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Sherlock found the local forensic department insufferable, so he sent Molly the autopsy report to have her professional opinion. But between Sherlock wearing glasses (which Molly finds particularly sexy), Toby meowing from the next room and her usual technical problems, Molly was not being able to concentrate.

Neither was Sherlock. ;)

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Here is my alternate ending to Series 4. Hope you lovelies like it! 😘❤️

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Mood.

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Omg they’re so stinkin cute 😍

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WANT!

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the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.

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Benedict on set today! Credit (x)

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And I’m dead. 🥰🥰🥰

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Without

In the Granada Holmes episode ‘The Devil’s Foot’ Holmes decides to go without drugs. He pours out his morphine vial and buries his syringe on the beach.

I wanted to do this scene with modern Sherlock and here it is. Watercolor, Color Pencil, 17x24cm, 2,5 hours

For this month’s @sherlockchallenge Prompt September 2019: Without

Do not use my art/photos without my written permission. This also means, do not upload/post any of my works to other sites/social media.

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Sherlock Holmes- Rolling eyes

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Sherlock Rewatch

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FAV

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Rupert very kindly shared some holiday snaps from Iceland on his twitter last night, including the above gem with its subsequent conversation 😂 [x]

notagarroter

WHERE are the fics in which John has to explain to Sherlock that he wanted to bang his sister because I swear he would have had to have told him before Sherrinford lol

“So the woman I met as Faith—you’re saying that was my long lostsister?”

“That’s what she said, yes.”

“And she was pretending to be your therapist, as well? Fascinating.”

“Yeah. Plus she wasalso…” John trailed off.

“What?”

“Do you want some tea? Icould murder a cuppa right now.”

Sherlock frowned. "You weregoing to say something. Something aboutthis person… Eurus. She was also… what?“

“Nothing. It’snothing. In fact, I’ve forgotten.”

“Or should I say ‘whom’? Did she have yet another disguise?”

John shook his head. “Couldn’t have. Impersonating three separate people, just to get close to us? That’d just be silly.” John rocked back and forth on his heels, hishands shoved innocently into his pockets. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

“You’re hiding something. Why?”

“Just forget it.”

“Who else could Eurus possibly have disguised herself as? Neither of us associate with many people, andthe ones we do, we’ve known for a long time. She can’t have been impersonating Molly or Mary or Mrs Hudson.”

“No, certainly not.”

“And we don’t know any other women.”

“Nope.”

Sherlock stared long and hard at John, clearly deducing every singlethread, button, or smudge on his body. John squirmed.

Suddenly Sherlock let out a gasp.

“Oh, here it is,” said John, covering his face with one hand.

“The woman on the bus! Youraffair.” Sherlock stared into thedistance, the full horror of the situation seeming to dawn on him bydegrees. "John. You cheated on Mary… with my sister.“

John sighed and sank into his chair. "It was only texting! Iswear.”

Sherlock slumped into his own chair, looking dazed.

“My sister.” Hequirked an eyebrow at John. “So… ”

“Yes?”

“Is she a lot like me? Inany specific ways?”

“Oh, Christ. No one’s evergoing to believe I’m not in love with you, are they?”