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bauliyaa day ago
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at this rate sherlock season five is gonna be announced by november
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hellothepixela day ago
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If Good Omens had come out sooner it would've been integrated into superwholock.
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theatre-dadda day ago
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shoots BBC Sherlock while it鈥檚 already face down in the corner just to make sure it stays dead
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busylilblopa day ago
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small kiss in the cold - old art from 2014 that I never posted apparently
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guaranabubblegum2 days ago
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What if...
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Martin Freeman was Sherlock Holmes and Benedict Cumberbatch was John Watson?
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transjewdeana day ago
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celebrating russell t davies' return to doctor who by rewatching hbomberguy's Sherlock Is Garbage, And Here's Why video essay masterpiece
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khorazir2 days ago
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Lineart of an illustration inspired by the intense and wonderful Who We Are in the Dark by @WritingOutLoud and @lakoda0518 It鈥檚 the first of my two @holmescon commissions. Watercolour version to follow.
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frostbitten-writtena day ago
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ATTENTION SHERLOCK FANS. I WANT TO RUN AN EXPERIMENT!!!
In relation to BBC鈥檚 Sherlock, when I refer to聽鈥榯he gif,鈥 which gif am I talking about?聽
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Academic Reminder
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Reader x Sherlock
Summary:聽The leaves are falling on 221B Baker Street but not everyone is enjoying the seasonal change. With time passing so quickly, Exams are drawing near,聽and Y/N can鈥檛 seem to calm her nerves.聽聽
Cue Sherlock: The consulting detective plans a peaceful night in, because come on, we all need a break sometimes.聽
聽A very cozy fic complete with tea, violin playing, and plenty of sentimental dialogue. I dedicate this to all you nerds out there.聽
Requested by:聽Anonymous
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A light autumn breeze blew through London as Y/N gazed out the window of 221B Baker Street. She sighed longingly, wanting nothing more than to saunter along the streets below and feel the frosty gusts of wind against her skin.
Instead, she was a prisoner of thought. 221B Baker Street her cell, and academia her punishment. University examinations were fast approaching, and 221B was temporarily poisoned with readings, study notes, and flashcards. The once cozy atmosphere had become stifling when compared to the autumnal wonders that remained unattainable outside.
Just as she was about to close the shades and return to her studies, Y/N heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
鈥淵/N!鈥 Sherlock called as he stepped inside the flat. The consulting detective was dressed in his signature coat and scarf, his nose and cheeks still rosy from the brisk temperature outside.
鈥淎h, there you are.鈥 He said, planting a quick kiss on his partner鈥檚 cheek. 鈥淚 was wondering, how partial are you to a Friday night autopsy? Molly is expecting me at St. Bart鈥檚 tonight, and I鈥檇 like for you to join me.鈥
As he talked, Sherlock walked past the table at which Y/N was seated, absentmindedly tossing his gloves and scarf behind him. She scowled as the thrown garments landed on the table, effectively scattering her scribbled notes and papers.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry Sherlock,鈥 she apologized tensely as she delicately moved a leather glove aside. 鈥淵ou know I can鈥檛 do much of anything right now.鈥
Sherlock turned to glance at Y/N, brows furrowed in contemplation.
What on earth is she talking about?
鈥淎h yes, that鈥檚 right. Because of...鈥
Think Sherlock, Think! Crinkled papers on the table, dark under eyes indicating a restless night, forgotten coffee mug on the windowsill-
He threw his arms up dramatically as it finally dawned on him.
鈥...because of your upcoming examinations!鈥
Obvious.
鈥淓xactly.鈥 Y/N sighed. She looked up at Sherlock resignedly. 鈥淢aybe we can reschedule because right now, I really need to study. I feel absolutely overwhelmed, and can hardly concentrate with my nerves.鈥
Sherlock stood silently for a moment, listening to his partner fret. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and left the flat.
鈥淲onderful. Just the words of encouragement I needed!鈥 Y/N called after him sarcastically before turning back to her studies.
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A soft, lilting tune encompassed 221B, and brought Y/N out of her sleep.
She lifted her head from a hardcover textbook and tried to make sense of her surroundings. 鈥淚 must have taken a nap.鈥 She thought groggily as she rubbed her heavy lidded eyes.
Y/N looked up and scanned the flat, searching for the source of music. She smiled when she saw Sherlock playing his violin by the fireplace.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e awake.鈥 He grinned, not missing a note.
鈥淚s that Vivaldi鈥檚 La Stravaganza?鈥
鈥淥f course. Your favourite instrumental piece, is it not?鈥
鈥淲ait a minute... you鈥檙e playing for me?鈥
Sherlock struck a final chord before lowering his violin and approaching Y/N. He dropped on one knee and took her hand in his, pressing it against his chest.
鈥淵/N, you鈥檝e been studying nonstop for the past three days. Granted, I鈥檝e been somewhat dismissive of your situation, but don鈥檛 think for one moment that I don鈥檛 care.鈥
His cobalt eyes held in them an earnestness that made Y/N鈥檚 heart flutter.
鈥淧erhaps I鈥檝e been nonchalant, though I assure you, it鈥檚 only because I believe you to be competent in succeeding in your academic endeavours.鈥
Y/N quirked a brow at his choice of words. 鈥淐ompetent?鈥
鈥淪ufficiently adequate?鈥 He teased with a rogue smile.
鈥淪herlock!鈥 She admonished, smacking his hand in mock offense.
鈥淔ine!鈥 He laughed. 鈥淚 know that you鈥檙e brilliant enough to pass your classes with flying colours. That鈥檚 why I haven鈥檛 been overly attentive.鈥
Y/N smiled warmly at his high praise. She leaned forward and kissed Sherlock lightly on the nose. 鈥淭hank you very much Mr. Holmes.鈥 She whispered.
Sherlock gave her hand a tight squeeze before standing up. 鈥淣ow,鈥 he said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. 鈥淪tep away from the books because tonight you鈥檒l be resting. I鈥檓 making sure of it.鈥
鈥淥h? What about Molly鈥檚 autopsy? I thought that she was聽dying to see you.鈥
Sherlock didn鈥檛 seem to get the joke.
鈥淣ever mind that, formaldehyde and such.鈥 He explained with a wave of his hand. 鈥淣ow, consider this your wellness break. The brain requires regular periods of rest to achieve maximum efficiency. Therefore-鈥
鈥淪herlock?鈥 Y/N interrupted.
鈥淗mmm?鈥
鈥淢aybe we could just get to the 鈥榖reak鈥 part?鈥
鈥淎h yes. Well, the very first thing you need is this...鈥
Sherlock ducked behind his armchair, and came up holding a tattered garment.
鈥淵our favourite jumper!鈥 He exclaimed. 鈥淚 know it鈥檚 customary for couples to exchange clothing, and since you have an affinity for my robe, I鈥檝e been holding onto this.
Y/N only stared as Sherlock looked at her expectantly.
鈥淯mm, Sherlock... that鈥檚 not mine.鈥 she said slowly, holding back a peal of laughter.
Sherlock frowned as he examined the knitted jumper from a different angle.
鈥淥f course it is. I see you wearing it all the time.鈥
鈥淭hat would be John.鈥
Sherlock gave it a final once over. 鈥淲ell in any event...鈥 he concluded unfazed before tossing the jumper back to the armchair.
Y/N only giggled as he led her to the couch.
Once seated, Sherlock wrapped an arm around Y/N, supporting her as she leaned against his shoulder.
The fire crackled from the hearth as the couple sat together in comfortable silence. Sherlock played with Y/N鈥檚 hair as the flames cast an amber tinge over the room.
鈥淎pologies for my brisk exit earlier.鈥 he said, breaking their stillness. 鈥淚 needed to make sure that tonight was absolutely perfect, and I didn鈥檛 want to waste time chatting.鈥
鈥淵ou could have at least said goodbye... or something.鈥 Y/N mumbled against his jacket.
Sherlock shuffled in his seat as he reached into his back pocket. He was careful not to disturb Y/N as she sat comfortably against him.
鈥淔orgive me?鈥 He asked, dangling a pack of biscuits in front of her face.
鈥淎re these Ginger Nuts?鈥 She gasped, eagerly snatching the treats from his hands.
鈥淏rain food.鈥 He affirmed, planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
鈥淪herlock?鈥
鈥淗mmmm?鈥 He hummed, still playing with her hair.
鈥淚鈥檓 so grateful that you鈥檙e trying to distract me so that I can 鈥榙estress鈥 and whatnot, but I really need to get back to work. You forget, not everyone is as clever as you.鈥
Sherlock let out an irate sigh.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e misinterpreting my intentions.鈥
Y/N shifted slightly so as to face him.
鈥淭his isn鈥檛 a mere distraction,鈥 he began, 鈥淚t鈥檚 a reminder.鈥
鈥淎 reminder?鈥
He smiled knowingly. 鈥淵ou tend to forget just how clever you are. I鈥檝e noticed you slight your vast intelligence and neglect to trust in yourself. I鈥檓 not 鈥榙istracting鈥 you as much as I鈥檓 reminding you that it鈥檚 alright to slow down. You鈥檒l get by, I鈥檓 sure of it.鈥
Y/N adjusted his collar, trying to hide the warmth in her cheeks. 鈥淭hank you Sherlock.鈥
鈥淩ight then.鈥
With a final smile of affirmation, the consulting detective sat up and walked away with a stride in his step.
鈥淣ow,鈥 he called from the kitchen, 鈥渨ill it be Earl grey or English Breakfast? I鈥檝e put the kettle on.鈥
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If you鈥檇 like to be tagged in any future Sherlock fics, just tell me in the comments... oh yeah, and requests are open!
Alright so, whoever sent this request; sorry if I was a little late on the delivery, but I hope this fic was somewhat comforting. Good luck on your exams, I鈥檓 sure you鈥檒l absolutely kill it!
HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY!
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bbcsherlocka day ago
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d0llz-s0upa day ago
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New outfit ideas for the superwholock revival 馃槏
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rayshippouuchihaa day ago
i hope the next news is sherlock related
that fandom is always a hot garbage fire
it's hilarious
some things, once dead, are better left buried
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honeybeeswatson2 days ago
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happy bisexual pride everyone, hope john watson is having a fine evening
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chriscalledmesweetiea day ago
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The Brilliant New Newlywed Game
A Sherlock/Good Omens/Cabin Pressure crossover in which three newlywed couples - Sherlock/John, Aziraphale/Crowley, and Carolyn/Herc - compete on a game show hosted by everyone鈥檚 favorite lovable buffoon, Arthur.
Chapter 3: Whoopee!
In which the questions become a bit more revealing...
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Am i the only one who enjoys softeness over smut?
Man there are some talented writers out there and the smut is so incredibly hot and accurate, so wonderfully raw and emotional.
But i will never not melt at the gentle looks, the soft brush of hands. An unfaltering gaze and the emotional connection between characters 馃槏
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johnlockpodficcluba day ago
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We have a new podfic! WRITTEN IN ASHES by @88thparallel鈥 , narrated by @ohlooktheresabee鈥 ! Part One is available on our Club Soundloud page!
Sherlock becomes the prime suspect in a homicide case, and recently unearthed memories of his childhood are complicating matters. It's up to John to track down answers 鈥 can he help Sherlock before it's too late?
Go on our Soundloud and give it a listen!
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I don't want you
To come round here no more
I beg you for mercy
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You don't know how strong
My weakness is
Or how much it hurts me
Cause when you said it over with her
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I want to believe it's true
So I let you in knowing tomorrow
I'm gonna wake up missing you
Wake up missing you
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When the one you love's
In love with someone else
Don't you know it's torture
I mean it's a living hell
No matter how I try to convince myself
This time I won't lose control
One look in your blue eyes
And suddenly my heart can't tell you no
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I don't want you
To call me up no more
Saying you need me
You're crazy if you think
Just half your love
Could ever please me
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Still I want to hold you, touch you
When you look at me that way
There's only one solution I know
You gotta stay away from me
Stay away from me
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When the one you love's
In love with someone else
Don't you know it's torture
I mean it's a living hell
No matter how I try to convince myself
This time I won't lose control
One look in your sad eyes
And suddenly my heart can't tell you no
My Heart can't tell you no
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I don't want you
To come round here no more
I beg you for mercy
You don't know how strong
My weakness is
Or how much it hurts me
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Cause when you say its over with her
I want to believe it's true
So I let you in knowing tomorrow
I'm gonna wake up missing you
Wake up missing you
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When the one you love's
In love with someone else
Don't you know it's torture
I mean it's a living hell, a living hell
When the one you love's
In love with someone else
Don't you know it's torture
I mean it's a living hell, a living hell
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