sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

ivyblossom:

First, one of the most observant men in the world thought John was flirting with him. Now, the most observant woman in the world thinks John is in love with Sherlock, just like she is, in defiance of sexual orientation. Look at us both. Neither of us are interested in men, yet we both want this one.

The evidence is stacking up against you, John.

I like to think of this moment as a turning point, because he doesn’t deny it again after this. I mean, they’re still not a couple the way people think they are. But they might as well be, at this point. They’re a couple for all intents and purposes. No one means more to John than Sherlock does. They share a flat, they sometimes share a room, they’re joined at the hip, and John loves Sherlock. And Sherlock loves John.

Irene is the one who must be jealous. John is the one Sherlock’s chosen. John is the one Sherlock talks to, even if he isn’t there. Sherlock always gets the last word, John says; their conversation never ends, but Irene can’t get one started. Sherlock sends John texts beckoning him, sends him texts when he goes for a walk on the moor, follows him wherever he goes. Irene’s texts go unanswered. John’s the one Sherlock has dinner with, in the end, even when he’s not hungry.

Irene turns out to be far more morally ambiguous than Sherlock is, heavily leaning toward the evil side even as she isn’t strictly evil herself. She’s willing to play with Moriarty if it serves her interests, in spite of the fact that he’s vicious and doesn’t care who will get hurt along the way. Innocent victims are his bread and butter. Irene doesn’t seem to mind that. Sherlock doesn’t mind either, per se, but he strives to prevent innocent victimhood all the same, not to participate in it. Irene chooses to participate in chaos while Sherlock always chooses to turn chaos back into order. Devil on the side of the angels? Perhaps. Irene is most definitely not on the side of the angels.

Knowing that Sherlock loves John, and that John loves Sherlock, she makes an extremely agressive play for Sherlock anyway. She knows what she’s disrupting. She knows she’s making john jealous and uncomfortable. She takes what she wants, that one. Or she tries to. She’s not even shy about it, not in the least.

Man, I love Irene.

Look at us both. Yes, indeed. She’s right: it’s a useful comparison. Sherlock isn’t interested in getting into bed with moral ambiguity, literally or figuratively. He’s got John, his north star of moral principle. Irene kisses Sherlock on the same spot John punches him: both of those actions are performed with love. And Sherlock, being Sherlock, chooses the straightforward punch over the complicated kiss.

I love this so much. 

(Source: katelestrange)

redfrypan:

Enough Reichenbach feelings for me. I need something comforting. Something before this…emotional rollercoaster.

This has started as a practice, now it’s fanart. 
My very first ,by the way. 

reapersun:

oops valentines day was yesterday how the shit did that happen

fandombeatslife:

sherlockspeare:

ktbakerstreet:

tangofox:

valeria2067:

ununpentium:

I can almost hear him shouting “Sherlock!” in the last gif…

Three years of thinking Sherlock was dead.

This is breaking my heart.

Gross sobbing

WHAT EVEN IS THIS

SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING

STOP

NO

Someone write me a fic! ;o;

It’s a glimpse, nothing more. A flash of dark hair and high cheekbones and pale eyes. And John knows it’s insane, knows it’s impossible, but it looked exactly like him.

Their eyes meet for a second, and the pair on the other side of the tinted taxi window show no signs of recognition. But not for a moment does John let himself believe it could be anyone else. He simple didn’t see him in the crowd, or did not have time to react between recognising him and the car drifting smoothly around the corner.

He must believe these things, because he must believe in who it was in that cab.

There was no-one else like him. No-one else it could have been.

It was Sherlock.

It is all John can do not to drop his bags as he races around the corner, breathing that name repeatedly under his breath.  For the first time since Switzerland, he runs with no limp, he runs like he only ever did with Sherlock.

But even free from psychosomatic pain, he is not as fast as a car. He knows he will never catch it. “Sherlock… Sherlock…” he pants, even as he grinds to a halt in the middle of the road. He feels the name bubbling up inside him, becoming a shout as the car disappears.

“SHERLOCK!”

For several seconds, John just stands there, watching the point where the taxi disappeared. He is aware of people around looking at him, a car slowly pulling towards him, expecting him to move. He doesn’t care. It has just hit him, really, truly, that Sherlock Holmes is dead. He will never ride a London cab again, never look over the city with those cool, colourless eyes. No matter how hard John wishes, he will never come back.

The car behind him beeps its horn, and John limps away.

~

Sherlock turns and watches the figure, once he is sure it can no longer see his face. It runs after him, mouth forming his name over and over. As he watches, a burning desire grows, and he wants nothing more than to stop the taxi, jump out and gather the man in his arms. He never meant to hurt anyone. He never meant for this.

“You know that guy?” the cabbie asks, noticing what Sherlock is staring at. “You want me to stop for him?”

Sherlock turns around, catching the driver’s eye in the mirror. “No, it’s fine. Keep driving.”

Crying over here. 

(Source: katsurakotaro)

reapersun:

i forget if anyone asked for noir sherlock but here is some fucking illegible noir sherlock

Perfection

geothebio:

Anon requested Sherlock and John celebrating Valentine’s Day, but I deleted your question before I could screengrab it. So here you go.

Aww poor jawn

sachetcomic:

o hai jim

Creeping

(Source: lascocks)

reapersun:

fluff? or porn? OR BOTH

reapersun:

~fluffluffluff~

reapersun:

“i said ONLY the deerstalker jawn”

reapersun:

this was gonna be a platonic anniversary pic but as i sketched it they kept getting closer and closer together and then they were holding hands and then the text emerged and idgaf MARRIED

HAPPY FIRST MEETING ANNIVERSARY BABIES

sdkay:

enjoy!)

paperlings:

au: john meets sherlock at a fancy christmas party.

I might do a first meetings series if it hasn’t been done yet.

Aww man that 2nd gif =(

c0nsulting-detective:

nobodyfuckswithmrshudson:

absinthfairy:

oh stab me with a corkscrew why don’t you

(Source: bartonesque)

sherlockscoat:

now KISS YOU TWO

(Source: morethnus)