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I see a lot of people on tumblr arguing about top!lock or bottom!lock.
Me personally, Iām a fan of both.
But I think we can all agree on one pointā¦ā¦ā¦.
If theyād actually used the pilot episode they would be having so much sex right now no one would care.
[BARRY WHITE PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE]
p.s. check bonfires for hedgehogsā¦ (x)
you can always have tea
a while ago, back in february when my sadness and anger about s4 was much more intense than nowadays, I remembered that some of you had gotten their hopes up about di hopkins. because ayyy a new female character! with twenty seconds of screen time, never to be seen again. so i thought fuck this, fuck the misinterpretation of molly on the show, and i wrote this. itās a fix-it ficlet.
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Molly has never done this before. Or not in a long time, at least. She remembers asking Sherlock out for coffee in the morgue once, still biting her tongue at the humiliating memory. Girls like her never learn, do they? Her mum always used to tell her that. She never learns, itās always her, and if no one has tried to marry her off up to this point then she has clearly done something wrong. Not dressed the right way, not worn the right lipstick or maybe itās just the fact that she is working around a bunch of dead people for a living. And she enjoys it! Thoroughly loves her work. Which is why she has always loved helping Sherlock when he needed access, when he needed advice. (Which is rare, but she used to dream of it more than once.)
It took her a while, a long while, to realise that they are friends. To be fair, it took Sherlock just as long, and he is the genius of the two of them. But they are and technically have been for a while, friends, in a sense that they help each other out, that they connect over the work which they both love, and that they forgive each other. Molly forgave him for having been cruel and manipulative towards her for years. Sherlock forgave her for having limited herself to her own hopes and expectations so much that she couldnāt see who he really was, that she blamed him for not being who he has never promised he would be. Once she could see that, she could move on. And now her mother still complains and Sherlock still looks sad when he thinks John canāt see him.
This is the main reason why she doesnāt do this anymore. The fear of being wrong, of having misleading expectations, of embarrassing herself. She doesnāt even know the officer that well. But it wouldnāt be weird to call someone from the police here, would it? They are working in the same field, after all, so there should be no worries about the āweirding another person out with corpsesā issue that she has had to face on previous dates.
Steps are heard from the hallway and Mollyās heartbeat adjusts to their pattern. Her fingers play with the buttons on her coat in a nervous search for distraction from the part of her mind that is telling her to stop, to boycott this mad idea, but itās too late for that.
Seconds later, DI Hopkins is standing in the doorframe.
āHey, I came as soon as possible. What happened?ā
Molly likes how her eyes are always a little bit brighter, a little more hazelnut than mahogany when she is excited.
Greg introduced them. Sheās just moved to London, but she has always loved it, is what she, Hopkins (Stella), has told her during their first conversation. Her voice is so calming to listen to. Molly has never felt this way about a voice before, not even about Sherlockās. But this isnāt even comparable, they are as different as day and night. While Sherlock used to be the night to her, dark and mysterious with danger never far, Stella, with her open smiles and easy laughs and humour, makes her day. After Sherlock, for a brief while she wondered about Greg Lestrade. They know each other for a long time now. He is the easy choice, isnāt he? The candidate her mum would love her to get married off to. But, to be quite fair and honest to herself, she is tired of attaching her feelings and her own self-worth to a man.
āMolly?ā Stella asks, softly bringing her back to reality with her lovely, lovely voice.
Molly smiles. āI was wondering if you would like to have coffee?ā
Stella blinks for a long moment. Her long lashes brush against her cheek and Molly already feels lighter. There is no more tremble in her voice, no more clumsiness and fumbling and desire to sink into a bottomless pit if she said no. Instead, she feels something unfortunately new to her. Self-worth. Confidence.
Only when Stella keeps opening her mouth without words coming out of it, she bites her lipstick-less bottom lip.
āOh,ā Stella whispers then, and slowly her bright-eyed smile returns. āIf coffee means what I think it meansā¦ then yes. I would love to.ā
Molly blushes. Well, that was easy. They look at each other, both a little surprised, biting their inner cheeks.
āSo, uhm,ā Molly offers. āSee you at six?ā
āBit late for coffee, isnāt it?ā Stella winks.
āI know a place. They also have tea.ā You can always have tea.
āWell, hope they got beer, too,ā
Molly bites her lip harder. So this is how flirting works. Turns out sheās done it all wrong for decades now.
āIāll pick you up, alright?ā
āShouldnāt I give you my-ā
But Stella Hopkins is already leaving the morgue. Over her shoulder, she says, āIām a DI. I think I can figure out an address or two. See you at six, Ms Hooper.ā
And somehow Molly doesnāt find that weird at all. Oh God. Sheās going on a date! She highfives the corpse sheās just inspected and doesnāt get the foolish grin off her face for a long, long time. And a long, long time of foolish is yet to come. hey trash crew i muss u lot sorry i know i forgot some @twocandles @justāelope @inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockequalslove @iamjohnlocked4life @simpleanddestructivechemistry @cupidford @handbasketofdreams @dmellieon @artfulkindoforder @enjoytheelephant @eiswolfzero
As I am an artist and you are I think an art curator (do I have that correct?) can you describe Ben in art historical terms for me? <3
what a fantastic question but sorry for the delay in replyingā¦ ok well in summary, and obv in my view, itās almost as if BC is the culmination of 2000 years of western art :-)
his body shape particularly reminds me of the mid-Classical (600 - 480 BC) kouros sculptures with their perfectly triangular torso; yet his body to me also has the slightly disproportionate features of MichelangeloāsDavid. That iconic sculpture has exaggerated hands and face in order to look inproportion when viewed from below. Weirdly BC has almost the same disproportionā¦ (this image isnāt mine btw)
His attenuated hands remind me also of Bronzino; attenuated,almost mannerist. As if they are an artistās whimsy rather than merely biological.
And his ever-changing face at times seems ethereal and otherworldly;as if he combines the High Renaissance style of Tosini and Botticelli but alsowith the really modern, quite provocative joli-laidangles of Egon Schiele and Modigliani.
sorry this is hurriedly written and not thought out in a very elegant way butā¦. thatās my view :-) Ā
[oh and yes i am an art curator by training, currently a museum director x]
rip to all the post s3 ideas that you didnāt finish and wonāt make sense after tomorrowĀ
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Explicit femlock domestic arguing porn.
Words: 8311
Summary:
Sherlock put something in the shampoo, it dyed Johnās hair red and sheās pissed.
Somehow that leads to hot sex in the sitting room chairs. With a plot and everything.
This fic started as dialogue exercise at last summerās āFic Writersā Retreatā. The prompt was submitted by @johnlockequalslove : āArguing over domestic thingsā.
My initial response was, and I quote from the original word document (absence of ponctuation and all): āShit that is way to vague for meā
We had twenty minutes to write, armed with the guidelines we had discussed during the panel, and I was hosting it, so uh, added pressure, then everyone read what they had written to the group. It was a great experience that I cannot wait to try again next year, because itās awesome to instantly hear 8 different takes on the same prompt. What I wasnāt expecting and made the experience even more interesting was to hear the other writerās ideas on where the individual stories could go from what we each had.
I am pleased to present finished prompt after 6 months of work, the notes I got from the group, a gender change (for reasons) and a proper research on madder.
Itās porn, the result is porn.
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I've been on an extended Tumblr hiatus, but this reminded me why I chose this fandom in the first place. The characterization is clever and the porn is incredibly hot. Thank you, @shamelessmash, for bringing this prompt to sexy life! ššš
Day 1: Shopping
This is my November attempt at @atlinmerrickās 30-day September Sherlock writing challenge.
Greg Lestrade never knew how to shop for a man like Mycroft Holmes. With their anniversary just around the corner, he knew that the true test was fast approaching. As he stepped into Harrods, he was instantly aware of every tear in his coat and every scuff in his shoes. The place reeked of superiority with gorgeous displays of things he could never afford around every corner. Reminding himself of the task at hand, Greg swiftly made his way to the menās jewelry counter to inspect their pocket watch selection. The assistant, a young man, smiled and asked if he would like to take a closer look. Lestrade explained his mission and described what he wanted, consulting his notebook to make sure he got it right. A week later, the look of delight on Mycroftās face when he unwrapped the watch was priceless. On the back, in swirling script, was the engraving. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.Ā
(The quote is from Niccolo Machiavelliās The Prince, and is my favorite Mystrade quote so far.)
30 Day Challenge: Sherlock
So @unremarkableawakening set a 30 day challenge over in the Star Wars fandom and Iām taking partātwice. Iāll be doing the following days for both Sherlock and Star Wars, starting 1 September. Wheeee! (P.S. Send me sassy-cool images to go with any of these please!)
Day 1: Shopping Day 2: Gardening Day 3: Gifts Day 4: Kisses Day 5: Work Day 6: Hair Day 7: Love Day 8: Cuddles Day 9: Flower Crowns Day 10: Balloons Day 11: Cooking Day 12: AU Day 13: Animals Day 14: Comfort Day 15: Fall Day 16: Hidden Talent Day 17: Makeup Day 18: Holding Hands Day 19: Date Night Day 20: Pining Day 21: Birdwatching Day 22: Rainy Days Day 23: Stargazing Day 24: Sickness Day 25: Missing Home Day 26: Before They Met Day 27: Siblings/ Family Gathering Day 28: Wedding Day 29: Glasses Day 30: Eyes
Iāll be starting this a couple days behind, but I really want to jumpstart my creative writing again. Anyone else is welcome to join me!
I didn't do anything with this in September, but this is the last 30-day month before the new season airs (ah!). To make things a bit easier for me, I'll only be doing headcanons for these, but the main goal is getting my creativity flowing. Feel free to use any of these for longer writing projects, just tag me!
āBrother mine.ā
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Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Howard Holmes, Sherlock Holmes (1954 TV series), Sheldon Reynolds Holmes Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Additional Tags: Howard Holmes series, Sherlock Holmes (1954 TV series), Sheldon Reynolds Holmes, Domesticity, Domestic Fluff, Pipes, Rods, Guns, blatant subtext of all kinds, as befits this show Summary: During our weekly watchalongs, @lovetheinsane expressed a desire for fic from the 1954 āHoward Holmesā TV series. After scouring the internet, I found that indeed, there was none. This is an attempt to remedy that dreadful state of affairs.
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This is a true treasure! Thank you so much for writing it! ššš
Comfort
this is for @johnlockequalslove who requested a fluffy mystrade comfort fic!
Greg Lestrade shut the door to his boyfriendās flat with a bang. He felt like shit. Today had been awful; first heād come in to his boss on the rampage over his teamās lack of progress on their latest murder case. Then, said murderer had kidnapped another woman over lunch. Theyād caught the mad man earlier tonight, but it had been too late for the victim.
Her name had been Linda Davis, sheād had two small children and a husband, who by all accounts was a lovely man. Greg scrubbed a hand over his face as he remembered the look of horror on the husbandās face when Greg had told him his wife was dead.
Sighing, he loosened his tie on the way up the stairs. Although they had caught the man, he still felt like shit. It didnāt help that certain members of the team had dropped snide comments about Greg being useless without Sherlock. While Greg knew Sherlock was a big help and a God send on tough cases, he still thought he was good cop, with or without the consultantās help. Tonight, he saw things differently. Tonight, he had realized just how much of a washed up old copper he really was.
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Oh my goodness!!! This is beyond perfect! And the ending was brilliant. Thank you so much! š
The hell with my insecurity. Iām gonna start showing you guys these oldies of mine. Let me know if you like āem! ;)
Hello everyone!
Iām getting closer to my new follower goal and Iāve been so busy with work that Iām starting to miss writing fictionā¦ So Iāve decided to start this giveaway now, and by the time the deadline will be reached, I will have the time to write again!
For this giveaway, I will chose 10 winners and each will win a 2 000 words or so fiction.
The rules are simple:
you must be following me
you have to reblog that post (you can reblog several times) to enter
be ready to give me a prompt if you win
This giveaway will end on October 14th.
Good luck everyone!
Favorite Jolto first kiss headcanon?
i have so many but my fave is actually a little nsfw so i will try to describe it in the most sfw way possible for the kids
so in the army, it was fairly common for the soldiers to relieve their pressures whatever way they could. there was no judgment and no one talked about it because it didnāt mean anything. no one who wasnāt in the war would understand, anyway.
one night, john and james are helping each other out in the usual way, and right in the middle of it, john kisses james. and thatās when they both realize that this is NOT just a moment of relief to be swept under the rug. thatās when they realize that theyāre screwed.
At first John thought Sherlock would love bizarre food combinations. Heād like to mix tastes and textures, creating weird concoctions that might just work (but probably not really).
Turns out Sherlockās a man of simpler tastes. He doesnāt like turkey but chicken is fine. He abhors kale in anything (āit tastes like grass John! Yes, of course I know what grass tastes like! Iāve written a blog post on the subject, actuallyā¦ā). Heās surprisingly accepting of apple with peanut butter as a snack and will absently dip slices into the jar while typing if John sets both near his hand. His favourite pizza is plain olā margarita.
And he loves honey. In any form. Any type. Eaten off of anything.
But mainly John. He adores licking honey off of John (and despite Johnās laughter and protests about the bedsheets, John lets him pour soft, smooth honey on parts of his anatomy so Sherlock can slowly, lovingly lick him head to toe).
Originally posted by dfilms
Question: Does Sherlock (privately, as in never aloud) call John his Pooh Bear?
