#john waston

[hellobitches990]

John is Sherlock's first love

[que3rduckling]

I cannot express in words how much these skrunkly gay people mean to me. Like these little skrunkilious people hold so much power over me and my happiness it is not even funny

[katblaze]

I'm scrolling through Sherlock Holmes posts on tumblr currently, and everyone is talking about how Sherlock Holmes is now open to public domain. And there are two types of responses to this that I've seen. It's either,

In depth post about how it's heart warming to see that now queer and/or neurodivergent people can use this opportunity to see themselves and their experiences portrayed through Holmes and Watson.

Or

Hehehehe Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are fucking rn hehehehe

And I love both of these responses equally, keep it up everyone.

[dross-the-fish]

Note: I got my tablet working briefly and was able to finish the lines before it crapped out again. Testing out a potential comic format to go with the drabbles. Don't know if it's going to be a regular thing but I thought I'd see how everyone feels about it. Adam’s Naming

The Creature sat in a chair that was uncomfortably small for him, his knees bent so that they nearly folded into his stomach. He watched anxiously as Watson pulled out his grooming kit and a pair of scissors.

“That mess of hair has to go, I’m amazed you don’t have lice,” the Doctor wrinkled his mustache as he methodically laid out his tools and began to separate the strands of black hair, first with his fingers to break apart the larger tangles without pulling then with a wide toothed comb.

The Creature, unaccustomed to being touched so casually, fought the urge to squirm away, “Parasites seem to find my blood unappetizing, I’ve never had to suffer their infestations on my person. A small mercy, I suppose,” he said.

“Be that as it may, I should hope that now that you are among people, you’ll be diligent with your hygiene,” Watson replied, grimacing as he picked up his scissors and snipped away the first oily lock, watching it pool on the ground in a snaky curl.

“I never anticipated that I would be among people. It is a foreign thing to be concerned with my appearance outside of hiding it from sight.”

“Have you really never had a friend?” Watson asked.

“No, never. The closest thing I had was a mere moment, I spoke once with an old blind man and he treated me kindly before his family drove me away,” the Creature fell silent, drawing up the memory of DeLacy’s smile and the gentle reassurance he’d given him.

“Do not despair. To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity”

It had been a lie, of course, but in the fleeting instance he had believed it, it had been so very beautiful to hear. Despite himself, the Creature had been unable to completely give up on wishing it could be true.

“What the old man gave me was no more than a crumb, but it was every sliver of hope I ever carried in my life and even now, after 100 years, I hold it in my breast and let it nourish me for want of richer food,” he confided quietly.

The scissors paused and Watson rested his hand on the Creature’s head, “Well, we’ll have to do better than that, won’t we? Seems to me a man ought to live off of more than crumbs. Let’s start by giving you a proper name, shall we?” he suggested kindly.

The Creature froze, his vision blurred and he could feel himself begin to tremble. This was not real, it couldn’t be real, no one who looked upon him and knew what he had done could offer him true kindness, much less give him a name. Victor had made him, had labored for months to bring him into existence and couldn’t bring himself to give him that! It was impossible! He refused to believe this doctor, a stranger to him, could give him that so easily. It was mockery, or a trick. It had to be. With a roar he shot out of the chair, sending it toppling, and turned to face Watson, incensed further when the old man didn’t flinch.

“Call me demon! Call me monster, or devil, or abomination! You know well that I have worn them all and each title has been fitting,” he hissed, lowering his head so that he was an inch from Watson’s face and the doctor would have no choice but to truly look at him. At his ravaged cheeks and the chunk of skin missing from the end of his nose. His torn, black lips distorted into a hideous snarl as he attempted to goad the doctor into screaming or attacking. I’ll kill you, he thought, show me you’re just like everyone else and I’ll kill you…

“Stop that this instant!” Watson snapped firmly as he righted the toppled chair, “Such carrying on, really. If you’re a monster or a devil now it’s because you choose to be. I’ll not entertain such utter nonsense. Now, you have a choice, you can sit in this chair, let me cut your hair and we’ll pick out a name for you or you can leave. I don’t care where you go but I have no patience for tantrums. If you want to stay with us you had better get a lid on that temper this very minute!” he tapped the back of the chair expectantly, never once breaking the Frankenstein monster’s gaze.

The Creature deflated, caught off guard and chastened like a child scolded by a stern parent. He sank back into the chair and folded his hands in his lap, the very picture of contrition. Watson softened and resumed his cutting.

“As I recall,” he said as he settled into a rhythm, the quiet snip of the scissors soothing his nerves, “You said to Victor that you ought to have been his Adam. Adam is a fine name; a good, strong, name and I think it suits you. How would like to be called Adam?”

Silence. A shuddering gasp, then in a small trembling voice, “I would like that very much…”

Watson leaned forward and gave Adam’s cheek a pat, not flinching at the exposed muscle under the ridge of his cheekbone but moved to pity by the wetness trickling down it, "Whatever you were, whatever you've done, put it behind you now. This is your new start, your second chance. Don't squander it, Adam."

[thefanofnanbaka]

We love 221B resident ✨️ [its all official art]

Sherlock with a bun ?!?!?

Miss Hudson is so pretty 😚 [we'll not talk about Sherlock Lmao 🤣]

Nah I love their friendship so much ✨️👌

[mafiatsunafish]

when you and your best friend:

- have crush on  each other

- in denial because you don’t want to lose this friendship

- keep dating the wrong person 

- finally said that three words and put everyone else out of miserable 

- move in with each other

- get married 

- start a family 

- adopt a child or basically accidentally (?) co-parenting kids

(we might need a couple of therapy sessions in between, but still)

- happily ever after (?)

and not necessarily in that order. because, why not? 

-friends to fiancé to husbands to lovers 

(please check out this wonderful fic, which is my last straw before having this rant  I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by  morganofthefairies on ao3) 

(recently, buddie has been my hype fixation and their dynamic is so both endearing and frustrating)

( i'll ride in this life with you by Sassenach082,  and this masterpiece, too. Hold my hand has became background music in my head at this point) 

(‘I heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey’ thanks to @pollyna, I’ll never get over this ship name for icemav )

[johahavenumbers]

Anyone else thought this didn’t sound like very much?

Well I did the math and guess what. On average they only take on a case once in every 41 days. 

So either Doyle didn’t do his math, or Sherlock doesn't solve as many cases as I had thought he would.   

[vectorofsins]

Which of these ideas is funnier, modern day adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, but:

A. Watson is a true crime podcaster, or

B. Holmes is a lost media enthusiast?

[ima-bitch]

So tomorrow, we're off to look at a flat.

Me and the madman

Me and Sherlock Holmes...

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

[slightly-brazilian]

I'm beginning to imagine the fanfic 😅

My choices:

The Ghost of Christmas Past: Sherlock

The Ghost of Christmas Present: Mycroft

The Ghost of Christmas Future: John

*This list may change

[femboykyo]

Moriarty the Patriot Characters react to "Daddy"

Pairing: Louis Xtransman oc(Juniper)

His reaction: He has no feeling for it

Tags: 18+, smut(implied), kitchen fluff, making food together, oneshot

I was helping Louis cook something for lunch as I usually do when he asked for a spice next to me. I gladly handed it over to him.

“Thank you, Juno.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” Louis seemed unfazed and continued to work on lunch. I arched a brow but assumed maybe he hadn’t heard me. After he put some vegetables into the stew, he came up behind me and wrapped me in a hug.

“I appreciate you helping me, Juno.”

“Well, I just happened to be free, Daddy.” He kissed my head with a hum and started cleaning up some dishes. Once again he seemed so unfazed and I was more confused. I set down my knife and walked up to Louis.

“Daddy?”

“Child.” I stopped in my spot as my mind processed what he just said. I laughed behind my hand and held my stomach.

“What did you say?” I said through giggles.

“Child.” I laughed harder and it was his turn to be confused.

“Sorry, it’s just kind of funny.”

“I assumed we were saying what we weren’t.” I shook my head.

“It was meant to get you turned on.”

“I see. Well, I’m not sorry to say it doesn’t.” I settled to chuckles and rested my head on his shoulder and he continued cleaning.

“I can see that. Is there anything that does, then?” He seemed thoughtful for a moment then shrugged.

“I don’t believe there is, Juno.”

“Interesting.”

“There is one that gets you though.” He grabbed a hand towel and turned off the water, glancing at me from the corner of his glasses.

“Oh? What’s that?” He grabbed my chin and our eye gazes made contact. His look was intense and there was the smallest upturn of his lips.

“Mine.” I took in a shaky breath and his smirk grew.

[hellobitches990]

Spot the difference 👀

[que3rduckling]

The perfect ship consist of two skrunkly men. One happy skrunkly man and one sad skrunkly man and the sad skrunkly man hates themselves and the happy skrunkly one loves the other one unconditionally.

[katblaze]

sherlock and co sketches because my art of them is constantly inconsistent yippee

[mommadesu]

[isopodkisser]

what if Sherlock and Luther share the same universe?