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Honey Glazed Lemon Beehive Cake
Pancake Day.
Thinking of a fatlock scenario where pancake day is everyday. ..
Black, two marshmallows, please.
Big Ben.
Squash + Avocado Skin + Pepper + Parsley
Re-visioning BBC Sherlock in foodart.
Happy 90th Birthday to her Majesty the Queen!
And a throwback to last year’s royal guards.
Apple + Avocado + Blackberry
Re-visioning BBC Sherlock in food art.
dont you ever try to pull this shit with me I will stab you
Here’s my Fatlock scenario inspired by this photo:
Established johnlock.
John adores and admires and loves to feed chubby Sherlock. But chubby Sherlock is still the same annoying git who will stick out his hand and demand John fetch his phone even when it is within reach.
Today, Sherlock starts texting John at half eleven.
Craving McDonald’s. SH.
I thought you despised fast food?
Cravings are not logical, John. SH Please. SH
At work. Fridge is fully stocked.
Not what I’m craving. Need McDonald’s. SH
No one needs McD’s. Call for takeout.
Not the same. SH.
I can practically taste it. SH.
? SH
Working.
Sherlock continued to badger by text until 3:30, when John finally caved.
Fine. What do you want from McDonald’s?
You know what I like. Surprise me. SH.
Your damned craving. What do you want?
I want to be surprised. Anything fom McD will be perfect. SH
By now, John is very annoyed, verging on fully pissed off. Fine, he thinks. He loads up on all of Sherlock’s favourites. But just to make a point, he leaves all the good stuff in Mrs Hudson’s flat. He fills a McChicken box with veg and that’s all he takes upstairs to Sherlock.
After one look at the boxed veg, Sherlock looks heartbroken. “What on earth…”
John smirks. “You said anything, so long as it’s from McDonald’s.”
“But… John…” he whines.
John is military stern. “I’m not your errand boy, Sherlock. Do you have any idea how disrupting your texts were to my work today? You are lucky the stuff in that box is eddible.”
Sherlock turns petulant. “I was flirting with you. You usually like that.”
“Flirting, sure. But not 63 texts demanding I leave early to fetch you a snack!”
Sherlock stares for a long moment before sighing in defeat. “Yes. I see our point.”
John raises a questioning eyebrow.
“I’m sorry,” Sherlock mumbles.
John breaks into a grin. “Good! Just a mo’ and I’ll bring up the good stuff.”
Lestrade is such a tease!
Laughing. Chuckling. I can just see this fic. Established Mystrade.
Mycroft has been stressed for months. Over a lifetime combatting stress eating, he's trained himself to proactively diet in response to stress. It's not usually a problem. But it's been a crazy year and Mycroft has lost far too much weight for his lover's tastes.
Lestrade is worried. He has been gentle and understanding, but Mycroft refuses to respond to reason.
Lestrade stops trying to reason, turning instead to his mad baking skills and pure seduction.
Mycroft knows his lover is right, but he's tired and cranky and stubborn. He tries to resist, but, good lord, just look at Greg. Just look at that cake.
"I want cake!"
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“Throughout the decades” (complete)
Sorry for yesterday’s cliffhanger. I hope the series ends less sadly now. It’s somewhat inspired by these photographs.
!! Love!
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I’m just resting my eyes.
Probably the most far-fetched joke I have ever drawn. I don’t even remember who came up with it…