So I saw this image by Sherloeckchen and thought, “How freaking creepy would it be if his face popped up?” You’re welcome.
Don't Dream It, Be It
So Fanime was absolutely bonkers. I’m totally blown away. Thank you to everyone who visited my table; it was especially spectacular meeting so many Sherlock fans and getting a chance to share my weird obsessions. You are all amazing <3
To celebrate the release of Wreck and finally crossing this big deadline that’s been looming over me, I wanna do a short giveaway! I haven’t done this before so please forgive me if I do something super wrong @w@;;
Please read all the details under the cut!
Sherlock Tumblr Porn
“It’s fine Sherlock.”
Sherlock figleafed his crotch, glared at the photographer.
“I’m a touch underdressed.”
John took his husband’s arm, smiling over at old Dr. Benson. He’d always hated Benson.
“You look ravishing my pet.”
Despite Sherlock’s formidable glower the photographer kept snapping photos. Sherlock wondered if he gave off a slightly less intimidating vibe wearing little other than fishnets and heels.
“You could have told me it was formal dress.”
John grinned when Benson, still staring, walked into a drinks cart.
“You hate tuxedos. And I knew you were busy with the club case. This was easier, wasn’t it?”
John scoped out the room. Where was Matthews?
John’s encouragement that he simply come straight from the strip club had, indeed, ensured Sherlock would attend his husband’s ‘little event.’
“You might have mentioned it was your medical school reunion. I’d’ve ‘cleaned up nice,’ as you say.”
Where was she? John would stand here grinning and nodding until he was dead, or until Matthews saw them, whichever came first.
“Since when are you shy, my darling?”
Sherlock shifted on spiny stilettos. At least he was wearing something moderately appropriate.
“I’m not shy John, but the room’s a bit chilly and I’m not showing to advantage.”
Ha! There she was!
John turned to his husband with a mischievous grin. “Well darling, I think I can fix that.”
John whispered sexy things into his husband’s ear awhile, and though the good doctor’s voice remained soft, eventually other things did not.
Minutes later Sherlock stood tall, extended a black-lacquered hand. “Dr. Matthews, my husband’s told me all about you.”
Victoria Matthews had unceremoniously dumped John during their residency, claiming he just hadn’t been her type.
Matthews winched up her jaw, forgot to shake Sherlock’s hand. Well it sure as hell looked like she hadn’t been his type either.
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The amazing LadyGrinningSouls said, “Someone, anyone (Pssst, Atlin) wanna write a short story to caption? Give it an explanation, because I most certainly don’t have one…” Well from where I was standing, it seemed to go something like this.
Bless you. Oh, bless you my dear lady. All the rainbows, all the sparkles, and all the Sherlocks bound up in tight black leather and even THAT still wouldn’t be enough.
(via br0-harry)
JUST PRESS PLAY
I made this for obvious reasons
Mycroft cares about your education guys this is important
Fuckin fan-fucking-tastic.
(via br0-harry)
I don’t know how to explain this. I regret nothing.
Oh god. I snorted.
OH MY GOD
HASHTAG DYING
(via cumberqueen)
After recent events, this seemed an appropriate follow-up to one of my previous gifsets, also included above.
Congratulations, Andrew Scott!
This made me giggle.
AJDHSAJDAJDHAJKDHAKDJADHJA
I have no idea if I should laugh or cry to this gifs.
(via battleangel25)
Changing things up a bit. No, not Sherlock in fine footwear and nothing else. T’is our very own John Hamish Watson!!! WERK!
Challenged by battleangel25 with this photo.
Someone, anyone (Pssst, Atlin) wanna write a short story to caption? Give it an explanation, because I most certainly don’t have one.
Watercolor of Benedict Cumberbatch
Oooh, ohohohohoh heavens. Beautiful subject matter, Megan. And damn … this is a really nice chair!!
Now … to get myself painting again!
For the John to my Sherlock, thank you.
John Watson (and Sherlock Holmes) from Sherlock.
Possibility by Lykke Li.
Edited by Amy Kinley.
(via fyeahsherlockandjohn)
In the air overhead they swarmed and danced: Thousands upon thousands of honey bees, chubby little officiants buzzing their approval, brilliant in bright finery of yellow and black.
…..
Sherlock lowered his arm but not his gaze, pressed a fist against the beautiful ache in his chest. “You did this for me?”
John wiped gently at Sherlock’s warm tears. “You already know I’d die for you…five thousand bees ordered online? Oh honey, that was a piece of cake.”
Ladies and Gents, Fanart inspired by The Fantastic Atlin Merrick as always.
Sherlock and John’s Beeutiful wedding in the finale chapter of Skullduggery.
“Sherlock, it says I’m pregnant.”
Oh fuck I nearly peed myself
Sherlock looks like might have peed himself.
If he hadn’t passed out instead.
“I feel weird,” John says, and puts his fork down and stares. Tikka Masala really is a favorite, but it just tastes so strange all of a sudden.
Sherlock doesn’t even look up. “Define weird. Because if you’re not going to be precise, I can’t help you.”
“Don’t be such a dick. Between the sickness and the lightheadedness yesterday and forgetting everything lately, I’m just feeling really, I don’t know, off.” Oh, his stomach is really not taking this well. John leans back in his chair, wipes a hand across his suddenly sweaty brow. He feels like he’s going to be sick. “You better not have brought home any specimens culturing bacteria, or you’re going to regret it.”
Sherlock stands, peers intently in John’s eyes, rubs a gentle hand across John’s tummy. John flinches; it really is a little tender down there.
“Go lie on the bed, I’ll be right back.” Sherlock ducks out the door and John can hear him clattering down the stairs into the basement through a haze of queasiness. The steps make their way back into the bedroom and Sherlock shoves a box under his nose.
A pregnancy test.
“Oh, don’t be stupid,” John says. “Sticking your dick in my arse won’t get me pregnant. You’ve deleted a lot of things but I highly doubt you’d forget that.”
“You’re the one with the symptoms, John, not me. Look, its expired anyway, it’ll take just a minute, then we can all have a laugh and I’ll put you to bed with a cup of tea. Okay?”
John takes the box gingerly. “You’re serious. You want me to pee on a stick and see if I’m pregnant. That’d be hilarious, considering the complete lack of uterus in this equation.” John stares at Sherlock, but he nods solemnly, completely serious. “For fuck’s sake. Fine. Hope it thrills you. Hope it gives you whatever mad data you need for whatever reason you have a pregnancy test to start with.”
John stalks off toward the bathroom, absolutely certain that he’s shagging a madman. The trip makes him a little dizzy, so he shucks his trousers and drops on the toilet, tears open the wrapper, assembles the stick and stares.
He’s about to take a pregnancy test. Well, not the oddest thing he’s done in Sherlock’s company, but perhaps the most unexpected.
The angle is a bit awkward, trying to pee in the bowl like a kid while he’s sitting, but he manages and caps the end. Sherlock better be satisfied. John looks at his watch, marks 90 seconds, and walks back out into the bedroom, where Sherlock is standing by the window.
“Did you do it?” Sherlock asks, eagerly, a gleam of amusement in his eye.
“Yes, you idiot. Here, it should register just about … oh my god.” John’s world narrows to the tiny blue plus sign that appears in the window. “Sherlock. Sherlock, it says I’m pregnant. Sherlock, you fucking wanker where the hell did you go off—” There’s a sigh and a thud and John looks up only to find Sherlock out cold on the floor.
Bastard, John thinks as he toes at Sherlock’s leg. He better take that case he complained about this morning, because diapers are really expensive.
(via atlinmerrick)
OH MY GOD YOU WIN THE INTERNET
WHAT THE
SHIT LMAO
I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THIS HAPPENINGIT WAS NICE JOHN
(Source: crispyn, via cumberqueen)
Here are a select few photos of Sherlock’s Benedict Cumberbatch and Steven Moffat visiting Marvel Comics HQ in NYC. We chose these as we felt they would be the most “Tumblr-approved” photos in the lot. Want more? Head over to Agent M’s marvel.com blog to see all 31 photos of Benedict Cumberbatch, Steven Moffat & Sue Vertue at Marvel HQ. And a little more info from Agent M:
A few short weeks ago, I had the pleasure of giving a Marvel HQ tour to some of the amazing folks behind the TV show “Sherlock”: star Benedict Cumberbatch and Executive Producers Steven Moffat & Sue Vertue. They were incredibly nice and it was a great visit. Much like when Danny Pudi visited Marvel, Benedict, Steven and Sue found themselves surrounded by fans at Marvel—even signging DVDs for AMAZING SPIDER-MAN writer Dan Slott!
I also enlisted the help of Marvel Comics editors Nick Lowe and Jeanine Schaefer to record an episode of our This Week in Marvel podcast with the “Sherlock” crew. That episode will go live on Tuesday, May 22 and you can download it on Marvel.com, iTunes or Zune.
The “Sherlock” U.S. finale airs Sunday, May 20 at 9 p.m. on Masterpiece on PBS. You can also stream episodes of “Sherlock” for a limited time at pbs.org/sherlock. Check out Masterpiece on Facebook and Twitter (#SherlockPBS), and follow @Steven_Moffat and @SueVertue on Twitter. To find out if Benedict Cumberbatch has an official Twitter account, you’ll have to listen to the podcast when it’s available. :)
OH GOD! It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, perhaps everything I’ve ever needed.
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