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me reading a slowburn:

brain gremlin no.1: KISS. kiss. kiiiiiiiiiiiisssss. KIS.ᴋɪss. ᵏᶦˢˢᵏᶦˢˢᵏᶦˢˢᵏᶦˢˢᵏᶦˢˢ

brain gremlin no.2: HOOOOOboy doNOT kiss no gotta MAKE EACH OTHER FURIOUS YESSS. fiGHT. touch but ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ. MAINTAIN that EMOTIONAL DISTANCE son!!!! FEAR INTIMACY. FEAR IT

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Don’t know what I would’ve done without fanfiction this year.

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Basically the whole show..

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I present to you.... The Johnlock love-child

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Me having to write a 150 word essay for an exercise in English class: angy 😠

Me at 3am writing incomprehensible fluff/smut of 1586 words: hepi 😌

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Why can't my life revolve around Sherlock like my thoughts do?

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BBC Sherlock   - mask on -   - mask off -

For November prompt FAKE in @sherlockchallenge

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Spotify wrapped is like, “you’re sad and gay” and we’re all like:

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If you are even a small part of the BBC Sherlock fandom reblog this now

everything will be explained later

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Sherlock when he's pissed off at John

"The Third Amendment to the United States Constitution places restrictions on the quartering of soldiers in private homes without the owner's consent, forbidding the practice in peacetime."

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Okay this is weird but i am desperate. A few months ago i read a johnlock fic that i really liked and now i can't find it anywhere.. I don't know if it's on wattpad or ao3.

Okay so here's the very distinct part of the fic that i remember, bear with me. Sherlock and John go on a case and they have to make an 'appointment' with a stripper at a strip club.. But she knows they are there for something else. In the end John feels kind of sick and as they wait for a cab Sherlock kisses him and John collapses.. It turns out that the reason Sherlock kissed John was because he'd assumed that the stripper put on a poison lipstick before she kissed John.. And that's why John collapsed. I think Sherlock then had to find an impossible cure for the poison before it could kill John.. Very dramatic but if anyone knows which fic I'm talking about pls help a girl out odhdksbkksn

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I posted this a while back on wattpad but i forgot to put it here like this. A Johnlock oneshot, enjoy :)

"Just put the seatbelt on for god's sake." I'm annoyed with him, but still smirk at just how much he's willing to do anything to bother me. Things feel a bit weird between us, last night we discussed something I never thought I would live to experience. I've always pushed those thoughts down and thought 'I'll pursue them in another life'. I didn't expect to be telling Sherlock about the way he made me feel, I definitely didn't expect for him to reciprocate.

He shook his head in frustration and reached for the safety belt. We were on our way somewhere, he didn't want to tell me where, I didn't mind not knowing. He was driving, and I was quite content with sitting in the passenger seat, and just letting him drive.

I felt so weird, liberating but weird. I was being true to myself and to him, and that took this weight off my back, but then I also felt like an imposter, like I wasn't myself. In reality the last me wasn't the real me, he felt comfortable, but life isn't about comfort. I of course had no idea what this was like for Sherlock, I didn't think he was capable of having feelings.

After everything with Mary and Rosie, for the longest time i couldn't imagine myself finding another woman to love. Mary wasn't who i thought she was, but damn I loved her, I still do.

Then i thought Sherlock had feelings for Irene, and maybe there's some truth in that.. But in the end it all comes back to Watson and Holmes, and i was done fighting that.

My recent view of the future has been raising Rosie with Sherlock, and then after all, growing old with Sherlock, that is if he doesn't get himself killed by then. He's calmed down a bit when it comes to cases and danger, just a bit, I don't think anyone but me has even noticed. He was fixed on helping me with Rosie, i think he still felt guilty.

Still i just accepted the fate of being alone for the rest of my life, giving up on romance, living with my flatmate. I thought 'if he could do it, why wouldn't I be able to?' but that's not how it works.. I'm obviously not asexual, and not that I'm an expert or anything, but I believe he's not quite so much either.

"Thoughts?"

"Hmm?" we'd been driving for a few minutes now and he decided to break the silence.

"Oh, um, why don't we put on some music?"

"Why? The noise in your head isn't enough?" he smiles, still keeping his eyes on the road.

I just stare at him for a moment, the awkwardness is nothing compared to the feeling of serenity that takes over me at moments like this. He understands me better than anyone else ever has, how stupid would I be to give that up for someone else just because of the body he's in.

There's nothing to say so we just listen to a playlist I made for long drives, in case such an occasion was ever to come up. My mind is filled with events of the previous night, I can't really control it and I don't try to. I lean my head against the window and stare out at the scenery for the rest of the way. We drive for about an hour, I watch as the scenery changes from crowded city streets to deserted paths filled with green. Getting quite sleepy now.

"Come on. John ." the sound of my name falling from his lips wakes me from semi-sleep, and I turn to see we've stopped. The cold air hits my drowsy body as I step out of the car, so I reach for my jacket in the backseat.

"Have you been here before?"

"Once", I walk behind him as he leads me through the forest we've been driving through. "You'll see".

"I'll see what?" just as I speak, the view starts to emerge from above the rocks we've been climbing. He climbs up some steep stone first, and reaches for my hand to pull me up. This is the first time touching his skin felt different. "Oh" my lips part at the astonishing scenery.

"It was a case. I couldn't come to terms with the fact it didn't go as well as I'd hoped it would, and I passed through here so I stopped and took a short walk to clear my mind. It was freezing but the scenery wasn't anything less than worth it."

I hadn't dared taking my eyes off of the trees, the mountains, small secluded houses and curves of nature I was witnessing, all from this glorious, frightening height. It made me feel so big and so miniscule at the same time.

He wasn't looking out though, his eyes were set on me. I felt that and avoided looking at him in return. Foolish, how he made nervous, as if I were back in grade school when I'd noticed this girl I liked was looking back. I furrowed my eyebrows and took in a shaky breath, suddenly there were all these unexpected emotions arising in me, I couldn't understand why. I placed my head in my hands and took a second to steady my thoughts.

I felt a hand on my back and without looking, moved to press myself against his chest. Just like once before, he placed one hand on my neck, the other on my arm, and placed his chin lightly atop my head.

His warmth, his scent, every sensation filled my senses, I realised just how much i'd missed it. Last time, the rhythm of his beating heart calmed me down, now the amount of clothes, due to the frigid temperature, was in the way. I reached my hand out of its pocket to find his, and I pressed my thumb against his skin to feel the pulse. Once I was sure I hadn't been dreaming, he was alive and with me in that moment, I hesitantly laced my fingers with his. His grip tightened, head tilted as his lips got lost somewhere in my hair. It felt surreal, holding his hand.

"I'm here" just as he said that, tears were building in my eyes. Memories of the two torturous years when I thought he was dead, when I was sure I'd lost my soul mate for good, all came back to me.

"Yes you are, aren't you?" he pulled away a bit and I lifted my head to meet his gaze directly. I could feel his breath on my cold face. He let go of the hand he was holding and reached to wipe away the tear that had been traveling down my cheek. Sherlock may not be so experienced in these things, but people underestimate his charm and confidence, he can be romantic if he wants to, probably without even meaning to.

That hand made its way to the back of my head, and I felt so small, with both his hands around my neck, still I felt far out of harms way. The thin distance between us began to dissipate, this force pulling like magnets, but slower, until I finally felt his delicate lips between mine, losing feeling in both my hands. This painstakingly slow kiss, and its rythm, caused my mind to riot. I'd forgotten about the cold and began shaking nevertheless. It was like electricity pumping through my blood, making my heartbeat ecstatic.

It felt light as a feather, as if he was afraid I would shatter if he'd put more pressure. Too soon he pulled away and we beamed at eachother whilst cathching our breath, then again anything would've been too soon. He smiled at me in this way, like nothing was ever wrong in this life, and embraced me again. My hands woke up in time to return the hug this time. I closed my eyes and pulled him closer by his waist.

Can't tell that I didn't still feel a bit weird about this, but all discomfort was easily averted when I reminded myself of whom I was with in this moment, and what it felt like. Home.

It's as if all my life I've had this headache, and it had become so perpetual that I'd stopped noticing it, but standing like this with him, it went away.

I wanted to say I love you, but I didn't, although feeling his lips on my temple made me sure the day I would wasn't too far away.

"Thank you" he spoke.

"For what?" my speech muffled by his clothes.

"For everything that's good in my life."

Yeah, that's better than I love you.

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“So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.”

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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“And Mr Holmes the younger… You look taller in your photographs” “I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend”

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things that make every video game better

give me nice outfits to wear

let me be gay

give me a pet

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Drew this after watching The Six Thatchers. Poor Sherlock, he’s missing John.

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