#like. jim and bart were so gay for each other

[artificial-sour-apple-flavoring]

I watched Blazing Saddles for the first time last night and I can’t stop thinking about how Bart called Lili baby and then after that he called Jim baby, but didn’t call anyone else that. 

[thebeethathums]

The Baker - 7

Moriarty x Reader

The next few hours had Sherlock pestering you so much that you simply had to ignore him and silence your phone, you’d already told him you’d join him on the newest case as soon as you could… or rather as soon as you felt like it. You’d been home and showered, tucking Mycroft’s pocket watch rather contently into the pocket of your jeans with the chain attached to your belt loop, and had stopped briefly at the bakery to lend a hand during the midmorning rush before gathering some things and bailing. You just had one more stop and then you’d give in to Sherlock’s demands, walking into The National Gallery and claiming a seat in front of what you deemed to be the least pointless of the paintings.

You didn’t get art, it seemed so dull and futile to your logical mind, but the reactions of others to it were most intriguing and you found the preoccupation of ordinary people with its value odd. The gallery was fairly empty at this time of day and you closed your eyes to enjoy the rare moment of nearly complete silence before a voice softly broke it, “Nice to have a quiet moment to think isn’t it?”

You smiled, not opening your eyes, “Yes but I prefer to have someone to share it with.”

“Good thing I showed up then.”

The quiet settled in again for a few minutes as you wrapped up your thoughts and then you opened your eyes to greet your companion, “Hello, Q. Lovely to see you again.”

He grinned, pushing his glasses further up his nose, “And you K.”

Getting straight to business, you slid the case you’d been lugging around with you all day into his lap before looking back to the painting, “It’s finished. Satellite targeting for a perfect shot each time, topographical scanners for unfamiliar areas, retractable for continued use, and a selectable tip for either gripping an edge or penetrating a wall. It can pierce steel, iron, and most other metals and carry loads up to one hundred thirty-six kilograms.”

He was still looking it over when you stood, startling him slightly, “Leaving so soon? I was hoping we could get coffee.”

Offering him an apologetic smile, you explained, “My brother requires my assistance and he lacks patience.”

You leaned to press a light kiss to his cheek, murmuring, “We can catch up later,” and then, while he was still stunned, slid a packet with a couple of biscotti into his hand, “For your coffee.”

You were gone before he could respond, happy with your handiwork and excited to annoy your brother when he deduced what you’d done, and skipped out to the street to hail a cab to take you to St. Bart’s, where Sherlock was likely somewhere between a conniption and a mental meltdown.

St. Bart’s was the same as you remembered it and you followed the familiar route to get to the lab where Sherlock usually worked, bursting enthusiastically through the door to nearly run into a brunette girl that you didn’t recognize.

Before you could do your usual meet and greet or even look her over to deduce, Sherlock snapped at you, “You’re late.”

You went completely into work mode when he held a pink cell phone over his head for you to take, as you corrected, “I can’t be late if I never gave you a time. Can I take this apart?”

“No. Hostage Situation,” he offered still not looking up and you gave an annoyed sigh, flicking through the phone before delving into the inner workings of the operating system, “Who’s the girl?”

“Molly.”

“What happened to-“

“Retired.”

“Shame… I liked him.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and Molly managed to recover from your sudden appearance, “W-Who are you exactly?”

You gave her a wide grin, remembering your manners, “Oh right. Sorry about that. I’m Kheiland, Kheiland Holmes, but I prefer (F/n). You must be Telly’s replacement.”

Turning from her, you slid the phone back to Sherlock, pouting, “It’s horridly boring if I can’t take it apart.”

Just as you said it, a familiar face popped through the door behind Molly and she turned to grin at him, greeting, “Jim! Hi.”  

You locked eyes with him for a moment, each of you questioning the other, and then Molly offered some introductions, “Well, I’m Molly Hooper and this is Jim. Jim this is Sherlock Holmes and uh…”

“John Watson. Hi,” John supplied as you watched the scene with curiosity, it was obvious this girl liked your brother, and when she turned to you, you saved her from trying to remember your name, stepping forward to offer him a hand, “Kheiland (F/n) Holmes. Nice to meet you.”

Richard, or Jim as he was in this setting, shook your hand and then turned his attention to Sherlock. That was the last part of the conversation you paid attention to, zoning out to think about the man in front of you. He was putting up a very convincing front of being Molly’s gay boyfriend and despite it being a huge red flag you hadn’t blown his cover- it was too interesting.

He’d seemed as surprised to see you as you had been to see him, though ordinary people wouldn’t have picked up on that, and you chuckled internally that he hadn’t thought to dig into your past enough to figure out who you were. At the bakery, you went by (F/n) Rutherford, your mother’s maiden name, to avoid people connecting you with one or both of your brothers and you'd altered a lot of the surface records to reflect that but he seemed like the type of person who would find the real stuff underneath with enough motivation.

You were pulled back into the conversation when he turned his dark eyes to you and wondered, “So you’re Sherlock’s sister?”

Opening your mouth to answer, you quickly found that you weren’t able to give one as Sherlock had finally glanced up to give you a once over and, as he looked back to his microscope, growled, “I thought he was too young for you, (F/n).”

Forgetting the curious man in front of you for a moment in favor of annoying your brother to the extreme, you gave a wicked smirk, “Would you prefer I went for someone older? John, perhaps?”

Before he could stop you, you’d pressed your lips to John’s in an insistent kiss and Sherlock quickly yanked you away as he snapped, “Stop that. No toying with John or do I need to remind you what happened last time?”

Going a bit wide-eyed as what you’d just done sank in, you shook your head almost violently as you mumbled, “Sorry, John,” and then pressed a hand to your temple, “I have to go… get some air… or something.”

You slipped out, moving down the hall to lock yourself in a storage closet so you could think. That had gone too far too quickly… you’d been so focused on messing with your brother that you’d forgotten that it affected other people, that they weren’t just objects to use in your plan, they had emotions too and your action effected them.

This is what Mycroft had meant- you would throw almost anyone under the bus just for the sake of keeping yourself entertained without a second thought. That is unless you managed to pull yourself out of it or someone did it for you like Sherlock just had. You were a good person at heart and you cared about people more than either of your brothers but this other side of you was capable of anything- that was why you scared yourself and why Mycroft worried like he did.

Shaking your head, you tried to focus yourself again, fingering Mycroft’s pocket watch as sort of a lifeline back to acceptable behavior, and then went back to the lab to help Sherlock with the case.

[ebaeschnbliah]

KILLING  THE  BEST   FRIEND

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After the events shown in Sherlock BBCs ‘The Final Problem’ it really looks like the connections between ‘the skull’, the ‘best friend’ and ‘sacrifying/killing the best friend’ are one of the most important components of the whole story. If not the most important at all. And on a metaphorical level it makes all the sense in the world too.

If you like, enjoy this idea under the cut …

Four cases, four characters, four different stories and each one circles round ‘the death of a best friend’.

a scientist (Frankland)

a detective (Sherlock)

a friend (anonym)

a sister (Eurus)

The Hounds of Baskerville

Little Henry witnesses how his father is murdered by Bob Frankland, his best friend. The scientist and Henry’s father are compared to Sherlock and John.

HENRY: Well, mates are mates, aren’t they? I mean, look at you and John.

For a subtext-reading I recommend @sagestreet ‘s ‘Follow the dog’ meta.

The Reichenbach Fall

JIM: Your friends will die if you don’t. SHERLOCK: John.

The showdown on Bart’s roof leaves two ‘dead’ men behind. Each of them forced the other one to commit suicide. And by doing this, Sherlock kills John’s best friend …. himself.

The Abominable Bride

EMELIA: Swiftly now. No Tears.

A ‘faithful sister’ asks an anonymous friend to kill her. This starts a war which divides ‘the world’ and lets loose invisible armies, raging furies, a monstrous regiment, a mysterieous cult ... subdued for a long time and not allowed to raise their voices. 

The Final Problem

There are no dog bones in the well as expected. What emerges out of the water of the well is the skull of little Victor, who once had been Sherlock’s best friend. 

In TFP the human skull in the hands of Sherlock’s best friend John, closes the circle backwards 

to the skull on the mantlepiece in the living room of 221b Baker Street

to Sherlock, who introduces that skull as ‘friend of mine.’ and

to John’s question ‘So I’m basically filling in for your skull?’  

The ‘skull’ and the ‘friend’ are merging into one another …. thereby connecting Victor, John and RedBeard.   (More on that topic X)

And then, there is Eurus, the ‘other one’, the sister who supposedly put the skull/the friend in the well. Eurus, who wears a knitted cardigan very similar to John’s jumper. Another connection.

The ghost and the skull

a sister can be called a nun

a headless nun is a sister without a head, without a face, without a skull

Sherlock once had a case … code word ‘headless nun’

a headless nun can be a very effective ingredient of a ghost story

Sherlock accuses Mycroft … ‘You turned my sister into a ghost story:’

Sherrinford is the abode of ‘ghost sister’ Eurus

and in the well at Musgrave Hall lies a skull … 

A headless ghost sister and a skull without a body. This still untold story seems to be all about some dramatic division in the past and because of that it almost screams for an end with a ‘reunion’ of skull and body. Of head and transport? Of intellect and emotions? Because ‘just a head’ - even the most cleverest one - isn’t able to exist on its own forever? And eventually the neglected ghost of a body, treated like transport, necessary but annoying, for far too long ….. awakens, begins to stir and demands to be heard. 

In other words: .... a snowcaped mountain starts rumbling, becaus it actually is a volcano ….

“Sherlock Holmes, again, must have sexual impulses because human beings tend to -- most human beings, not absolutely all, but that's the majority. The fact is, he decides to put all that in an iron box to make his brain work better. Of course, the fact that that iron box bounces around and shakes and bangs from the inside is what makes the story interesting. He wants to rise above us like a snowcapped mountain, but he's actually a volcano, and that's where the story is. That's where the story is. You know, you shove Irene Adler in front of him, and he just falls apart like most men would.”

Steven Moffat on Sherlock (IGN interview, February 2014)

On a metaphorical level, what does Irene represent in this story? Sexuality. Irene is Mrs. Sex.  I wrote about it in ‘Explosive ... it’s more me’.  Jim Moriarty - Mr. Sex - represents Sherlock’s very own sex drive. Irene and Jim, both are gay and it looks very much like both are returning by the end of TFP.

Experimenting with  metaphors

The metaphor creates the world - the time and place; the who, what, when, where and why. Metaphor literally means to "carry over," to substitute one thing for another. To describe one thing by means of another. To describe something that is unknown by the use of things that are known.  (Metaphors in story writing and moviemaking)

Exploring the story told in Sherlock BBC has always fascinated me. And this fascination multiplied since the day I started to suspect that there’s maybe more to discover in it than the already highly interesting, coded subtext …. that even the surface level of that story might consist of carefully crafted metaphors used by the creators to paint a picture. The picture of Sherlock painting a picture inside of his own mind. A picture of himself.

SHERLOCK: Oh, hello again, Archie. What’s your theory? Get this right and there’s a headless nun in it for you. ARCHIE: The invisible man could do it. SHERLOCK: The who, the what, the why, the when, the where?  (TSOT)

That this story isn’t only told from Sherlock’s POV but - for the first time in history - Sherlock Holmes himself has become the storyteller. And all the stories he creates and tells himself inside his head - on a mind stage - are presented through Sherlock’s own metaphors, acted out by different characters, clothed in varying costumes, hidden behind masks, some distorted, some made visble by mirrors. 

The truth of the matter is that the underlying universal structures of great stories hide some amazing bits of wisdom concerning who we really are and who we were really meant to be, and what we can do to become fully realized human beings - but to keep these amazing hidden bits of truth potent and relevant, the metaphors that express them have to be constantly renewed and kept fresh - i.e. the underlying story and message stays the same but the costumes and other outer trappings have to keep changing with the times.  (Metaphors in story writing and moviemaking)

Metaphors in storytelling have been used since humans are telling their stories. And inventing, creating or rewriting stories can also have a great healing effect that should not be underestimated. 

In oral and written language, using the medium of picture imagery, metaphor speaks directly to our imaginative faculties, bypassing our rational brain. Such metaphoric byways and pathways enable us to explore the ideas, forces, and powers that lie behind or beyond our rational thought. Metaphors reach deep into our soul imagination and, simply stated, “touch our heart.”  ... In Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s book The Little Prince we learn a simple secret from the fox:  “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.”   (Therapeutic Storytelling)

Basically, this is the advice that Ella Thopson, the changeable therapist, gives at the beginning of the story, in PILOT/ASIP:  “.... and it will help so much to write about everything that’s happening to you.”

Metaphors of ‘change’

There exist some key metaphors to express change and inner transformations, that are present in the literature of all world cultures (X).

Transitioning from caterpillar to butterfly

Awakening from the dream of reality

Uncovering the veils of illusion

Moving from captivity to liberation

Purification by inner fire

Going from darkness to light

Moving from fragmentation into wholeness

Moving through life events as a journey or path

Returning to the source

Dying and being reborn

Unfolding the tree of our life

It seems that more than one of those examples can be discovered in Sherlock BBC. 

The metaphorical killing of the ‘best friend’

As the saying goes: ‘Old skin has to be shed before the new one can come’. Before any significant change can happen, traditional opinions and views must be challenged, altered and overcome. In The Big Question I tried to work out the core problem Sherlock seems to be dealing with:

There is friendship and there is love, between Holmes and Watson. Ever has been … unchanged … for more than hundred years. I guess no one would deny that. But a loving friendship is not the same as a romantic and sexual relationship.  

If the traditional relationship between Dr. John Watson, the ‘fixed point in a changing age’, the eternal ‘best friend’ of Sherlock Holmes should change into a romantic and sexuell relationship, it makes sense that on a metaphorical level:

first the facade needs to go

then the ‘best friend’ can be killed

to finally make way for the ‘lover’

And if this change comes to pass through Sherlock’s own investigations, deductions and conclusions, it makes also sense that it is Sherlock who sacrifices himself in his role as Mary/facade and then shoots John/best friend in his incarntion as Elsa/Eurus …. just as it happens at the end of TST and TLD.

Sherlock’s ‘I love you’ confession in front of a mirror, directed at a mirror, followed a little later by the statement of his former facade ‘I know you two; and if I’m gone, I know what you could become’ ... happens in the very next episode. 

A fitting and promising developement of a story that deals with the reunion of intellect and emotion and the metamorphosis from ‘best friend’ to ‘lover’.

Nonetheless, S5 would be highly appreciated at this point. :)))

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

January, 2019

@gosherlocked @raggedyblue @sarahthecoat @possiblyimbiassed @spenglernot  @loveismyrevolution @sherlockshadow @sagestreet

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[soyraktajino]

hi i’m having a really shitty day here’s a really embarrassingly detailed analysis of a fall out boy song that reminds me of spock regaining his memory after st:iv 

please don’t reblog this this is mostly a self-care post 

like if you read 

G.I.N.A.S.F.S by Fall Out Boy 

(Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty) 

the majority of this song works best from Spock’s perspective but the song itself changes perspectives (”you almost pick up the phone”/”i almost pick up the phone”) because it’s intended to be a love story between two broken boys who can’t admit to each other that they’re in love (which is. kirk/spock as hell)

I've loved everything about you that hurts, so Let me see your moves, Let me see your moves Lips pressed this close to mine, True Blue

this works as both Jim and Spock -- “I’ve loved everything about you that hurts” because they love each other through their insecurities and through the things that no one can understand and that hurt them to no end (Jim’s traumatic past ie Tarsus IV, his constant fear that he’s not doing enough for his ship; Spock’s internal turmoil over his conflicting cultural perspectives). 

also merriam-webster defines “true blue” as “unswerving loyalty (as to a party) ie a true-blue romantic, completely faithful and loyal to a person or idea” which i think is beautiful in that unswerving loyalty is. both of their defining factors. 

But the prince of any failing empire knows that Everybody wants, everybody wants To drive on through the night If it's a drive back home

yeah i’m not 100% on this i just like it conceptually as like... Jim and Spock driving back to their apartment in San Francisco (or taking the BART or smth) and wanting the drive to last forever because once they get there, y’know, they’ve gotta try and figure everything out. at least driving home holds the promise of maybe everything’ll work out. 

(pre-chorus 1) Things aren't the same anymore Some nights, they get so bad You almost pick up the phone

so my favorite fic about post st:iv basically has Jim ask the bridge crew to help re-arrange their apartment before they get there - hide all the things that’d suggest they were married, because you can’t just. force him into a marriage he doesn’t remember. so Spock stays in the guest bedroom. 

“things aren’t the same anymore/ some nights they get so bad/ you almost pick up the phone” sometimes Jim misses Spock so much he just wants to reach out to Spock and tell him everything, forget letting him figure it out on his own. but he never does. 

(chorus) Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes, I know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you

this is my favorite part ok 

“trade baby blues for wide eyed browns” because Bones’ eyes (literally, literally called baby blues in-series) and Bones held Spock’s katra, wide-eyed browns as Spock’s eyes obvs and wide-eyed works because wide-eyed to the new world around him that he’s gotta relearn 

“i sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes”  so like Spock was only dead for like a few weeks at most between st:iii and st:iv so it’s. incredibly hard to say what the fuck happened to all of his stuff. there’s no way Jim could’ve thrown it out. so i like thinking of this from either of their perspectives -- Jim wearing Spock’s old shirts (he wouldn’t know, anyway) as a comfort and walking through their home trying to empathize with what Spock must be going through...... but more than that, it’s really from Spock’s perspective because of the next part of the chorus. so Spock wearing Jim’s old shirts (he wouldn’t know!!) because he subconsciously knows he has an attachment to them somehow and walking through the house trying to remember everything that Jim remembers about them 

“it’s a strange way of saying that i know i’m supposed to love you” is Spock’s realization that he and Jim were bonded. and it’s really painful because he knows he’s supposed to love him, he knows this is something his past self must have felt, but he doesn’t understand it for himself. as much as he may want to. 

I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm Threw caution to the wind But I've got a lousy arm

i don’t have a spirk meaning for “i’ve already given up on myself twice/ third time is the charm, thirt time is the charm” because the irl meaning of it is that pete’s tried to kill himself a couple of times (7 minutes in heaven’s alternate title is atavan halen, a play on van halen, because his suicide attempt in 06 was with an overdose of atavan; i think his other attempt was when he was a young teenager iirc) and he’s really tongue-in-cheek about suicide which. i identify with so strongly because when i was 17 i planned out my suicide attempt and didn’t go through with it and now that’s in my medical history and it’s such a pain in the ass to have every psychologist ask about it, i was just a terrified kid and i didn’t see any other options, it was 5 years ago, i fixed it myself by getting myself help. anyway the “third time is the charm” is also related to a verse later, “you saved my life that night on the roof of your hotel” because patrick climbed his ass up there and talked him off the ledge. like this is overtly a song pete wrote about his affection for patrick. (pat’s eyes are blue and pete’s ex-wife ashley’s eyes are brown and they’ve definitely been seen wearing each others clothes). and patrick singing it is just. so emotional for me. 

“threw caution to the wind but i’ve got a lousy arm” is just a really nice phrase for either Kirk or Spock saying ‘fuck it’ and trying to hint that they’re in love but the hint wasn’t received 

i know this verse is really weak on the spirk just let me have this alright 

And I've traced your shadows on the wall Now I kiss them whenever I'm down Whenever I'm down Figured I’m not figuring myself out

god i love this verse too. (”figured i’m not figuring myself out” is pete’s tongue-in-cheek way of addressing biphobia, how ‘’’’’you’re either straight or you’re gay’’’’’’, look at this bi ICON)  

anyway this is definitely Jim. “i’ve traced your shadows on the wall and i kiss them whenever i’m down” no one literally traced anything ok he’s traced with his fingers shadows of Spock on their bedroom wall from his memories of them together and kissed them whenever he’s down... whether or not you want to imagine an incredibly depressed jim kirk actually kissing a wall is up to you my depressed little gay ass would 

(pre-chorus 2) Things aren't the same anymore Some nights, they get so bad I almost pick up the phone

“things aren’t the same anymore/ some nights they get so bad/ i almost pick up the phone” is a mirror of the first pre-chorus with “you” traded for “i” -- now it’s about Spock instead of Jim. now Spock wants to reach out to Jim. 

(chorus) 

(see chorus lmao)

Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel "Cross my heart and hope to die Splintered from the headboard in my eye" Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well

oh FUCK i always thought it said “bullet-proof” kisses because that ties it in to another song on Infinity on High, but photo-proofed kisses makes my heart ACHE; because these boys were constantly followed by the paparazi especially after pete came out as bi. pictures that caught them kissing were. proofed to erase that because the label didn’t want the mixed publicity. fuck me UP

anyway yeah this verse is also hard for me to make a spirk interpretation of because i know the actual story here so well. they were on tour and pete just, has depressive episodes and he climbed up on the roof of patrick’s hotel in the middle of the night and patrick talked him down. (which -- you could romanticize this so easily but pete doesn’t, he just comes right out and says “you saved my life”, because pete wentz fucking gets it and the only time he romanticizes mental illness is when he does it sarcasticly, and the sarcasm is biting; especially because these boys know all too well how their fan base is. a bunch of mentally ill teenagers. they talk about it a lot in a way that... it feels so much like how when queer folk talk about queer issues. we don’t have to step around shit like we do when we talk to allies. it’s such a comfort. that’s what fall out boy feels like to me, it’s written by these boys who know what it is to be deathly sick and who’re talking to kids who’re deathly sick themselves.) 

sorry fuck i... have a lot of feelings about fall out boy. 

anyway, spirk 

Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel "Cross my heart and hope to die Splinter from your headboard in my eye" Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well

“born under a bad sign” can refer to genesis and spock being reborn but it can also refer just to spock being born into adversity. also jim’s a fucking pisces and so am i and listen, it’s the worst fucking sign okay 

“you saved my life that night on the roof of your hotel” could like. theoretically. just be something that happened. a small memory. they’ve gotta go to some stupid starfleet thing because let’s be real jim’s always under question as the captain of the flagship and spock’s always under question as a vulan in starfleet and. i think for the both of them the “you saved my life” is less urgent than ‘i was actually going to jump off this roof’ and serves as more of a ‘you made me believe in myself again’ because they do that for each other. so. often. 

listen i don’t even know what ‘splinter from your headboard in my eye’ means for the song meaning irl, i’m just ignoring this

“photo-proofed kisses i remember so well” the little Vulcan kisses they give each other all the time as small comforts through the day aren’t recognized by the press or the brass so they can do it in front of everyone as much as they like, as long as they’re discreet -- fingers pressed against each other at their sides, while passing each other in the hall, etc.  

i’m repeating the chorus here because i fucking love it 

(chorus) Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes, I know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you

anyway this is the gayest thing i’ve ever typed out in my life, it felt really nice to do, thanks for your time

if you actually read this whole thing you are entirely too good to me and i don’t deserve your friendship, but thank you so much this really means a lot to me

[illuminating-dragons]

Dreams and Visions (35/51): Modern Tales

Time Period: BBC

Chapter Summary:  Some modern headcanons, since I finally FINISHED THEM OMIGOSH MYSTRADE WHY YOU SO ANNOYING. A couple NSFW

Read it on AO3

Johnlock

  John has terrible memories of being alone in a hospital, and refuses to let Sherlock be in them by himself. Sherlock thinks visiting hours are dull. They generally end up sleeping on a cot because the nurses give up.

(NSFW): When they do start having sex, Sherlock mistakenly thinks that they are supposed to be having sex every night[1]. John agrees (though he doesn’t need it that often at all). They make it just over a week before they’re both too exhausted and cranky to cuddle, let alone have sex. The misunderstanding is eventually resolved, they both laugh about it and from then on they make love only when they both want to. There’s plenty of other things to do, after all.

Sherlock still rants about it sometimes.

   Even before they got together John was determined to find Sherlock a book that he would enjoy and not toss away. He started reading his favourite books aloud, with varying amounts of response from Sherlock. John almost gave up until he awoke from a two-day coma to Sherlock’s deep, shaky voice reading The Hobbit. Tolkien, in all his triumphs and shortcomings (Sherlock has fought people over Samwise Gamgee) becomes one of their favourite entertainment sources: their first anniversary they watched the entirety of the Extended Editions. The quotes on their wedding rings are from Sam’s speech.

    They never go to bed angry. They’re both too scared of waking up to an empty bed.

John

           John discovered he was bi because of a boy named Victor Trevor. He never shares the story with Sherlock, or he would know that Sherlock solved his murder.

          Two years after his marriage, John receives a call from his sister. Harry calls from a rehab clinic and shares some stories about their childhood that John was too young to remember, stories that make some of her behaviour make more sense. It’s not an excuse, and it’s a long road to reconciliation, but the Watsons do, eventually, start to feel like siblings.

          On their marriage certificate, it shows that John changed his name to John Hamish Watson Holmes. He keeps his own name for professional reasons, but Sherlock calls him ‘Mr. Holmes’ as often as he can.

         John has been keeping an album since just after he moved into 221B. When he has a quiet day, he looks through it, remembering that all the people in it are family, and he marvels at how lucky he's become.

Sherlock

         Sherlock first sees the term demisexual in the fanfiction bookmarks of a kidnapping victim[2]. He deletes the definition. Then he meets John, and suddenly that word explains everything.

         Sherlock doesn’t truly approve of Mycroft and Greg’s relationship, but that’s mainly because he now has to share both of his favourite people that are not John or Mrs. Hudson. It’s a minor comfort that he’s sharing them with each other.

         Sherlock stopped taking drugs after he and John started dating. He didn’t need them anymore; there was plenty of rush from being in love.

         Sherlock keeps his wedding ring almost obsessively clean. He’s delighted to realize that John does the same.

Mystrade

           The reactions to John and Sherlock’s relationship were as varied as they were passionate. When people found out about Mycroft and Greg, on the other hand, there were only two. It was either “didn’t know you were gay,” or “you two match”.

           A relationship between two workaholic, emotionally mellow men doesn’t sound like it will last. As a matter of fact, Greg actually begins planning to retire on time, and Mycroft learns to be romantic.

          There were occasional threats to Greg because of Mycroft’s work. Mycroft always ensured that anyone making such threats had to apologize to Greg personally before they were…dealt with.

          Greg’s ex-wife finds herself in constant financial troubles and her hairdressers keep ignoring her directions. Greg finds this quite sweet…and a little alarming.

Greg

           Greg has always tried to go with the flow (which is why he can handle Sherlock so well). So when Mycroft asked him if their regular coffee could perhaps be held at a more romantic location, he didn’t panic or even ask if he was sure. He could learn to love Mycroft. What he learned instead was that he already did.

           It takes a lot of smarts to be a Detective Inspector. What takes more is being married to a Holmes, and learning when a case file is an apology and a request to close the curtains is a hint to go to bed. He learns.

           Greg loves music and poetry, but he’s utterly rubbish at writing his own. He can, however, appreciate Mycroft’s attempts fully.

          Greg’s never been too keen on sex (that was part of his troubles with his ex-wife). To his relief, Mycroft isn’t either. When they do sleep together, it’s passionate and loving and everything it’s supposed to be…but honestly, one time can hold them for months.

Mycroft

           Mycroft loves labels; he organizes, he files, it’s what he does. On the other hand, he refuses to find a label for his own orientation. He doesn’t like the idea of filing a part of himself away—he likes the idea of analyzing how he feels about Greg even less.

          When Mycroft starts trying to exercise, it’s not to impress Greg. It’s to give them a few more years together.  

          In a moment of sentimentality, Mycroft buys Greg a sculpture of a goldfish. Greg doesn’t get it until Sherlock explains.

         Mycroft is secretly delighted by his desk job, not the least because it means he can wear his wedding ring without worrying about losing it.

Real Office Romance (Molly/Mike)

           Mike and Molly become the hottest topic of discussion at St. Bart’s. It changes to ‘ohmigod did you see Sherlock Holmes punch out that bloke for saying Molly settled?’

           Mike never imagined that someone like Molly could love someone like him—ordinary, steady, sweet and far too fond of football. Molly doesn’t understand how it took her so long to realize she wanted him.

           Lily and Jacob are their only blood children, but when the twins are eight they decide to become foster parents. Sherlock and Kitty find children among the Homeless Network, and a little bureaucratic meddling means their house is full of kids for years. Mike retires to become a stay-at-home father.

           Mike is insanely proud of Molly. Molly is insanely proud of Mike. When they get drunk, they try to outdo each other with praise.

Molly

           Molly enjoys being a mother, and she enjoys her job. She juggles both efficiently, and both her work and her children are fully aware that she loves them equally.

           Before her mother dies, Molly gets up the courage to ask her about how her father died. She’s not at all surprised to hear her mother made a desperate attempt to protect her. She’s just surprised that the police let them go.

          Molly continues to sneak Sherlock into the morgue. Her bosses pretend they don’t know what she’s doing.

          Molly never liked Jim Moriarty. She used him entirely to make Sherlock jealous.

Mike

           Mike had resigned himself to a single life well before he introduced John to Sherlock. He just didn’t see why anyone would put up with him.

           Despite his joke to John, Mike loves to teach, and he’ll often borrow John’s case stories to illustrate different aspects of medicine. He had Sherlock in as a guest speaker once. Once.

           Mike proposed to Molly in the middle of the night, when he woke up from a dream that involved licorice, pink elephants and a rather large tuba. To this day they can’t figure it out, but those all made their way into their wedding favours.

          Mike never thought he’d be a good dad. His seventeen children, two blood and fifteen adopted, say otherwise.

Mrs. Hudson

           Mrs. Hudson was well aware that Sherlock and John wanted two bedrooms when they first moved in. She was also well aware that they wouldn’t need them long.

           Martha Sissons was very much in love with her husband, and even though she disapproved of the cartel she would have stood by him. It was only when she caught Frank with another woman, and found out about the rest of them, that she wished she’d listened to her best friend.

           Despite her own experiences, Mrs. Hudson enjoys attending weddings. So far her favourite has been Mike and Molly’s, though Kitty and Stan’s was wildly fun.

           Mrs. Hudson considers herself the matriarch of her Baker Street Clan. Mrs. Holmes has no objection.

Moriarty

           Jim Moriarty wasn’t on Carl Powers’ swim team. He was, however, on the chess team that went up the same week.

           Jim never let himself love Sebastian Moran. Why love something you knew you had to throw away, no matter how loyal?

           Jim was not in love with Sherlock Holmes. But he wanted him.

          Jim is a psychopath. He’s been off the charts of every test. Sometimes, just for fun, he’ll try to get a normal person’s answers. He’s only managed it once.

[1] I thought this was true when I was younger, and I was utterly horrified by the idea.

[2] Demisexuality, for those who are unfamiliar, is an orientation where you are not attracted to anyone without first having an emotional connection. I identify as demi, and I found the definition in a fanfic. It’s called ‘Bedtime for 221B’ by akisura12 on fanfiction.net; the chapter in question is chapter 5, ‘Asexual’, if anyone’s interested.

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San Francisco Public Defender Jeff Adachi, a renowned advocate for the accused and an outspoken watchdog on police misconduct, has died. He was 59. Mayor London Breed confirmed Friday night that Adachi had died, saying that San Francisco had “lost a dedicated public servant.” He was the only elected public defender in California. The exact circumstances and cause of Adachi’s death were not immediately known, but sources said he died of a heart attack. “As one of the few elected public defenders in our country, Jeff always stood up for those who didn’t have a voice, have been ignored and overlooked, and who needed a real champion,” Breed said in a statement. “He was committed not only to the fight for justice in the courtroom, but he was also a relentless advocate for criminal justice reform. “Jeff led the way on progressive policy reforms, including reducing recidivism, ending cash bail, and standing up for undocumented and unrepresented children.” Related Stories LOCAL HEATHER KNIGHT, CHRONICLE STAFF WRITER Jeff Adachi, crusader behind Prop. B pension plan LOCAL BY MATIER & ROSS Jeff Adachi to L.A.? He says no Adachi’s colleagues were in shock and mourning the city’s loss. Deputy Public Defender Eric Quandt called his boss “a true visionary for equal rights and criminal justice.” “I’ve never seen a defense lawyer more tenacious or courageous,” Quandt said. “He made the San Francisco Public Defender’s Office one of the premier law firms in the nation. I’m so proud to have had the opportunity to work under his guidance. I’m devastated. I’m sure I’m speaking for many of my colleagues.” He is remembered as being a firebrand — an intense and tenacious man who delved deeply into the subjects he cared about, regardless of what anyone else thought. From a young age, he enjoyed solitary pursuits, like writing and reading, he told The Chronicle in 2010. He went on to study business at Sacramento City College before transferring to UC Berkeley. He graduated from UC Hastings College of the Law in 1985. A year later, the Public Defender’s Office hired him. Adachi had been sworn in for another term as a public defender in January after running unopposed. Unlike other city department heads who focus on management, Adachi would regularly step up and defend clients himself. In December, he won an acquittal for Carlos Argueta, an immigrant rights attorney who faced a murder charge. “I am deeply saddened by the unexpected news today,” said city District Attorney George Gascón. “Jeff was a passionate and relentless advocate who always fought hard for what he believed in. He represented the underserved and gave his career to public service.” State Sen. Scott Wiener remembered Adachi as a man of his word, one who “fought like a dog for what he believed in for his clients.” “I always knew that everything he said or did came from the heart,” Wiener said. “He was someone who, it didn’t matter to him what people thought about him or if people were mad at him. He was there to fight for the most marginalized people in society.” Adachi’s passion for social justice extended outside of City Hall, too, to documentary filmmaking. His films, “You Don’t Know Jack: The Jack Soo Story” (2009) and “The Slanted Screen” (2006), examined the challenges Asian American actors faced in Hollywood. “Defender” (2017), co-directed by Jim Choi, used a case Adachi defended to examine racial inequities in the criminal justice system. Each of the films were shown in film festivals. Former Supervisor Bevan Dufty, who now serves on the BART Board of Directors, knew Adachi for more than 20 years and remembered him as a ferocious advocate. He was well known at City Hall for fighting for more money for his budget. “He really tried to see the big picture in promoting services and approaches to reducing recidivism,” Dufty said. “I really felt like (Adachi) had a vision that was needed to reduce the involvement of poor people in the justice system. I didn’t always agree with him, but I always appreciated that he made this job so much bigger than what the charter called for. He had a great sense of humor.” Every year, Adachi’s office wore T-shirts in San Francisco’s Gay Pride Parade that read, ‘Getting People Off Since 1921.” Adachi also published an annual calendar featuring pictures of his lawyers. “He wasn’t somebody who tried to stay under the radar,” Dufty said. “He was proud of the work he did, he cared deeply about his clients, and he was an important part of the reform movement in our justice system.” Supervisor Hillary Ronen said she was devastated by the loss. “He made so many of us feel safe,” she said. “For people of color, they knew that no matter how bad things got, they had the fiercest advocate who would always stand by their side. He was one of a kind.” Ronen’s husband, Francisco Ugarte, worked in Adachi’s office representing undocumented immigrants. Rep. Jackie Speier, D-San Mateo, whose district includes part of San Francisco, called Adachi “the real deal ... a righteous public servant who believed passionately in the Constitution, due process and the rights of the accused to be ably represented by counsel. He did not shrink from public debate or tough political decisions.” “The last time I saw him he was at a political event decked out in a beautiful jacket for Halloween, and it was 8 a.m. in the morning,” she said in a statement. “My prayers go out to his family at this painful and numbing time. The community of San Francisco will envelop you and give you strength. God bless you.” Adachi took great pride in being an elected public defender, saying it gave him an independence he wouldn’t have if he was appointed by someone. “Letting voters elect a public defender has dramatic, real-world advantages,” he wrote in a March 2018 letter to the Los Angeles Times to take issue with an editorial in that paper saying electing public defenders was not necessary. “Because I’m elected, I’ve been able to publicly advocate for proper funding — even refusing cases — without fear of being fired by the mayor or board of supervisors,” he wrote. “We’ve been able to hire social workers for families and immigration specialists to fight deportation and re-entry staff to bring down recidivism. That’s something that benefits all San Franciscans, not just those charged with crimes.”

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This is something I wrote bc of a lovely post by @gryffinscottie - thank you for the inspiration :) ---------- Molly knew she had to do it. Especially after what Sherlock had said (and really, did he have to always be so mean?) - it was inevitable. She should have listened to those books she had read, the ones that warned against office romance. Though, to be fair, Jim did work in another department, so at least there wouldn't be any awkward run ins over corpses in her future. Before she could lose her nerve, she sent a text to Jim, asking him to meet her for lunch, then quickly stowed her phone away to stop herself from doing anything stupid, like send another text right after telling him to ignore the last one. Lunch came sooner than she wanted and she anxiously made her way to the cafeteria at Bart's. When she saw Jim, sitting at their usual table, she almost turned tail and ran away, but, still hearing Sherlock's words echoing in her mind, steeled herself and, rather clumsily, made her way over. She swooped forward to give Jim a peck on the cheek, as usual (never once was there a kiss on the mouth from either party - she had stupidly thought that Jim was just being a gentleman) and sat down across from him, immediately squeaking, "I don't think we should see each other anymore." To his credit, Jim barely batted an eye at this, and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Molly charging on. "You - you're very sweet, and I've had a great time with you, but, um, I think we may want different things?" She couldn't stop now, the words just tumbling out against her will. "Like, for example, I'm looking for a man to hopefully, you know, settle down with, and you - well, I guess maybe you're looking for a man too, but I'm, ah, not? A man? Which is great, I mean, I love gay men, in fact I've always wanted one as a best friend-" Oh dear god, why couldn't she stop talking? "-and, maybe we could be - friends, that is?" She spoke earnestly. "Just friends. Who both...like...men? I'm sorry, I'll stop," she stuttered, turning red but meeting Jim's eyes across the table. To her surprise, the man was smiling serenely at her, and reached across the table and took her hand. "That's a grand plan, Molly Hooper. Thank you. I'd love to be friends." He patted her hand and stood up, smile still plastered on his face. "Back to work then - I'll be seeing you!" And with that, he gave a little wave and sauntered away. Taken aback, Molly stared open mouthed for a moment at his retreating back, but after a moment, sagged back into her chair and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well...that could have gone much worse. He really is such a nice guy," she muttered, and let her head thump to the table before her. Around the corner, Jim Moriarty slapped a palm to his face and heaved a martyred sigh. God, these people were dumber than he'd thought - how could someone as brilliant as Sherlock surround himself with these...goldfish day in and day out? It had to be so TEDIOUS. After a moment, however, he gained his composure back and smiled to himself. One more complication out of the way - with no effort on his part. He'd made contact with the consulting detective, who had fallen completely for his bait. Now the REAL fun could begin!