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Chalk drawings, with a tribute to the red pants. :-) View high resolution

Chalk drawings, with a tribute to the red pants. :-)

Steven Moffat’s message to Whovians on Tumblr | x

(Source: martinfreems)

(Reblogged from consulting-doctor-watson)

So… havin a really hard time with the Sherlock Fandom crisis…

I wasn’t affected directly, like many Johnlock fanartists, but watching the video, even I panicked.

And then the rest of the fandom is… well bashing on us. I don’t mean for anyone to start a fight. Trust me, I just want Fandom hapiness. But, it’d be nice to see some support from other ships. (Blanket generalization. Some people are great. But looking on some other fanart blogs I love, and seeing people get bashed kinda sucks.)

GN basically made fun of the fans the worst way he could… they should at least do something to apologize.

Yes, we should have been more consious of the fourth wall, but, hey, we didn’t choose for this to happen.

And for the ranty part: besides, it’s not like other ships don’t have things they would rather the actors not see. (Irene/ANYONE. So much… bondage..) So why should Johnlock take the piss, (other than they’re the main characters) when there’s other stuff just as bad out there?

Honestly. I just wish the fandom could live in harmony sometimes. Yes! We ship different things. No, we may not all like it. YES. THAT’S FREAKIN OKAY. If they’re a good artist, or writer, let them be a good artist.

Gah.

madwomanlexie: Finished version. Not bad. Got lazy (oh what a surprise!) and decided against a background.  Why yes, John IS wearing Sherlock’s PJs. John groaned as Sherlock attempted to help him up the stairs. The stairwell was narrow and, honestly, Sherlock wasn’t really helping. Besides, it wasn’t Sherlock’s fault he’d decided to start the bar fight to distract the suspect (whom they caught by the way.) And it wasn’t Sherlock’s fault John had decided to start it with the burliest man in the pub, who happened to be wearing the biggest rings John had ever seen. No, John thought as he collapsed into his chair, his jumper covered in blood, only partially his own; and beer, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own. He voiced this to Sherlock, leaning back as much as he could to watch the other man move about the kitchen. When Sherlock didn’t answer John furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Sherlock?” Again, Sherlock didn’t reply, and John made to move from his chair. Suddenly Sherlock appeared beside him, holding a cup of tea and an old pair of pajamas. “Don’t.” He demanded quietly. John stared up at him. “Here. I’d change out of that jumper if I were you.” “Those are your pajamas.” “Yes. I.. I want you to be comfortable.” John stared at him for a moment before taking them and moving slowly towards the bathroom. He looked a lot worse than he felt, he realized, as he dabbed at his wounds with anaseptic. He sighed, realizing that he couldn’t bandage the cuts on his side by himself, and pulled on Sherlock’s blue dressing gown to go ask for help. Sherlock was silent as he placed the bandage, and even once he’d finished, his hands didn’t move from their soft hold on John’s hips as he sat on the edge of the counter. John watched as Sherlock’s eyes traveled along the cuts and now forming bruises along his chest, and slowly up to his face. “John.. I.. I do, apoologize. I never meant for you..” Sherlock swore softly to himself, looking back down. John smiled softly at him. “Sherlock, I did it because I wanted to help. It was the only way to confuse Selden enough to get the jump on him.” Sherlock waved him off slightly, “Yes, but that could have been accomplished without you needing bandages.” John’s eyes widened, when he realized that Sherlock was concerned about him. Thoughts he’d attempted to push back resurfaced, rambling on through his brain. ‘You’re in love with Sherlock Holmes.’ “Sherlock I-“ Sherlock looked back to him. “Yes?” John gaped momentarily, before grabbing the front of that bloody purple shirt and dragging Sherlock’s lips to meet his. Sherlock’s hands moved around his back, and he stepped towards John. When they separaed, both breathing heavily, Sherlock grinned. “I hope you enjoy the dressing gown.” View high resolution

madwomanlexie:

Finished version. Not bad. Got lazy (oh what a surprise!) and decided against a background. 

Why yes, John IS wearing Sherlock’s PJs.

John groaned as Sherlock attempted to help him up the stairs. The stairwell was narrow and, honestly, Sherlock wasn’t really helping.

Besides, it wasn’t Sherlock’s fault he’d decided to start the bar fight to distract the suspect (whom they caught by the way.) And it wasn’t Sherlock’s fault John had decided to start it with the burliest man in the pub, who happened to be wearing the biggest rings John had ever seen.

No, John thought as he collapsed into his chair, his jumper covered in blood, only partially his own; and beer, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own. He voiced this to Sherlock, leaning back as much as he could to watch the other man move about the kitchen.

When Sherlock didn’t answer John furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Sherlock?”

Again, Sherlock didn’t reply, and John made to move from his chair. Suddenly Sherlock appeared beside him, holding a cup of tea and an old pair of pajamas. “Don’t.” He demanded quietly.

John stared up at him.

“Here. I’d change out of that jumper if I were you.”

“Those are your pajamas.”

“Yes. I.. I want you to be comfortable.”

John stared at him for a moment before taking them and moving slowly towards the bathroom.

He looked a lot worse than he felt, he realized, as he dabbed at his wounds with anaseptic. He sighed, realizing that he couldn’t bandage the cuts on his side by himself, and pulled on Sherlock’s blue dressing gown to go ask for help.

Sherlock was silent as he placed the bandage, and even once he’d finished, his hands didn’t move from their soft hold on John’s hips as he sat on the edge of the counter.

John watched as Sherlock’s eyes traveled along the cuts and now forming bruises along his chest, and slowly up to his face.

“John.. I.. I do, apoologize. I never meant for you..” Sherlock swore softly to himself, looking back down.

John smiled softly at him. “Sherlock, I did it because I wanted to help. It was the only way to confuse Selden enough to get the jump on him.”

Sherlock waved him off slightly, “Yes, but that could have been accomplished without you needing bandages.”

John’s eyes widened, when he realized that Sherlock was concerned about him. Thoughts he’d attempted to push back resurfaced, rambling on through his brain.

‘You’re in love with Sherlock Holmes.’

“Sherlock I-“

Sherlock looked back to him. “Yes?”

John gaped momentarily, before grabbing the front of that bloody purple shirt and dragging Sherlock’s lips to meet his.

Sherlock’s hands moved around his back, and he stepped towards John.

When they separaed, both breathing heavily, Sherlock grinned.

“I hope you enjoy the dressing gown.”

(Source: madwomanlexie)

(Reblogged from chubcroft)
consulting-cookie-monster: dr-watsons-dick: n-savier: #eyefuck #married Martin’s eyes though.

consulting-cookie-monster:

dr-watsons-dick:

n-savier:

#eyefuck

#married


Martin’s eyes though.

(Reblogged from thebritishteapot)

IF YOU’RE THE PERSON ON OMEGLE I JUST LOST THAT WAS FANTASTIC COME FIND ME.

The omegle under the cut, BUT IT’S SO GOOD READ IT NOW.

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sdkay: Only one kiss!oh.. Fine, John, but only because you’re drunk. View high resolution

sdkay:

Only one kiss!
oh.. Fine, John, but only because you’re drunk.

(Reblogged from crazycassidyd)

chamctc:

mazarin221b:

the-final-horcrux:

actinoutloud:

Sherlock is all: Shhh Irene, John hasn’t come to terms with it yet

John’s face.

John’s everything.

I WILL GO GOWN WITH THIS SHIP I SWEAR TO GOD

(Reblogged from accio-season-3)

heythatsmytoast:

I bet this is what it looks like when they’re at a store buying new curtains for the flat and John wants blue but then Sherlock goes on about how the fabric and the color won’t provide the optimal amount of sunlight and wind to enter the room and how this will affect his little experiments because he’ll have to adjust them to the new room temperature and John’s just like, “Right. They’re just curtains, Sherlock.” and Sherlock’s like, “They’re never just curtains, John! Can’t you understand?”

And in the end, Sherlock huffs out of the store with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat and John follows with a pack of blue curtains under his arm.

(Reblogged from hikoristickz-deactivated2013061)
cumberbitchsandwich: ishipjohnlock247: chrismelonibenedictlover: lindadama: posting the black and white version because I like it better and also WOW Y’ALL REALLY SEEM TO LIKE THE ORIGINAL I am so flattered ahhhh ;v; stop it youuuu love it love it love it!!! so beautiful!! I will not only go down with this ship, I’ll tie myself to the wheel. View high resolution

cumberbitchsandwich:

ishipjohnlock247:

chrismelonibenedictlover:

lindadama:

posting the black and white version because I like it better and also WOW Y’ALL REALLY SEEM TO LIKE THE ORIGINAL I am so flattered ahhhh ;v;

stop it youuuu

love it love it love it!!!

so beautiful!!


I will not only go down with this ship, I’ll tie myself to the wheel.

(Reblogged from tardis-youre-drunk)
lascocks: Commission for Lunymouse! Sorry this took forever D: GAYING IT UP IN AN ALLEY View high resolution

lascocks:

Commission for Lunymouse!

Sorry this took forever D:

GAYING IT UP IN AN ALLEY

(Reblogged from drsherlockanglophile)
reichenfeels: doctorjohnlock: moriartyyy: treesong: areyoutryingtodeduceme: dear-lady-disdain: refyrolak: Johnlock’s lovechild. So hard. OHMYGOD. HE IS USING A JUMPER AS A SCARF. HE IS TALL AND LANKY AND BLOND. HE IS THEIR CHILD. THIS HEAD CANON HAS NOW BEEN DEEMED ACCEPTABLE IN EVERY WAY. ALSO HE COMPOSES MUSIC BUT THEN ALSO TRIES TO TRACK DOWN PUPPIES (right? Am I remembering right? It’s been years, but THIS IS WHAT I BELIEVE) OH LORD o h yM GOD HE HAS SHERLOCK’S FACIAL STRUCTURE BUT JOHN’S NOSE PRECIOUS BB HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.

reichenfeels:

doctorjohnlock:

moriartyyy:

treesong:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

dear-lady-disdain:

refyrolak:

Johnlock’s lovechild. So hard.

OHMYGOD. HE IS USING A JUMPER AS A SCARF. HE IS TALL AND LANKY AND BLOND. HE IS THEIR CHILD. THIS HEAD CANON HAS NOW BEEN DEEMED ACCEPTABLE IN EVERY WAY.

ALSO HE COMPOSES MUSIC

BUT THEN ALSO TRIES TO TRACK DOWN PUPPIES (right? Am I remembering right? It’s been years, but THIS IS WHAT I BELIEVE)

OH LORD

o h yM GOD

HE HAS SHERLOCK’S FACIAL STRUCTURE BUT JOHN’S NOSE

PRECIOUS BB

HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.

(Reblogged from artemismoon12)
penns-woods: dinosaurtea: Star gazers. Johns teaching Sherlock a little about the constellations. This is too adorable for words. What a perfect story in pictures. View high resolution

penns-woods:

dinosaurtea:

Star gazers.

Johns teaching Sherlock a little about the constellations.

This is too adorable for words. What a perfect story in pictures.

(Reblogged from drsherlockanglophile)
danflan: cumberbang: I wish I were sorry for photoshopping wedding rings onto their fingers but I’m not. OH GOD. SO PERFECT. View high resolution

danflan:

cumberbang:

I wish I were sorry for photoshopping wedding rings onto their fingers but I’m not.

OH GOD. SO PERFECT.

(Source: wincasters)

(Reblogged from madsmikelssen)
doublenegativemeansyes: a case has just been solved. Sherlock sat down at the cafe with John, not bothering to take off his coat, or even his scarf. “Do you want anything Sherlock?” John asked looking over the menu. “Just Tea thanks.” He replied running a hand over his face, bits and pieces of the just finished case still running through his mind. He doesn’t notice John order. He places his forehead down on the table, trying to clear it of the, now, useless facts from the case.. _________ John looks over, and reaches up to rest his chin on his hand, as he watches the Detective fall asleep at the table. He doesn’t know if he expects it, after nearly a week of not sleeping, or he thought he’d at least make it through dinner. He reaches out to toy with a stray curl as Sherlock’s head turns to one side, and the waiter appears with his meal and the tea. John thanks him, and smiles slightly at his friend, shaking his head, and turns to quickly eat his meal. __________ Sherlock didn’t remember falling asleep. The next thing he knew John was shaking his shoulder lightly, telling him “Sherlock. Wake up, we better get back to the flat.” Sleepily and focusing on John to lead him in the right direction, he finally realized exactly how tired he was.. A short walk to the flat, and Sherlock collapses on his bed as soon as he can. He doesn’t change, he doesn’t even take off his shoes, but simply passes out from pure exhaustion.  When he wakes up, there’s a cup of tea on the table next to his bed… View high resolution

doublenegativemeansyes:

a case has just been solved.

Sherlock sat down at the cafe with John, not bothering to take off his coat, or even his scarf.

“Do you want anything Sherlock?” John asked looking over the menu.

“Just Tea thanks.” He replied running a hand over his face, bits and pieces of the just finished case still running through his mind. He doesn’t notice John order. He places his forehead down on the table, trying to clear it of the, now, useless facts from the case..

_________

John looks over, and reaches up to rest his chin on his hand, as he watches the Detective fall asleep at the table. He doesn’t know if he expects it, after nearly a week of not sleeping, or he thought he’d at least make it through dinner. He reaches out to toy with a stray curl as Sherlock’s head turns to one side, and the waiter appears with his meal and the tea. John thanks him, and smiles slightly at his friend, shaking his head, and turns to quickly eat his meal.

__________

Sherlock didn’t remember falling asleep. The next thing he knew John was shaking his shoulder lightly, telling him “Sherlock. Wake up, we better get back to the flat.” Sleepily and focusing on John to lead him in the right direction, he finally realized exactly how tired he was.. A short walk to the flat, and Sherlock collapses on his bed as soon as he can. He doesn’t change, he doesn’t even take off his shoes, but simply passes out from pure exhaustion. 

When he wakes up, there’s a cup of tea on the table next to his bed…

(Reblogged from ilovemyjawn)