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"I am here to kidnap you- come get your coat."
"Uh... what? Why?"
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+sherlockholmeslivesagain
"I am here to kidnap you- come get your coat."
"Uh... what? Why?"
+sherlockholmeslivesagain
"Uncle Sherlock? What're you doing here?"
Here are all 29 frames of them on-screen together.
Every frame is perfect.
its a bit sad when we freak out over 29 frames xD
yooo anyone want to do something? :)
//Anyone want to plot a thread with Ollie? You know you want tooooo :P
My character has a high fever and is hallucinating. How does your character calm them down?
//Does anyone want to plot something? :)
"Mycroft secretly love those pants. We do too."
Re-blog and like for more funny Sherlock art!
[Text: Oliver] Just checking in ~MH
{text: Papa} But you've got all your cameras for that. - OLH
[Text: Oliver] Good afternoon son -MH
{text: Papa} Uh, hi? - OLH
{text: Papa} Is something wrong? - OLH
Babysitting || Oliver and Mycroft
Mycroft’s chest tightened, tears stung his eyes, though he wouldn’t let them fall. All his wanted in this world at this moment was to be this young boy’s father, and damnit if he wasn’t going to try his hardest to do so. Mycroft Holmes never gave up. “Thank you, Oliver. That means a lot to me.”
"Well, it's twue and Daddy told me to always tell the twuth." Oliver explained, beaming up at him. He wriggled out of Mycroft's arms, hopping down to the floor and grabbing Mycroft's hand, pulling him along as he toddled towards his bedroom. "Will you color with me? Pwease?"
"Live here? Oliver? What is your last name, you didn’t say…" Enola stated. Why did his name sound familiar? He lived here… In Mycroft’s home. Oh, that Oliver. "Yes, Enola Holmes. Mycroft is my much older brother."
"My last name? Legally, it's Lestrade, but usually Lestrade-Holmes gets written down on everything." Oliver said, shrugging. "He has a sister? Er, sorry, he doesn't talk about anyone from the family other than Uncle Sherlock,"
"Oh yes, sorry." Quickly moves out of his way.
"Hey, aren't you Dimmock's sister? I'm Oliver. We met at the office Christmas party a few weeks ago. Though, I may just be imagining it, because I may or may not have snuck in a few shots of vodka beforehand."
//I'll do replies tomorrow, guys. I promise! Sorry it's been taking me so long.
I'm not a damn baby. -grits teeth- and yes Mycroft is my stupid brother
Aww, you’re adorable. I’m Oliver, his stepson.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!!!
"I take it you didn't know?"
I'm not a damn baby. -grits teeth- and yes Mycroft is my stupid brother
Aww, you’re adorable. I’m Oliver, his stepson.
But Mycroft isn’t engaged, no one like him
Well, apparently my dad does, seeing as they're engaged.
I'm not a damn baby. -grits teeth- and yes Mycroft is my stupid brother
Aww, you’re adorable. I’m Oliver, his stepson.
His _what_?!
His stepson.