Spelled The Way It Sounds

christine-r14:

HDMLOCK ☼ Mycroft Holmes and Lord Asriel aren’t exactly the best of friends, and sometimes, their personal vendettas have consequences on their professional lives.  (requested by anonymous).

Not sure what’s going on but I like it. 

(Source: skyfallat221b)

beesquid:

“Drowning in Your Blood” by The-Twisted-Pickle (Aka my love)

(via moriartea-cup)

moriartea-cup:

I will finish this later….it is almost 2am. I need sleep.

Barrrrrd. Is she too pleased with herself for your Molly Holmes? 

atrickstertype:

You know when you get to the really good part and Omegle cuts you off?

Guess what just happened.

John is atrickstertype

I’d sure like to find Sherlock.

Read More

Reblogging to throw a wider net because I’d also like to know who wrote such a nice Sherlock.

sherlockoddfic:

Author: breathedout

Title: How the mouth changes its shape

Summary: 1955. Under the placid veneer of suburban playparks and middle-class conformity churns a hidden London: femmes and butches dancing close in basement bars; clandestine love between women. To Sherlock Holmes, struggling private detective and mistress of disguise, it’s a realm she renounced years before. To Johnnie Watson, daredevil ambulance driver turned auto mechanic, it’s become a little too familiar. But when someone is murdered in the washroom of the city’s most notorious lesbian club, the investigation will lead both women to reconsider their assumptions about themselves, each other, and the world in which they live.

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Underage, WIP

I was going to resist reccing this until it was finished, but with the latest chapter up I just couldn’t help myself. The first few chapters with a young, precocious Sherlock at high school have been wonderful - breathedout has really captured Sherlock as a strange, lonely girl and I loved the odd, surprising eroticism of teenage sexuality she depicts. The way Sherlock disovers the wonders of disguise was absolutely delightful to read and the historical setting really feels alive. We’ve just been introduced to Johnnie Watson in the most recent chapter and i’m already in love with both her and the immediate chemistry between them. I absolutely can’t wait for the next update of this fic!

Every time this updates I shriek and run to read it. 

seekingsherlock:

We’ve all been there:

John has just stepped to the edge of the roof, and Sherlock is about to confess his love.
Lestrade has just walked into the room to find Sherlock, unconcious, with a needle in his arm.
Someone hasfinally gotten the milk.

Then something happens. Your computer freezes. You…

Because Omegle’s a bitch, pet. 

seekingsherlock:

We’ve all been there:

John has just stepped to the edge of the roof, and Sherlock is about to confess his love.
Lestrade has just walked into the room to find Sherlock, unconcious, with a needle in his arm.
Someone hasfinally gotten the milk.

Then something happens. Your computer freezes. You fall asleep. Omegle disconnects.

You were just in the middle of the best RP in your life, and now suddenly you’re alone with no way to find your partner.

Until now.

Shaayvalski and atrickstertype bring you

SEEKING SHERLOCK

So you don’t have to wait three years.

Because we love you.

yaahoooo:

7ns:

yaahoooo:

you’re not here to infect my wounds.

that brain trauma jim painting easter eggs post made me sad pfpppt

i made those for him, the eggs….. i dont get sebastian. why is he so sad all the time.

you need to be more sad yahoo i want to make an aquaduct with your tears

-….-

-sebastian you gotta say thank you-

if you want me to be sad you’re doing it right haha

They let Jim come home for Easter, under supervision. Siobhan comes home too, all the way from London, where she is sharing a flat with Tommy and his latest boyfriend and working for Mycroft sixteen hours a day. 

She watches her father’s face as he covers mum’s hands with his own, chest against Jim’s back, guiding him through patterning the egg with wax and crayon, dipping it in dyes colored blood red and bruise purple. Seb looks old, and tired, and still very much in love. 

None of them speak to the tall black woman who is mum’s caseworker or the solidly-built man who is clearly there to prevent whatever violence Jim might do. Tommy puts them in the living room, hands around silent cups of tea, and closes the door to the kitchen. 

Siobhan touches the back of her mum’s neck, the receding line of his hair, blinks down her own violence, her own anger. 

It won’t help, anyway.

shkav:

Part 2 of a bit wild fantasy  about the possible variant of Sebastian Moran to complement Andrew Scott’s Moriarty

Photographer: Hitomi

Moran: Gelou Karoll

Rifle: Barrett M82

Location: Russia, St.Petersburg.

Inspired by: raaawrbin

And: HONEY YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN lol sorry

Love it. Again. A younger Seb but a fucking perfect one. 

Apparently today is a day for the saddest of things. 

(Source: textsfromjimmoriarty)

atrickstertype:

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

Oh, Sherlock. You have such a way with words.

Conductor of light. *sniffles*

I love the phrase “conductor of light”. It sums then up so beautifully.

(Source: kirkspocks)