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rightous-int · 1 year
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So... Guess whos biblicly accurate johnlock whore again
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They just my glass of tea
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mayhasopinions · 11 days
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drowsy mornings
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anne-adler · 2 months
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janmisali · 6 months
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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 months
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turtely's OTP challenge
now on Ao3! (tumblr link)
read the (slightly improved) part 6 here:
summary: Just two flatmates making fun of each other. Well, maybe-more-than-flatmates.
General Audience, 850 Words. Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, AU - College/University, Fluff and Humor, and they were roommates:D
the amazing, perfect, talented @justanobsessedpan was kind enough to draw this beautiful fanart for this ficlet, when i first published this on tumblr! please give her likes and reblogs <3
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silvascribble · 2 months
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Sherlock is insane for pulling out opiates five minutes after meeting his new flatmate, but John is insane for staying
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ohwhataniight · 1 month
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I'm never gonna dance again - Part 1
SO I can't stop starting WIPs and working on them simultaneously. I've formed such a bad habit! I just wanted to write my take on what happened when Sherlock offered to teach John how to dance before the wedding. Feedback and britpicking more than welcome. Thank you so much for reading!
Songs for mood: Careless Whisper, the Postmodern Jukebox version
Masquerade Suite: Waltz, Aram Khachaturian
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I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad good-byes
It starts a month before the wedding. The tutoring is quite intensive - Sherlock doesn’t do anything halfway. “You need to have a basic idea of eight different ballroom dances if you don’t wish to make a fool of yourself on the dancefloor.”
“Eight? You’ve got to be kidding me. Sherlock, I’m getting married, I’m not competing as a professional ballroom dancer.”
“Exactly, you’re getting married,” Sherlock huffs. “Put some effort, John. Your skills currently being subpar shouldn’t prevent you from learning the basic steps of the waltz, rumba, rock ‘n’ roll...”
“If England runs out of crime, never become a tutor,” John sulks. “You’re not exactly boosting morale, here, mate.”
Sherlock waves his hand in the air dismissively, taking two swift steps to close the distance between them, taking John’s hand in his own and holding it up. “None of that. With our lessons you’re going to be an expert in two weeks. Now. Other hand on my waist.” His other hand is on John’s back, between his shoulder blades.
“No, wait,” John hisses, untangling his grip from Sherlock’s and moving towards the windows to pull the heavy curtains shut. “People will talk.”
“They do little else, John, as we’ve established ages ago,” Sherlock huffs impatiently. “Now, hand on my waist.”
“Seriously?” John chuckles awkwardly, eventually letting Sherlock manipulate him into the right posture with a hand that pushes steadily against his back as their other hand grips John’s firmly again.
“John, I’m afraid we won’t be able to keep a preferrable pace in your learning process if you keep acting like a teenage boy,” Sherlock scolds him, but with the hint of a smile on his face.
The first time they dance it’s in three quarters time. They start with the waltz. Sherlock is teaching John to lead.
John can’t believe what’s happening the first time. Less than two months ago he couldn’t bare to be at this very living room, he would become nauseous every time he’d stare at Sherlock’s armchair. And now Sherlock is showing him “the box”.
In the beginning, John steps on his friend’s feet a couple of times. They bang their heads once, when John steps forward instead of backward. He apologizes a lot and keeps staring, alarmed, at his feet.
“Keep your back straight, head high, you’ll need to look at Mary in the face, don’t look at your feet.”
And so they go, one-two-three one-two-three, until John has figured out how to turn instead of landing on the wall or on a chair, until their tight grip is clammy and sweat has broken on their underarms and foreheads.
John has never been one for dancing, and he’s quite used to Sherlock violating his personal space, yet this is different. Sherlock is a firm but capable tutor who, despite his gentle scolding, somehow ends up making him feel good about himself. When John feels slightly more confident with the steps to allow himself to relax, their flow becomes natural. John asks for music - listening only to their accelerated breathing, their socked feet tapping on the floor, and the swishing of fabric is making him feel self-conscious. Sherlock obliges him and hits Play on his phone. The Masquerade Suite fills the room and they rediscover their pace rather effortlessly.
One-two-three one-two-three
Being in John’s arms feels right, and the realization pains him. He lets himself navigate the never-ending stairs and cold, wide rooms of his mind palace. They’re waltzing on an ornate ballroom with mirrors all around, their joined figures multiplying in a line of identical couples. They’re in tailcoats, one-two-three one-two-three, John is leading and Sherlock is following. Oh, he’s always loved to follow, how he’s always craved a dancing partner confident enough to lead him. John Watson is most fitting for the task, with a serious, almost stern expression on his lined face, his lips pressed together as he stares at him intently with his brilliant, azure gaze burning into Sherlock’s eyes, almost reducing him to tears. At the climax of the violins they sway smoothly, as if they’re stepping on clouds one-two-three one-two-three and Sherlock is dizzy, feels disoriented when John dips him and he senses blood filling his head as he views the ballroom from upside down, his abdomen pressed against John’s, his friends hand steady on his waist, their fingers tangled together, inspeparable.
It’s a graceful dance, waltz, and Sherlock finds himself grateful for John’s military training. He can’t imagine how much more difficult everything would be if John didn’t possess such good posture. Sherlock has always loved dancing, yet he had never before experienced this. Piercing blue eyes making him lightheaded, rendering breathing a strenuous task, his heart hammering against his ribcage, and suddenly he realizes that John, always legible, has become even more so. Now that they’re so close to each other there’s no need for pulse-taking or the employment other sneaky devices, no. Their sweaty, dopamine-rushed bodies cannot lie, the violins are masking all sounds but their rapid breathing that mingles, sweet and expectant.
Mrs. Hudson walks in on them, balancing a tray with tea and biscuits in their hands, while they’re practicing the under arm turn (quite gracefully given their height difference, if Sherlock can allow himself to take pride in that).
“Oh, my boys, so beautiful! Look at the both of you, engulfed in your dancing!” she squeals, bringing her fingers to her lips. “We should take a video, to commemorate this moment...”
It’s John who terrifies her out of the apartment this time, and John can be very terrifying indeed, Sherlock thinks as Mrs. Hudson turns around and shuts the door behind her, tutting disapprovingly at their manners.
“Let’s hope we didn’t give her the wrong impression,” John chuckles softly, going for the tea, a sign that he’s had enough waltzing around for one day. Sherlock’s mind palace ballroom vanishes into thin air and he’s in the dimly lit living room at Baker Street again, side-staring at John who is avoiding his gaze. Sherlock swallows back a sigh as his long fingers reach for a biscuit.
Part 2, Part 3
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lazyasriel · 6 months
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Ok so I know I KNOW that John Locke was a philosopher but when I see:
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In the library my gremlin mind can only think of one very obvious thing
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gregorovitch-adler · 7 months
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Clock
John stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he checked the time on the classroom clock. Half past twelve. Fifteen more minutes of this dreadful lecture till the afternoon break.
The topic going on in the class was not so hard, besides Year 13 meant you had to cover up most of the topics on your own, anyway. John could not bring himself to listen to the lecture today.
John looked around at the other students instead. To be honest, he was looking for one specific person in that room.
There he was. Sitting in the last row, but paying full attention - staring at the teacher like a hawk. John had been admiring this guy's looks - dense, black curls; sea-green eyes, and those sharp cheekbones - and his intelligence for quite some time.
The name was Sherlock Holmes.
John had not stopped thinking about that bloke ever since he'd guessed some other student's personal life correctly in an attempt to tell them off. Deduction, as he would rather call it.
He had been trying to get to know Sherlock in person and to talk to him properly - instead of just nodding in his direction as a greeting like he used to do, every morning.
John was not sure what he would even talk about. Sherlock seemed so closed off, heading straight to the library during the afternoon break every day. John did not want to make an arse of himself trying to talk to him.
He realised he was staring, so he looked away quickly and pretended to pay attention again.
After a few minutes, the bell rang, followed by the teacher muttering some words to the TA before leaving the class.
The class began to chatter, as everyone slowly made their way to leave.
Suddenly, someone across the room turned around to face Sherlock in the last row. "Hey, Holmes!"
Sherlock looked up from his book at that guy.
"Nobody gives a shit about your Tobacco ash list," he said, and his friends burst out laughing. "Seriously, quit blogging. Your website is embarrassing enough already." Another fit of laughter from his group.
John furrowed his brows and clenched his fist on his left side. Strange that he did not know much about Sherlock, but felt like standing up for him anyway.
"At least I don't have to juggle three girlfriends every single day."
A complete silence erupted among that friend group.
"What's he talking about?" asked a girl from the group to that arse. Probably one of the girlfriends.
He ignored her as he marched his way to the last row to approach Sherlock. "Say that again." The guy slammed his massive fists on the desk.
John turned around and went to that row too.
"I think he was loud and clear the first time," said John as he stood beside Sherlock, staring daggers at the other guy.
"Oh, so the fake genius has got himself a pet!" the bloke exclaimed and walked up close to John, practically towering over him.
John was waiting for one move from the side of that guy. Just one. This would all be over in a minute.
"I haven't," said Sherlock and walked close to the guy, invading his personal space. "Though I would think twice before doing anything I regret if I were you." His low voice had dropped even more to a dangerous tone. "Especially if I were sleeping with one of the teachers for a better score like you are, currently."
This made the guy back off. "You didn't - you can't possibly know that!"
"You didn't even bother changing your perfume," said Sherlock and brushed past that guy, his long legs taking him to the classroom door swiftly. He stopped short in the doorway and turned around to look at John with his eyebrows raised.
John quickly collected his things and left the room; ignoring the other guy and leaving him behind.
Sherlock and John walked out of the class, and John tried to suppress a smile.
"Where are we going?" John asked, trying to match Sherlock's pace.
"I am going to the library."
"I can join you."
"Why?"
"You can tell me about the Tobacco ash."
Sherlock stopped in the tracks to face John properly. John had slowed down as well.
Sherlock gave John an intense look as if trying to look into his soul.
John was physically unable to look away.
"In that case, I expect you to listen to every single thing I have to say. Try to react properly instead of just staring at me." The corner of his heart-shaped mouth quirked up.
John cleared his throat and nodded before looking away for a moment. "Let's go, shall we? We don't have much time."
"Come on, then," said Sherlock, and they began to walk again in the direction of the library.
Not sure why, but John felt as if his day had become at least a hundred times better.
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Sherlock September Challenge.
Prompt Clock by @onesmallfamily
Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear .
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kitoblob · 1 month
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Hozier was touched the minds of many a' queers with blond and black hair (or red if you're EXTRA)
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destinysquared · 1 year
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Drawing I made for Zuri of Locke with Thel Vadam from Halo. Ty again!
Commission Prices/Info Here
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sweeterthansucrose · 8 months
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Whenever someone mentions the 'It is what it is.' BBC Sherlock scene and lets me go crazy analysing it:
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bridgetoon · 3 months
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Thinking about a scenario that could literally never happen of bbcs!John running across sherlock & co. (Maybe they're following him? S&c!lock thought there was something strange and dragged s&c!John to investigate?) And him getting spooked so he pulls his gun and s&c!lock is so unserious about being held up he starts going 'see it's not just me! Other people carry guns around too!' and s&c!John goes 'we are LITERALLY being held at gun point can this wait?'
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savagesyeah · 3 months
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Some girl on yt talking about philosophy: so John Locke
My brain who has been here since she's twelve: johnlock?? Like John Watson and Sherlock????
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helloliriels · 1 year
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JOHN WATSON OH, THE NEIGHBORS!!!
Rock Out With Your Lock Out, Vol. 16 by helloliriels
Featuring 15 New songs, including: '(Everything I Do) Of Course It's About You', 'Can't Stop This TJLC We've Started', 'There Will Never Be Another (You Chose Her)', 'Thought You'd Died (I Went Thru Hell)', 'All I Wanted (Was You)', 'Yes You Have To Say The Words', 'Touch My Hand (Feel My Heart Beat)', 'If You Wanna Leave Now (Can I Come Too?)'
Not writing, not drawing (but a secret third thing) ... ps destressing lol tagging peeps for funzies @johnlocky @ohlooktheresabee @fluffbyday-smutbynight @totallysilvergirl @7-percent @sarahthecoat @whatnext2020 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @kaursblog11 @ninasnakie @loki-lock @victorianpining @gaylilsherlock @justanobsessedpan @spooksicl-e @2smach @the-reading-lemon @anyway-kindness @anyawen @hasenkind687 @marta-bee @thenosyjournal @missdeliadili @myriath @gregorovitchworld @thelazyecrivain2 @impalaparkedat221b @raina-at @kettykika78 @calaisreno @inevitably-johnlocked @khorazir @discordantwords @arwamachine @peanitbear @iwlyanmw @peageetibbs @john-smiths-jawline @kabubsmagga @raithwithwings57 @lisbeth-kk @im-erin @i-call-me-clarence @topsyturvy-turtely @copperplatebeech @cyn2k @amyreadsandstresses @hotshoeagain @janiesprings
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broccoli-bitching · 7 months
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