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lovecraftiancicada · 2 months
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ilovegeekyshit · 14 days
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i think i've seen this film before
and i didn't like the ending.
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Good Omens fans, I fell your pain.
I'm tired too. About queer matter I feels like I'm stuck between:
Vanilla teen stuff like Heartstopper
Awful movies with bad acting and poor script like Happiest Season (2020)
Ships with homoeotic subtext that never become canon or never get a happing ending [add giant list}
Is it even possible to have the drama, the complicated romance and the couple end up together? I'm getting old waiting for this
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matustheus · 6 months
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Did anyone call the detective??
Idk if this fandom is still alive honestly 💀💀
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lokidokieokie · 1 year
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Fic Recs
Hello, tis I, Ella, and I am here, once again, with my fanfic recommendations for the week of the 24/10 - 30/10. Please enjoy and give all these writers the love that they deserve!
Loki Laufeyson
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Jewel of the Season by @fictive-sl0th​ [prequel chapter linked]
Lavender Haze by @muddyorbsblr​ 
Endearments by @cupids-crystals​ 
Love and War by @cupids-crystals​ 
To Have and To Hold by @mochie85​ [masterlist linked]
Stargazing | P1 | P2 | by @those-late-night-feels​ 
Unexpected by @those-late-night-feels​ [masterlist linked]
A God Can Hold His Liquor by @lokischambermaid​ [masterlist linked]
Clandestine F*cks by @lokisgoodgirl​ [masterlist linked]
Cat-tastrophe by @xorpsbane​ 
Secret Notes by @muddyorbsblr​ [masterlist linked]
Behind Closed Doors by @springdandelixn​ [masterlist linked]
Love, Not War by @wheredafandomat​ 
The Proposal by @michelleleewise​ [masterlist linked]
Lab Session by @fictive-sl0th​​ 
Consummation by @wheredafandomat​​ 
Tom Hiddleston
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Wrong Time, Wrong Place by @holdmytesseract​ 
Doctor Stephen Strange
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2319 by @brunchable​ [masterlist linked]
One Fancy Dinner by @maudeeloise​ 
Rapture by @syngrafaes09​​ 
What Doctor Strange Was Actually Doing Before Infinity War by @iamsherlocked1479​​ 
Sherlock Holmes
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Miss You by @sherlocks-blanket​ 
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ghost162 · 2 years
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In a parallel universe :
*Sherlock Holmes and John Watson playing "Who i am"*
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Sherlock : Hmm, am i humain ?
John :...Sometimes.
Sherlock : Not sometimes, yes or no ?
John : Yes, you do.
Sherlock : Yes i know. Am I tall ?
John : Not as much as people think.
Sherlock : Important ?
John : Hmm..*Thinking* Yes.
Sherlock : Handsome ?
John : Hey, it's my turn.
Sherlock : Yes ? or no ?
John : Yes, yes. You are handsome.
Sherlock : But don't forget, the concept of beauty is simp-
John : Yes i know, i know but i think you are handsome.
Sherlock : Am i Gavin Lestrade ?
John : It's Greg. And no. You are really, reallyy far.
||Sherlock : ||
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jomarch-wannabe · 1 year
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Darling (Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader)
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Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) x girlfriend!fem!reader
Synopsis: Sherlock’s way of comforting anxious reader
Warnings: Brief angst (depiction of anxiety), lots of fluff (pet names, cuddling, Sherlock being a teddy bear)
Author’s note: I wrote this fic when I was feeling upset and thought this is how Sherlock would respond. Let me know your thoughts!
P.S Reposting is allowed, just no copying :)
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Sherlock’s hand rested on your lower back, guiding you out of the restaurant as John and Mary stood at the front desk to pay.
The door swung closed behind you as you stepped onto the pavement, heels clicking beneath you.
The night was cool and dark, illuminated by amber taxi lights and the red glow of a nearby stop light.
“John mentioned heading to the pub on 21st,” he started, staring off into the street as he pondered the idea. “Is this something you’re interested in doing?”
“Umm, not really..” you whispered under your breath, chewing your lip as your eyes trailed the scuffed up concrete.
His attention turned to you at the glum tone of your voice. The fallen slump of your shoulders and mindless picking of your fingers indicated to him that something was wrong. Though he still asked, “Is something the matter?”
You released your lip from your teeth, under his gaze, and swallowed thickly before answering, “I’m just, f-feeling anxious.” You admitted with a shaky breath.
His eyes dropped sympathetically as he reached for you, inviting you into his chest with an extended arm. You received the offer and wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him close. His large trench coat wrapped around your exposed limbs, sheltering you from the cool air.
“I don’t want to go,” you breathed against his chest. As you let it out a few silent tears slipped down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of his dress shirt.
His hand rubbed down your back in gentle vertical motions, before pulling back to look at you.
“It’s alright, we don’t have to.” He consoled in a soothing tone, tilting his head down to meet your gaze. “Alright?”
You nodded against your fingers, catching your falling tears.
As you did this the door swung open with a squeak. Your eyes followed Mary and John’s feet as they came into view under his coat.
Sherlock turned his head to face them, holding you with an extended arm. “I’m afraid we will not be making it to the pub tonight.” His voice vibrated against your ear. “Y/n isn’t feeling well.”
“Oh that is a shame,” Mary sighed in sympathy, voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt. “I hope she feels well soon.”
John agreed with a hum before clearing his throat, “We better be off then.” His shoes turned with Mary’s as they walked down the street. “Goodnight.” He called back, as they disappeared into the distance.
Sherlock turned back to you once they were gone. His eyes studied your fluttering eyelids beneath him as he extended a hand out, catching the attention of a taxi driver.
You raised your head as the wheels rolled next to the curb. With the guidance of his arm you started for the yellow car, who’s door was open thanks to Sherlock’s chivalry.
His hand slid off your lower back as you ducked in the vehicle, sliding your bare legs over the leather seat until you reached the window.
He followed behind you, nearly folding in half from his height and shuffled next to you, pulling the door closed.
“221B Baker Street. Please.” He informed the driver who nodded with a polite grin, starting for the destination.
As the buildings rolled by in warped streaks, you scooted towards him, resting your head on his shoulder. A gap in his resting arm gave you an opening to slip your arm through. You wrapped it around his, playing with the tweed of his coat.
His scent was warm, like pipe tobacco and honey, comforting to the pounding heart in your chest. He lifted a hand to rest on yours, thumbing your knuckles softly as he periodically looked down at you.
“We’ll be home soon.” He whispered into your hair, as if he could read your mind.
You nodded against his chest, ruffling the fabric of his shirt.
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You foot tapped beside him in eagerness as he rattled the key into the door, unlocking the latch.
He twisted the brass handle, and pushed the door open, standing out of the way to let you in first.
You smiled flatly as you entered the dimly lit room, squatting down to unlatch the straps of your heels. He followed behind you, sighing contently as he closed the door with a click.
His keys jangled on the nearest table as he sat them down, flicking on the lamp next to it. The light illuminated the brick walls in an amber glow, bringing into view the familiar living space, scattered with annotated papers and open books.
“Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll make us some tea.” He offered with an affectionate tone, and a warm smile.
You stood with bare feet and nodded, getting lost in the reflection of his turquoise irises. After a moment of admiration you shuffled your coat off, which he took from your hands.
He hung it up on the rack behind you as you started for his red arm chair next to the fireplace.
The cushions seemed to swallow you whole as you sank into them with a sigh. Your eyes followed his black frame as he disappeared into the kitchen, concentration evident by the furrow in his brows.
The chair squeaked softly as you repositioned to tuck your knees to your chest, warming your cold skin.
Your eyes blinked slowly as you were able to relax in the comfort of your home, zoning out to the white noise of the clicking stove and pouring water.
“Here you are.” He announced upon entering the room, steadily holding two porcelain cups erupting with steam.
Your eyes lit up as you shifted forward, “Thank you.”
You received the cup from his hands, catching a glimpse of his sapphire blue eyes, and brought it to your chest. The herbal steam floated up to your face, relaxing the tension in your muscles.
You brought the beverage to your lips, taking a generous gulp. Your shoulders dropped as it’s sweetness hit your lips, filling your chest with warmth.
Through your brows you could see he did the same, consuming the drink with an indulgent sip.
“It’s a little quiet don’t you think?” He spoke, into the still air, crossing his leg over the other in a four shape.
Your brows furrowed at the comment as you lowered your glass to your lap.
“I suppose so.” Your eyes shifted as you took notice to the calmness of the room.
He reached his arm over for the end table, sitting the fragile dish down carefully. After uncrossing his leg he stood, striding over to his workspace.
You turned your head back to follow him as you took another sip of tea.
His back muscles shifted as he reached down, unlatching a case in front of him.
The drink slid down your throat after a slow swallow, intrigued by his behavior.
He turned around after obtaining an object, holding his cherry colored violin to his chin, and bow in his right hand.
Your mouth curled into an delighted smile as he walked back towards you, taking his place next to his vacant chair.
He positioned himself to play, raising his arm in a bent position. His eyes met yours momentarily, making your breath stop. With a steady exhale he let his eyes fall shut, as if the sheets were imprinted on his eyelids.
With the simple stroke of his hand the bow slid across the strings of the instrument, producing a deep vibrant sound.
He began to sway slightly as his fingers worked the strings, pressing and lifting in various spaces to his desired rhythm.
Your eyes stayed fixated on him, entranced by his graceful and calculated movements.
As the sweet melody engulfed the air your shoulders dropped, finding yourself more and more relaxed.
With weak hands you lifted your drink to your lips, finishing off the last of the herbal broth and sat it aside the end table.
He continued to play as you rested your head in your hand, slowing your blinking.
The serenade of his music combined with the earthy tea soon coaxed you into a sleepy daze, until your mind was elsewhere.
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The gentle touch of two hands on your shoulders stirred you from your dreams. Your eyes blinked open slowly with a soft groan. As you rubbed them Sherlock came into view. His clothes changed to a black robe and striped blue and white pajama pants.
“You fell asleep darling.” He whispered, smoothing his thumb over your shoulder.
“Hmm..” you moaned in exhaustion, closing your eyes as you head dipped in your hand.
“Can I help you?” He asked softly in a kind tone.
You nodded against your hand with shallow breathing.
With your permission his firm arms scooped under your curled up frame, huffing slightly as he lifted you off the coach.
Your head rolled into his shoulder involuntarily as he carried you to the bedroom, bouncing slightly as his feet pattered against the wooden floor.
The soft covers engulfed your body as he carefully lowered you on the bed. The air was cool, making you squirm slightly as goosebumps raised on your skin.
“Need my pajamas..” you whispered in a barely audible sleepy voice, head lolling to the side in exhaustion.
“I’ll get them darling,” he reassured, sliding the dresser drawers open and retrieving your nightgown.
The warm touch of his fingertips made you sigh as they pulled down the straps of your dress, shuffling down your clothing until you were in your undergarments.
He scooped a hand under your back to lift you up, and pulled the gown over your head, gently adjusting it to fit your body.
In the new position you breathed him in, resting your head on his shoulder. Your closeness made his cheeks flush with happiness.
With the guidance of his hands on your waist you laid back into the covers, nudging your head on the pillow as you got comfortable.
He followed, walking around the other side of the bed to lay next to you. The mattress dipped with his weight as he slid under the covers, pulling them over you both as he sighed heavily.
Your breathing slowed in the comfort of his body, warming your chilled skin.
“Goodnight darling,” he whispered against your hair, placing a kiss on your temple.
You hummed at the feeling, rolling to face him and wrapped an arm around his torso.
“Goodnight..” you whispered back, fingers rising with the pattern of his breathing.
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Read my other Sherlock fic here!
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months
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Sherlock Holmes (BBC) Masterlist
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Mommy… Master List
Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**
One Shots
Let Me Help*
A Three-way Break ~Dom!Sherlock xDom!Irene xSub!Reader*
Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List
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queercowboyinspace · 1 year
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i need to go to my mind palace
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jeandejard3n · 26 days
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youtube
Sherlock Holmes: Study in Red
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ilovegeekyshit · 19 days
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should i watch doctor who?
i love good omens and sherlock homes (bbc) and it seems that both of these fandoms like doctor who but i literally know nothing about it 😭 help?
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(cute david tennat pic to grab your attention)
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My life have been dominated by queer middle aged men
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gilbertamoriarty · 2 years
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TW: suicidal thoughts
Ok but Jim Moriarty (Sherlock BBC) reads Moriarty The Patriot every night and imagines a world where he and Sherlock can be "fRiEnDs" 😢😢😢
I mean, Jim isn't as "good" as Liam and he wants to kill himself/Sherlock, but the idea of a world where he can live with "his best distraction" is like a sweet temptation that keeps him alive a little bit longer.
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bbc stop making the gayest shows ever challenge
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lokidokieokie · 2 years
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Fic Recs
Here lies the fic recs for the week of the 19/09 - 25/09
Key: Smut/Implied Smut = 🔥 
Loki Laufeyson:
Her by @mochie85
Clandestine F*cks by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥
Someone Great by @wheredafandomat 🔥
Sunsetz by @wheredafandomat 🔥
The Proposal by @michelleleewise 🔥
Black Tulips by @ladylovesloki 🔥
Hit me Baby, One more time by @lokisprettygirl 🔥
Stephen Strange:
2319 by @brunchable 
Masterpiece of Desire by @feral-for-strange 🔥
You Belong To Me by @geeky-politics-46 🔥
Sherlock Holmes:
Right Coat, Wrong Detective by @feral-for-strange 
Your Stupid Face by @gaitwae  
Worse Than Nicotine by @feral-for-strange 🔥
Will Ransome:
Blurred Love by @holdmytesseract 🔥
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ghost162 · 1 year
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We all agree that this music is perfect for Sherlock and john ?
It's my first Sherlock edit while a long time so it's a sign of my return! I will try to make more posts but this one was very fun to do! I hope you like it.
He is so cute with his wife <3
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