Spelled The Way It Sounds

miss-jay-moriarty:

“Your only three friends in the world will die. Unless…”
“I kill myself. Complete your story.” 
“You’ve got to admit that’s sexier.”

Femlock
Sherlock: napoleonbonerhard
Moriarty: miss-jay-moriarty
Photo: vitaminelise

Love these.

“But don’t think for one second that I am one of them.”

Melissa and I are doing Reichenbach tonight. I haven’t bled one single spoiler. She hasn’t read the canon since she was eleven. Tomorrow I leave her alone with her feels because I need to go back to Massachusetts. 

…yeah. Yeah, I’m a dead man walking. 

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Gives me the shivers, every time.

(Source: jeeslees, via heresthethingaboutme)

Apparently today is a day for the saddest of things. 

(Source: textsfromjimmoriarty)

“Let him have the coat, officer.”

“But detective Lestrade, it’s evid—”

“He’s been through enough.” 

How many weeks has it been since Reichenbach? How is this still making me /so damn sad/?

(Source: weavile, via imnot-broken-justbent)

badlydrawnhungergames:

If you’re part of a fandom and it doesn’t simultaneously ruin and enhance your life you’re doing it wrong.

This is how I feel about Sherlock all the time.

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concludes:

ayamayamayam:

do-you-have-a-flag:

concludes:

weavile:

quick speedpaint ‘cause this has been in my head for ages. phone depicted above is Sherlock’s, not John’s.

#I imagine there are days where John probably can’t even make the stairs and slumps against the staircase and holds his head in his hands #and wonders why of all the things that had to be taken away from him it’d be Sherlock 

jesus chriiiist and some days he texts sherlock without thinking: ‘gone to tesco, what do you need? -JW’ and sherlock’s phone pings from inside his trouser pocket and if john could breathe from the ache in his chest he would scream

stop it

no

stop

And then, on good days (when he can stand to think about him and all the good memories they had), John calls Sherlock’s cell just to hear his voice before he leaves a voicemail. It’s a ridiculous sounding message, but so inherently Sherlock, spoken in that bored and exasperated tone John knew too well: “Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. Don’t bother leaving a message if it isn’t pertinent to a case.”

And, sometimes, hearing his voice would be enough for John. Enough to make him smile and laugh, and hang up and go about with his day.

Sometimes, though, he’d have to leave a voicemail. Just a “Hey, Sherlock, I’m not going to be at the flat tonight, just wanted to let you know” or even “Mrs. Hudson said you shot her wall again. I’ll let you take care of it this time.”

And, just once, years after Sherlock’s death, he said,

“I love you.”

Once was enough.

OMG UGLIEST CRYING

John stops blogging. He can’t see the point of it; nothing ever happens to him anymore - he’s just staying alive. But the good days begin to outnumber the bad ones through sheer bloody-minded placidity, and John fills the inbox of Sherlock’s phone with inane little messages and expects nothing back. With: “How many times can I get into a row with the chip and pin machine before they ban me? -JW”, or “Triple murder in the papers today. You’d have loved it. -JW”, or simply “Bloody raining again. -JW” - hundreds of texts about everything and nothing at the same time. And John stops blogging. But he never stops talking about his day.

what happened to you in your childhood to make you post this ;.;

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lawfulgoodpaladog:

elsinore-rose:

aithusathesherlockedmerlinbaby:

allthisandheaven:

andromedaic:

Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.

This is what broke me.

This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.

This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.

Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.

someone to understand me.

Not to mention his limp, his fucking limp

The limp only Sherlock saw through

The limp only Sherlock managed to get rid of

The limp John no longer needed when Sherlock was there

The limp that he takes on once more because his best friend isn’t there anymore

Sherlock kept him steady, and now that he’s gone there isn’t anything left for John to lean on

#I have said it before and I will say it again #FUCK YOU MARTIN FREEMAN #this moment absolutely KILLED me #the about face #the return of the soldier #Sherlock showed him the warzone in the middle of London #gave him back what he’d been missing #and now Sherlock is gone #and so the patient soldier returns to live out the rest of this horrible excruciating BORING life #because as often as it was Sherlock shouting that he was bored #it was John who was really most affected by it #John who held his gun like it was part of his arm #John who uses his rank to help his flatmate break into high-security government facilities #John who was a doctor (but he had bad days) #and now Sherlock’s gone and so is all of that #and now what is he supposed to do? #oh god sorry for that vomit I just fucking CAN’T

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

I MISSED THE LIMP COMING BACK, oh god this makes that moment so much more painful, and it is already the most perfectly aching moment in the episode.

I probably need to do a more-attentive rewatch, but it will have to wait until Saturday to comply with the new house rule of No Reichenbach Before Bed.

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