all the lovely bits and pieces...

She/her, 35. Follow me @siempreselamat if you'd like to see my travel photos. :) It used to be my main blog, but fandoms have fully taken over. I like a little bit of many things ('bits and pieces'), but Sherlock is my current fixation! AO3 (BBC Sherlock/Harry Potter): Username LoloLolly

[lololollywrites]

My Sherlock Fics (AO3):

Current Count: 9 Stories (1 series [3 works], 6 standalones); 168,513+ words)

Profile: Lololly

(I also have some Harry Potter fics if you're interested, despite my vehement hatred for JK Rowling. They were originally written or started in 2012, so I hope that explains that.)

Fic Series: Earthly Pomp (Is But a Dream)

Please check all story tags on A03 prior to reading. No major archive warnings apply for the first two fics in the series; none are E-rated. The series is canon-compliant post S4 - it's my attempt to make things right in my own mind. John and Sherlock come back together, talk things out, confess their love, and then... run into some difficulties of the Serbian variety in the third fic. That's where the warnings will come in. This has been so fun to write so far!

Link to entire series on AO3

Part 1: Step. Jump. Leap. Step. Ficlet. John comes home. (775 words)

Part 2: Of Sweat, Sociopathy, Scars, and Secrets. Oneshot. John approaches Sherlock with a theory. Much more is revealed than he anticipated. And Sherlock, well... he had been waiting for this. Inevitable. (Here's the Johnlock, ya'll. 8,206 words)

Part 3: Winter’s Storm Sherlock had buried the past. Shut Serbia away in the attic of his mind palace. Muddy footprints at a heinous crime scene, however, have led him right back to old enemies. And right back to captivity. For God’s sake, Mycroft. (Check the warnings on this one - Sherlock gets tortured, but it's not super-explicit. BAMF!John. 11 Chapters; 51,816 words)

Standalone Fics (list below to be continuously updated)

The Waning of Withdrawal Sherlock holds a weeping John in his arms and… does something that will forever change things between them. For better or worse. He fears the latter. (This one is rated E for a brief smut scene; as always, heed the tags). (8,249 words)

Never Been Better John gets married. Sherlock leaves the wedding reception early, but he’s fine. Fine. The seven percent solution? It helps him think. If only Baker Street didn’t seem so empty. But he’s perfectly okay. Never been better, in fact. Never been better.  **Update: Chapter 3 has now been added - NOW COMPLETE Canon breaks during Chapter 2! Chapters 3/3 (16,107 words)

Pressure Points The bonfire doesn't happen during The Empty Hearse. Instead, both John and Sherlock are placed into a life-or-death situation. One that may prove too much for a still-wounded Sherlock. **NOW COMPLETE: FTH 2023, for @discordantwords. Chapters 4/4 (19,892 words) 

Cold Inside Sherlock has just shot Magnussen, and John feels adrift. Everything is wrong. He's fairly certain he hates his wife, too. The regrets are too numerous for him to count. Sherlock is in prison, his ultimate fate unknown and the isolation slowly (or, rather, worryingly quickly) whittling away at his sanity. Mycroft is equally untethered, scrambling for options. Perhaps John can help. And perhaps, just perhaps, they can manage to save Sherlock and rid themselves of Mary in one fell swoop. (HLV fix-it; rated E for smut in Chapter 4)

NOW COMPLETE. FTH 2023 for @shakespearelovedladymacbeth.

Chapters 5/5 (26,841 words)

Breathe Sherlock's death is announced a bit... prematurely. Things spiral from there. --- “Sit, Dr. Watson. I beg of you. I’ll get you some water and then I’d be happy to take you to him so you can say goodbye.” “Ah. Mm. No. No. It’s not possible, all right? It’s Sherlock. Sherlock. I already… I already…" I already suffered this once. This time, it’ll kill me. “Is there anyone we can call for–” But John was no longer listening. He was walking. Fast; in strides as long as his legs could manage. Away from Dr. Fredericks. Far from the A&E waiting area. Toward the grand glass entryway. Shouts followed him as he went – requests for him to come back, to sit down, to listen. They faded in volume the farther John’s feet carried him and dissipated entirely as soon as the automatic doors slid shut. Chapters 1/1 (8,517 words)

Wasteland, Baby Things hadn’t felt right in 221B since John and Rosie moved back in. Everything was off. Wrong. If only Sherlock knew it was about to get even worse. But, for vegetation to return to a barren wasteland, rain from thunderstorms is necessary. A brushfire, even, to burn away the old and provide nourishment for the new… and to expose a truth that’s been present all along. ___ He stumbled as he was yanked backwards by the chain of the handcuffs, Mr. Morrison’s cruel hand having snaked under his Belstaff to assert his control. John met his eye. He nodded once, almost harshly, in the regimented yet reassuring manner of a soldier. Sherlock knew he was painfully squeezing his hands together behind his back as if to punish himself; lips bitten red and a tightly clenched jaw also betrayed the worry behind his steely façade. “I’ll kill him,” John said, terrifyingly calm. “I’ll kill him and bring you home. I will.” Chapters 5/5, (23,115 words)

[calaisreno]

Imperfect: Pain, Truth, Love

Prompt: Truth

“How’s your pain level?” John asks. 

“Tolerable,” he says, as close to the truth as he can manage. It fucking hurts, he wants to say. 

“Liar. If you’re in pain, I can give you something.”

Give me time travel, he thinks. Send me back to 2010, let me figure out how we won’t end up here.

“No, it’s not so bad.” He considers. “You should go home, check on Mary.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Well, she’s pregnant.”

“Yeah. She’s also a nurse, and knows how to use a phone.”

“But you—“

“Don’t say you chose her. I didn’t. And I don’t. The woman I chose, the one I married, wasn’t an assassin. I don’t know who she is.”

He reconsiders. “She could have killed me if that’s what she intended.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” John glares at him. “That was a kill shot. And if it wasn’t, it’s given her what she wanted. That’s what she thinks, anyway. I’m not letting her divide us.” He gives a short, brutal laugh. “And her shooting you was acceptable? Is that what you think?”

“She was cornered. It wasn’t her plan.”

John rolls his eyes, gives a deep sigh. “I know you’re the amazing Sherlock Holmes, who can identify a software designer by his tie and – what was it? – a retired plumber by his left hand.” He looks away, stubbornly shaking his head. “I’ve lived with her for months. Maybe I was oblivious for most of that time, but that bullet—“ he points at Sherlock’s chest— “has given me remarkable clarity.”

“John—“

“No, Sherlock. She’s lied to me from the day we met. Everything about her is a lie. Maybe if she’d just lied about one thing— but I can see it all now. Even here, in this room, while the paramedics were taking you away, she pretended concern, but she never ever apologised to me for—“ Tears course down his face. “She knew what it did to me when you died— she saw how I grieved— and she tried to take you from me again—“

“Come here,” he says. “John, please.”

“Not if you’re going to tell me how she saved your life!”

“All right. Just— come here.”

John kneels beside his chair, leans his head on Sherlock’s thigh. Sherlock puts his hand on John’s head, feels him let go. 

“I want you to be happy,” he says. “Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been looking for someone. When I saw you with Mary, I thought you’d found her.”

A deep sigh. “So did I. But that was only because I’d lost you. Who was the last woman I dated, Sherlock? Do you remember?”

“The boring teacher.”

“Her name was Jeanette. We broke up after the Christmas party, the first year I lived here. Do you know why I stopped dating?”

“I assumed it was because I kept scaring off all your potential girlfriends.”

“It was because of what Irene said. I know you heard it. You were there.”

“You told her you’re not gay.”

“She said we were a couple. She was right about that, and I was just too stupid to see it then. But after— after you fell, after you died—“ His face contorts with sorrow. “It was too late, but I saw it. I was in love with you.”

“But you met Mary. You married her. You’re not gay.”

“Look, just assume I’m an idiot, Sherlock. I was angry with you. I’d realised that I was in love with you, settled for a woman who I thought could make me happy, or at least less unhappy, and then you came back. But you don’t do feelings. You don’t do romance or— love. Me loving you—“ he makes a choked sound, half laugh, half sob. “You were never going to love me back, so I stayed with her. And now— I’m not going to make that mistake again. Maybe it is too late. Maybe you’re married to your work, don’t have friends, avoid sentiment because it wreaks havoc on your rational brain. I don’t care. I choose you. I love you. I need you.”

“John—“

“Fine— sentiment is on the losing side. You can’t reciprocate. I know, I know. I won’t leave you again. Not voluntarily. You’ll have to change the locks if you want to get rid of me. Or maybe have Mycroft vanish me, send me to some remote part of Canada. He’s threatened before—“

“What?”

“Just say it, Sherlock. If you want me go, I’ll go— anywhere but back to her. I wish—“

“John, stop.”

John sighs, looks up at him. “All right, I’ll go. But not until you’re off pain meds. When you’re well, I’ll leave. I’m not sorry I told you how I feel, Sherlock, but I don’t want you to think that you owe me something you can’t give.”

“John, please. No more.” He closes his eyes, breaths deeply. “Let’s assume I’m an idiot, too. I told you I was married to my work, and I believed it. But I was wrong. By the time I realised, you were dating women. I would never make you happy, I thought, but apparently I couldn’t stand seeing someone else make you happy. But when I came back and saw what I’d done to you, how unhappy you’d been after I left—“

“After you died.”

“— I was willing to put your happiness before my own selfish desires. That’s why I told you to go back to her. I wanted you to be happy.“

“Are you even listening? It isn’t about being happy, Sherlock! I don’t know why you think—“

“That’s what I thought, past tense. As I say, I was an idiot. This is imperfect— you and I. It’s something I didn’t realise, and when I finally realised, it was something I didn’t want to feel.”

Unexpectedly, John laughs. “You’re saying that even though we’re a mess, even though you don’t want it—“

“I love you too, John.”

“Do you mean—”

“Yes. In every way. Always.”

1000 words / Flash Fiction

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[kinklock]

remember when they had Sherlock stand next to a sign that said ‘anus arse’

[kinklock]

[welcometothehole]

this trend of shitting on peer-reviewed academic studies in favor of tweeting “we already knew this was happening” is so soul-crushing. not to be an elitist cunt, but we have got to open the schools again. people genuinely seem to have forgotten that their personal lived experience isn’t indicative of the larger population, AND IF IT IS…… then you need researchers to support these assertions from a relevant data pool instead of a blog post from 2013 💀

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

"Believe women and the marginalized" does not replace the value of empirical data.

[lasrina]

Remember kids, for every "everybody knows this" topic that you think some researcher is wasting time and money on, there are fifty right-wing think tanks willing to manipulate a "study" into saying the opposite, and a thousand YouTubers who'll accept it because there's no study that says differently, now, is there?

[pseudophan]

best bros

[hickeywiththegoodhair]

“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now

[common--loon]

(removes the heating pad from my lower back) also baby this is my house???

[starlight-shadowbanned]

how old are you

under 30

30+

Voting ended onMay 12

[thisfeebleheart]

smiling and kissing

[barbie-verse]

heated rivalry - twitter edition (1/?)

bonus:

[raki-fallfallingfallenfall-2]

“Those things are telling everything.”

“What those?”

“Their faces, their closeness, vibes, and their shirts.”

“Their shirts.”

🌈A Happy Pride Month for everyone🌈

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[thebluebox-thedoctor-andme]

[that-precocious-patricia]

My wolves live in harmony. I watch yaoi while knitting.

[the-guilty-monographer]

Sherlock Holmes is such a fascinating hyperfixation to have because he’s literally everywhere. Every time I get invested in a new media I start a little mental “Time until Sherlock Holmes referenced” counter and it very rarely gets very far at all. Goes for real life too. He’s so ubiquitous, and so well loved, that he’s entirely inescapable, and I love that fact almost as much as I love him.

truly The Character of all time

[apolladay]

How old were you when you got your first SMART phone? (Cell phone with a touch screen and apps that can go online)

10 or younger

11-14

15-18

19-24

25-30

30s

40s

50s or older

I've never had a smart phone

Voting ended onApr 26

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ilya checking in with shane

[pansyfemme]

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

[hrgifs]

SHANE & ILYA Heated Rivalry ✕ The Cottage

[sinmonger]

Heated Rivalry + Reductress/The Onion headlines (part 2)

[ilya-rozanova]

Hudson Williams talking about Shane’s sexual experience prior to Ilya

[twiddlingthumbs]

Shane didn't even really enjoy sex with other men in the book.