everything okay back there?” You smirk

“W-what are you wearing?” He asked, you could have swore you heard a gulp.

“Oh this little thing? I picked it up today. What do you think?” You tapped the tea spoon on the cup and turned around, he watched your every move as you entered the living room. You place the tea on the table and walk over to him, now he was intrigued. It was time to play your game. “Sit please” you push him back into his chair and he falls back with a huff his eyes scanning every part of your body.

“I- I think its n-nice.” He watched as you teased him moving your hips as you turned around allowing him to look at everything.

“But you see I’m not sure about it, could you have a closer look?” You step towards him, and place yourself in his lap straddling his legs, with your chest in his face, his hands slid up your legs towards your hips, but you pushed them away. “Ah ah, remember I thought you didn’t see the point in clothes like this. In my opinion i’d say they’re pretty effective.” You could feel him twitching beneath you,

“Maybe they are helping a tad bit.” He shuffled in his seat trying his best to do as you said but he wasn’t going to admit you were right.

“Pitty, I thought they were working.” You began circulating your hips, grinding yourself against his growing length, letting out small moans of pleasure. You watched as he gripped the arms of his chair tightly at the sensation of you rubbing against him. You moved your hands to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers moved closer to you tracing along your leg, but you stopped your movements and tutted. “Admit I was right and maybe I’ll let you touch.”

He grunted frustratedly he wasn’t one for admitting he was wrong, but here you sat in his lap grinding against him and he couldn’t even kiss you. “Shit” he sighed “fine you were right” you smiled at your win and pushed your lips against his and began moving faster.

“I can’t help myself around you, fuck baby.” He trailed his lips along your neck going in between the crevice of your breast with his tongue, he pulled down the straps of your bra and pulled your tits free. He took one into his mouth, nibbling the nipple slightly while gripping the other with his hand.

You gripped his hair pushing him further into your chest letting out more moans edging him on. You pushed your soaked cunt harder on him, making his cock rub against your clit beginning to causing the knot in your stomach to grow tighter, growing closer to your release. He purred into your chest as your wetness soaked through his trousers, which grew ever tighter with your work. You couldn’t hold it back any longer your hips jolted as you came,

“Oh fuck Sherlock yes, fuck you’re so hard its s-so good.”

“Mmm fuck i can’t wait any longer.” He stood up and carried you through the hall towards your bedroom, his lips still locked to yours as he kicked the door open and carried you to the bed. He dropped you there watching as you knelt below him, wiping the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“Want your cock, baby, I need it.” You whimpered as you unbuckled his belt. You pulled down his boxers and watched as he moaned as you licked a stripe down his length before gently sucking on his balls as your hand pumped him slowly. His head knocked back with a sigh of relief as you reached his tip again, and slowly began bobbing your head down over it, working your tongue around him before sinking down a little farther. You tried your best to swallow around him he helped by pushing himself in gently letting out deep moans the further you got. His hip’s jolted again as you pulled back and worked on the tip again, he was becoming too sensitive and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. He pushed your mouth away and brought you to his gently gripping your throat.

“Don't think I forgot you wouldn’t let me touch you, I won’t let that go unnoticed. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week.” He pushed you onto the bed and positioned his frame over you, he practically ripped off the panties and entered with a hard thrust causing you to yelp and grip to the bed sheets. He pushed hard into you the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room accompanied by your moans, you clawed at his back as he fucked you

“Look at you so cock drunk, you think you can parade yourself around like a little slut in my apartment and get away with it. Do you?” He asked

“N-no.” You whimpered, leaning your head back as your back arched

“No what?” He grabbed your chin making your eyes level with his dark blues

“N-no sir.”

“Good.” He flipped you over and knelt over you, slowing his pace, taking more time to push harder into you. “Now say you’re sorry.” He slapped your ass, hard smiling as a pink gleam appeared

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered

“Good girl, now we can enjoy this.” He sped up his pace and placed one hand under you, his thumb rubbing your already swollen clit. The pulse of you clit sent waves through you as you squirmed, he fucked you hard through your orgasm

“Oh fuck, sherlock just there, thats right!” Your voice was muffled as you buried yourself in the sheets pulling them from the corners.

Sherlock groaned, he loved the sight of you being this way around him, so cock drunk you couldn’t even hold yourself up. He too was reaching his end the way your pussy clenched around his cock was enough to set him off, spewing thick white ropes deep inside of you and collapsing onto you.

He took a moment to cat his breath, his cock still inside you before pulling himself off the bed,

“Looks like you need another shower.” He held out his hand as you turned and sprawled onto the bed

“I can’t, too tired.” You say breathlessly

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to walk.” He smiled while wiping the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Hmm” you groaned as your eyes fell closed. Sherlock fixed the sheets around you before wrapping your body in a cover and allowing you to sleep. He showered before going back to his violin, this time thinking only of you. Though he would never tell you, maybe just this once you were right.

[j-eryewrites]

I’m on vacation right now in Denmark and I found this gem. Coincidence? I think not. I feel like should I go visit.

Maybe I’ll find our consulting detective and talk some sense into him about Y/N😂

[forevers-world]

A Mycroft Holmes appreciation post.

What a beautiful specimen of the human race. 👏👏👏

[meep-meep-richie]

“We got the idea to do it from the palpable chemistry between Andrew and Benedict. We cut it right before the kiss. And the sex.”

[thepoetthatwenttothelakes]

so, it’s possible that someone posted about this already but I haven’t seen it anywhere so stay with me

Yesterday I watched ASIP after a long time, and I made a connection that has been in my subconscious since the first time a watched HLV a few years ago.

The stairs from Sherlock’s mind palace? They are the same as the on in the building where Jennifer’s body, the journalist dressed in pink, is founded. (I mean it is not exactly the same, put I think the resemblance is intentional, it’s practically identical).

Which takes me to the fact that Sherlock has this particular place stocked in his mind palace. The place where his and John’s story begins. The house from their first case together. The stairs in which he has his first revelation (Pink!). Where John points out loud how brilliant and fantastic Sherlock is.

And when Sherlock is dying and Moriarty points out John is in danger, the journey that takes Sherlock from death to life is throughout this staircase. He is coming back to John by taking up the stairs where took place their first case together. In fact, (according to another theory that says that the cell where Mortiarty is tide up is Sherlock’s heart) this stair leads to his heart.

So, yeah.

And also, may I point out the difference of light between the two shots. The first one, in the beginning of the series, is dark, shadowy, humid. It’s Sherlock’s life before John.

The second one is light, bright, not only representing his heart, his love, his life now that he has John, but also that’s how Sherlock perceives it during his way back to life, to his John.

That’s it thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Mycroft Holmes & Greg Lestrade aka Mystrade

[sweeterthansucrose]

[helloliriels]

ENVELOPE, PLEASE ... !

Because I have this Sherlock in a Sheet ...😋and because you can't stop me giving it out to whomever for whatever I wanna!

... IT'S AWARD SEASON BABY!!!!

I had so many more awards to give out last year, and even more suggested that were brilliant!!! That after getting to EIGHTEEN awards gifted ... (did we really make 18??!!) (I swear to god it was 10?!) (wasn't it only 10???) Wellllp ... since we've started this madness ... we might as well continue?! Here for round two? The 2nd Annual Liriels Awards begins on March 10th.

It's time to get shouty about the things we love!! | HELLO AWARD SEASON 🏆 SHERLOCKED 2024 | Who would you nominate?

This shiny gold envelope prompt was made possible by @sherlockchallenge for the idea!!, and can I just say ... what perfectly excellent timing babes?!

@johnlocky @wizama @chinike @rhasima @totallysilvergirl @safedistancefrombeingsmart @fluffbyday-smutbynight @arwamachine @bertytravelsfar @momma2boys @sarahthecoat @7-percent @discordantwords @gregorovitchworld @topsyturvy-turtely @kitten-kin @bluebellofbakerstreet @whatnext2020 @carla-creates @lisbeth-kk @justanobsessedpan @kabubsmagga @glows-n-the-dark @keirgreeneyes @khorazir @kettykika78 @marta-bee @raina-at @holmosexualitea @loki-lock @impalaparkedat221b @blogstandbygo @weeesi @dinner--starving @bewitched-bullet @dragonnan @iamjustreading @jobooksncoffee @amyreadsandstresses @inatshej @meetinginsamarra @solarmama @221beloved @sakshisahu @sabsi221b @chriscalledmesweetie @copperplatebeech @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl

🏆Visit last year's award winners HERE to shower them with more love ... or to see what you missed!🏆

Heads up!: Nominations made by current award winners are slated to begin the roster this year (if we didnt get to them yet!! do not fear!) Most awards given are of my choosing. Suggestions for future awards welcome, anon allowed ... but more likely to be selected if I know where they are coming from! If it is only that you do not wish to be mentioned in the actual presentation of the award, please let me know. Happy to honour your wishes if/when the award is gifted.

ALSO: All awards do take time to make, with several hours in photoshop each, including researching comments to include and final GIF creation. Announcing early so I can prepare and accept any missed nominations or new works that should be considered since last round, but cannot guarantee that new nominations this round will make it into this award season! New award winners will still be allowed to nominate with a guarantee of award (at some point) to their chosen recipient. 💌 Thank you for understanding!!! xoxo - Liri

[buckingham-ashtray]

On Monday first class first thing thrown in my face was this philosophy assignment asking me to solve the murder mystery of the deaths of Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.

Have to repeatedly scream “Who never lived and so can never die Who never lived and so can never die Who never lived and so can never die” in my head just to keep it together.

Do you understand the physical pain. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.