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sherlock meme » four OTPs ↳ Mycroft Holmes / Greg Lestrade (²/₄)
Anyone have a good idea for a fic where Mycroft wears this?
So far I have fairy tale Cinderella type makeover OR have to go undercover at a fashion show and Mycroft is the only one around tall enough to be the model.
I said, outside Lichfield Cathedral, to a friend of my youth — long since dead of gas-gangrene (God rest his soul; I grieve still) — 'Why is that cloud so beautiful?' He said: 'Because you have begun to write poetry, John Ronald.' He was wrong. It was because Death was near, and all was intolerably fair, lost ere grasped. That was why I began to write poetry.
The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, No. 43
2010-2019: Sherlock Holmes’ Camera Roll - (2022)
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Sherlock Holmes and John Watson from Sherlock.
Arrival of the Birds by The Cinematic Orchestra.
Edited by Amy Kinley.
If you’ve never seen this vid before, stop what you’re doing right now and watch it. Not only is it brilliantly edited, but she manages to highlight several of the wordless looks between Sherlock and John that even I’d missed in the series.
A beautiful video for a beautiful friendship.
My gomens christmas headcanon is that crowley invented angel tree toppers and got a commendation from hell for making the depiction of angels with a branch up their bum popular. He hides this from aziraphale until he finds out the angel actually adores it. Then he gifts him a handmade aziraphale one
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bless you
You know Aziraphale read this and took the deepest breath
people describing BBC Sherlock like ‘a normal dude meets an extraordinary yet weird person’, meanwhile, John is killing men through windows and screaming in Tesco
Person: Sir I am in desperate need of help do you think you can do something
Sherlock Holmes: Why of course! I’ll gladly figure out any vexing issue! Don’t even bother paying me! The challenge is its own reward!!!!!
Some Asshole: solve this case u piece of shit
Sherlock Holmes: That will be £10000 sorry I don’t make the rules
This is true; Holmes only pulls this when a potential client tries to treat him as “okay so I’m A Real Big Shot and you’re only Hired Help so drop everything for my case”, as in “The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor” when Lord St Simon is snobby about being too high-class for a mere detective to have met before:
“I understand that you have already managed several delicate cases of this sort, sir, though I presume that they were hardly from the same class of society.”
“No, I am descending.”
“I beg pardon.”
“My last client of the sort was a king.”
Or when he considers that a client, even a sincere one, has behaved badly/recklessly, especially to those owed a duty of care, as with the Duke of Holdernesse in “The Adventure of the Priory School”:
My friend rubbed his thin hands together with an appearance of avidity which was a surprise to me, who knew his frugal tastes.
“I fancy that I see your Grace’s cheque-book upon the table,” said he. “I should be glad if you would make me out a cheque for six thousand pounds. It would be as well, perhaps, for you to cross it. The Capital and Counties Bank, Oxford Street branch, are my agents.”
…“This is indeed a most serious matter. Even more culpable in my opinion, your Grace, is your attitude towards your younger son. You leave him in this den for three days.”
“Under solemn promises — ”
“What are promises to such people as these? You have no guarantee that he will not be spirited away again. To humour your guilty elder son you have exposed your innocent younger son to imminent and unnecessary danger. It was a most unjustifiable action.”
…“Thank you,” said he, as he replaced the glass. “It is the second most interesting object that I have seen in the North.”
“And the first?”
Holmes folded up his cheque and placed it carefully in his note-book. “I am a poor man,” said he, as he patted it affectionately and thrust it into the depths of his inner pocket.
Or the millionaire Neil Gibson, in “The Problem of Thor Bridge”:
“Let me say right here, Mr. Holmes,” he began, “that money is nothing to me in this case. You can burn it if it’s any use in lighting you to the truth. This woman is innocent and this woman has to be cleared, and it’s up to you to do it. Name your figure!”
“My professional charges are upon a fixed scale,” said Holmes coldly. “I do not vary them, save when I remit them altogether.”
“Well, if dollars make no difference to you, think of the reputation. If you pull this off every paper in England and America will be booming you. You’ll be the talk of two continents.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gibson, I do not think that I am in need of booming. It may surprise you to know that I prefer to work anonymously, and that it is the problem itself which attracts me. But we are wasting time. Let us get down to the facts.”
…“The whole world has proclaimed that she also is a very beautiful woman. Now, I make no pretence to be more moral than my neighbours, and I will admit to you that I could not live under the same roof with such a woman and in daily contact with her without feeling a passionate regard for her. Do you blame me, Mr. Holmes?”
“I do not blame you for feeling it. I should blame you if you expressed it, since this young lady was in a sense under your protection.”
“Well, maybe so,” said the millionaire, though for a moment the reproof had brought the old angry gleam into his eyes. “I’m not pretending to be any better than I am. I guess all my life I’ve been a man that reached out his hand for what he wanted, and I never wanted anything more than the love and possession of that woman. I told her so.”
“Oh, you did, did you?”
Holmes could look very formidable when he was moved.
“I said to her that if I could marry her I would, but that it was out of my power. I said that money was no object and that all I could do to make her happy and comfortable would be done.”
“Very generous, I am sure,” said Holmes with a sneer.
“See here, Mr. Holmes. I came to you on a question of evidence, not on a question of morals. I’m not asking for your criticism.”
“It is only for the young lady’s sake that I touch your case at all,” said Holmes sternly. “I don’t know that anything she is accused of is really worse than what you have yourself admitted, that you have tried to ruin a defenceless girl who was under your roof. Some of you rich men have to be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences.”
Some of you rich men have to be taught that all the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences
“Eat the rich” - Sherlock Holmes, probably
and another example of a man coming to holmes as a client, but holmes prioritizes the needs of the woman who is involved in the case. he really did learn something important from irene adler norton.
once upon a time I celebrated a holiday called red pants Monday… if anyone has archives of those uncensored johnlock beauties from tumblrs nsfw glory days… pls share.. <33
The Iceman Cometh (a Mystrade ficlet)
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“God,” said Lestrade drowsily. “Who’d’ve thought you were this hot between the sheets?”
“Not you, apparently.”
“Well, I was at least moved to proceed with an investigation.”
“As is only natural.”
“Think maybe I ought to investigate again. You know, review the findings on the case.”
“Mm. Is the Yard always this thorough?”
Lestrade levered himself up on one elbow, silver hair adorably mussed. “We’re New Scotland Yard , squire, not the East Sheepdip Constabulary.”
“Ah. Professional pride. I see. Oh.”
“Never imagined this side of you. Always so buttoned up. Literally, in that Savile Row suit. Always so chill .”
“M-hm. A noted demimondaine once called me the Ice Man.”
“What were you doing with a demimondaine? Anything like this –”
“Fff!”
“Or this?”
“The circumstances were… nothing whatever like this. We were both on an airliner full of corpses at the time.”
“You really know how to set a romantic mood.”
“Also, my brother and his partner were present.”
“Kinky.”
“Gregory, I sense that you are being deliberately obtuse. A carefully laid scheme was involved – ah, that’s – mm. Romance was emphatically not in the cards – at least from my point of view . I cannot speak for my brother’s. Or hers – sss.”
“Ooh, so Doctor Watson should be the jealous one, then?”
“I am sure I have no way of knowing.”
“That’d be a first.”
“ – that tickles –”
“Just counting freckles. Can’t think you ever get any sun down here to bring ’em out.”
“For all you know I am in the habit of holidaying on a nude beach at Tenerife.”
“Got it on the best intelligence you never take holidays. Might have to do something about that.”
“You are getting rather busy –”
“Chilly London autumn. Gotta keep my hands warm – hm, real redhead, too. Picture it, eh? You, me, cottage at the seaside. Sound of the waves for cover, make all the noise you want. Maybe tie you up with that posh silk foulard –”
“Ah – h – h – hhaa.”
“Like that idea? Heard you powerful blokes like to take a break, you know, let someone else be in charge – could spend hours just doin’ this –”
“I do – uh-u-huh – believe you’d – enjoy that –”
“Just think, the British Government in the palm of my hand.”
“That is – utterly beneath you –”
“So are you at the moment – mm, you might even say that I have its ear –”
“Haaaa! You know that gives me gooseflesh –”
“Why d’ye think I do it? Oh, that’s got you right to the edge, Mr. British Government. Brink of an explosive confrontation. Unstable predicament. Calls for the exertion of careful pressure on all the right points – perhaps a probe for inside information – and impeccable timing –”
“Dear God, Gregory!”
“Ah,” sighed Lestrade, with the satisfaction of a man who indeed takes pride in his work. “The Iceman Cometh.”
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This is wonderful! With just the right amount of insinuation and teasing and discovery.
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