OH MY DEAR, WATSON @johnlockconundrum - Tumblr Blog

“You didn’t have to knock Sebastian off his broom.”

“Yeah, well, the next time Wilkes hits you I’ll throw him in the Forbidden Forest.”

Babies. Babies from different Houses dating. Babies snogging in the Room of Requirement. Babies looking for secret passages and hugging and kissing and being happy together ajfhfbdjs

I drew one potterlock and now I can’t stop help.

johnlockconundrum

I AM HYPERVENTILATING

#oh my good god

3intheam

#merrily merrily merrily merrily i am johnlock trash

theburialofstrawberries

the plane landing on the tarmac is honestly the beginning of john and sherlock never having to go a single day of their lives without each other ever again

b-bro-deactivated20200502

reading this is fuck’t up

futchcassidy

remember when they were like “oh yeah the stag night is just them being silly most of it is ad libbed lol” like OKAY STEVIE TOMPS… I KNOW YA GAME

jon-lox

john: [runs a hand through his new hair]

sherlock: [trips on a rock]

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sherlock: [bleeding from a head-wound, nearly passed out] that looks. [clears throat] that is. ehm. this is. i mean. fine. you look fine

jon-lox

<b>sherlock internally:</b> FINE AS HELL

johnlocklives

daveynellist-deactivated2016080

john: *burps* sherlock: what is this magnificent creature, I’ve never been so in awe with something, all my life ive been searching for him, my knight in shining armour, my love,

b-bro-deactivated20200502

reading this is fuck’t up

futchcassidy

remember when they were like “oh yeah the stag night is just them being silly most of it is ad libbed lol” like OKAY STEVIE TOMPS… I KNOW YA GAME

thealogie

unbidden, the memory of how hurt and genuinely sad john was that sherlock had been back on drugs and hadn’t called him for help came to me and I’m just sitting here wanting the abyss to stop staring back

twhiddlestom

first and last lines of sherlock holmes (insp.)

(john version)

neetols

When you have to share a chair with your friend and you’re too busy trying not to make things more awkward to notice that there’s actually another chair near you

john: are you single?

sherlock: i'm "married" to my work, but-

john: Y I K E S okay i can take a hint

sherlock: wait though-

john: why don't I have multiple unhappy relationships with women who can't compete with you-

sherlock: john, no, hang on-

john: and maybe even express my unreasonable jealousy every time it seems you're making the remotest human contact with someone who isn't me-

sherlock: JOHN, listen-

john: or rush into marriage with a psychopath because, you know, it's not like I ever had a chance with you

sherlock:

sherlock: jeeeesus fucking christ

My forehead rested against his, and a dark curl fell onto my eyebrow. We sat on the couch, knees touching. I lifted my hand to his head to brush it away, running my fingers through his hair. "John?" "Yes, love?" I smiled, whispering. Sherlock laughed, pulling away. I looked into his bright blue eyes and pulled him back in. My lips met his softly, lingering. I felt the corners of his mouth fall into a frown. I pulled away and inquired, "Sherlock?" "Why is our ship name Johnlock? Why not Shohn?" His brow furrowed. I laughed at his confusion.