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[luciawestwick]

They filmed fake scenes especially for fans.

[softsummergirl]

Part of me wishes this really happened. Could you imagine?!

After Sherlock falls, Jim gains consciousness and pulls the remains of the exploded blood packets from his hair. Picks the gun filled with blunts, and takes the back staircase down to the fire exit in the far corner of the building where Mycroft is waiting. He asks Is it done? and Jim just nods, and as they walk out of the main archway they silently shake hands and walk out of each other’s lives for good.

Sherlock Holmes is no more.

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

I mean, except that if you pull a blank in your mouth it will still blow your head off. There's no bullet, but you've just put a gunpowder explosion in your face. I'm so sorry I really enjoyed reading it I'm just a pedant. It's chronic. 

[fuma121]

Didn’t think there was enough Mycroft love out there, king of the face palm, the eye roll and the exasperated sigh. Sometimes having Sherlock as a brother must be such a chore…..

[ridleydaisy]

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

God knows where she is.

[liquid-insanity-blog]

I tried on a dress today

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

It looks nice on you.

[winterfrosted]

I’m not lonely

[mydearchevy]

[wandarer]

Take a deep breath

This is a colab work with lovely Lenap! http://lenap.deviantart.com/ my sketch - her coloring mostly. we used this work in Fandome Battle. dom!Gregory Lestrade / Mycroft Holmes

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

I'll be in my bunk.

[chrrycola]

[littlemisshamish]

comic #130: tmi

[gaytectivesinactive-deactivated]

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

"...saying that you're Zaphod Beeblebrox but they're not to tell anyone else"

[shakespeare-sucks-deactivated20]

[crapsahoy-blog]

Love me a bit of embarrassed Mystrade.

[enigmaticpenguinofdeath]

Part two of two (part one)

[enigmaticpenguinofdeath]

Part one of two (part two)

[bidisasterhawkeye]

This right here is why Sherlock the series is different from other “tortured hero” works, particularly American ones (looking at you, Elementary and House, though I did love a good chunk of the latter’s run). Sherlock is not going to be “fixed.” The show doesn’t believe Sherlock needs to be fixed. 

Does he need to be more aware of others’ feelings? Sure. 

Does he need loved ones in his life to care about, and to care about him? Yes. 

Does he need to show appreciation to said loved ones? Absolutely. 

But he does he need to change who he is? No.

Other characters think he’s weird, and the show says, “Yeah, he is. And?” 

No one, not even his best friend, knows his sexual orientation. The show says, “So what?”

He’s a virgin. The show says, “He doesn’t want to have sex. Who cares?”

The whole point of this scene between Sherlock and Mycroft is that being different isn’t bad, but isolating yourself is. Both Sherlock and Mycroft are strange ducks, but whereas Mycroft is lonely because he wants to put himself above it all, Sherlock is not. Sherlock realizes that being lonely doesn’t make you special, the beauty of life is in finding those people who will love and appreciate you as that strange duck you are. Sherlock is needling Mycroft in this scene because he wants that for his brother. 

"He’s different - so what. Why would he mind. Why would anyone mind?"

[earlgreytea68]

Guys. So much of my love Mycroft in this episode. So. Much. About. Mycroft. I. Loved. It. 

[bashynx-deactivated20141128]

I so wasn’t expecting this

[becks28nz]

The Holmes Boys Play Operation.

[enigmaticpenguinofdeath]

[notenoughmycroft-blog]

Catholic Confessions

Stranger: Well, I'm not exactly planning on setting foot in church any time soon, so I guess it's fine. Go on. G

You: How would you feel about me being your priest, and using confessional as a time to absolve your sins through sexual acts and a good caning? MH

Stranger: I won't lie - I was not expecting that. Where's this come from? G

You: I used to think about it when I was forced to sit through church services as a boy. Now seemed as good a time as any. MH

Stranger: Christ. Well, I'm not doing anything else tonight. G

You: Perfect. Your only responsibilities is to say "Forgive me father, for I have sinned." It'll be the first thing you say, and it'll flow smoothly from there. MH

You: When do you get off work today? I know, but I'm asking as a pleasantry. MH

Stranger: Six. Where? G

You: The townhouse. I'll send the car. MH

Stranger: Good. Good, I'll see you then. G

You: Mycroft's eyelids momentarily twitched as tyre crunched over gravel outside. He rose slowly, took a deep, composing breath, and opened the door. "The safeword is Augustus, and you can slow this down whenever you want. Come in, my child." He smiled knowingly at Greg.

Stranger: Greg's brain was screaming. He'd been unable to sit still the whole afternoon, and had been on the point of disappearing into the bathroom and pulling himself off in an effort to clear his head. Mycroft just /knew/ - knew the tiny, terrifying things that would set Greg off and as he smiled benevolently down at him from the front door, Greg felt a shiver run through his body. Slipping into the hallway, he took a deep breath and tried to clear his dry throat. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

You: Mycroft's smile flickered with something very wry and wicked. "Come this way." He lead Greg to the study, and gestured at one of the two armchairs that had been placed close to one another. He sat in the adjacent chair, smoothing the wool of trousers slightly with his palms. He could feel Greg's eyes fixed on his every move. He looked up, and relaxed into his chair at the sight of Greg's face, torn with anticipation. "How long has it been since your last confessional, Gregory?"

Stranger: Sitting down a little stiffly, Greg tried to clear his throat again. "Ah." Mycroft's tone was cool and condescending - /he sounds just like a fucking priest/ - and it threw him off. Of course - it was meant to. Was he supposed to answer truthfully? His hand went to the back of his neck. "Ah, a long time. Father. Nearly twenty years."

You: Hearing Greg call him 'Father' had sent such a jolt down him he ran the risk of breaking character already. Mycroft's eyebrows raised in quiet judgement. "Twenty years. Well, you're here now..." No smiles this time. "May God the Father of all mercies help you make a good Confession." He leant forward slightly. "Now, my child. Is there anything you would like to confess? No matter how small, we can all ask for forgiveness from the Lord for impure thoughts... Or deeds."

Stranger: There were nothing but impure thoughts running through his mind right now, thanks to this priest. Gritting his teeth a little, Greg held Mycroft's unwavering gaze and opening his mouth to speak. "I think sometimes, Father, that I lose my self control. That I feel the need - the need to touch myself because I can't stop thinking about a certain person." He felt his face flush, but he didn't look away. "A certain man, Father."

You: Mycroft was sure not to break the piercing eye contact. "You feel the need to touch yourself?" His eyebrows raised, "Bad enough in itself, but over impure thoughts about a /man/? This is very concerning indeed, my child. You are undoubtably aware that the Bible expressly forbids this kind of perverted lust." The tension was palpable. Mycroft's heart, even through two layers of tailoring, felt almost audible to him. His voice lowered to barely more than a low whisper, though as measured as ever. Without breaking eyecontact, unbearable eye contact, he rested his hand lightly on Greg's knee. "Pray, what exactly is it that you think of doing to this man?"

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