[ghostbees]

The Three Garridebs

“The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.”

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[daryatbakerst]

happy sherlock holmes day! in celebration, im letting them have a train compartment for themselves

[conis1234]

Stuff I did at school today

Here are the original sketches I did. Idk which is better.

[conis1234]

I don’t remember which story this was but Sherlock and John went off to find arrowheads? Idk I might be making it up but yeah anyways they’re looking on the ground for arrowheads.

He’s pretty good at that

[ghostgirl666artist]

I think he realised something 👀

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom. Mature content.

Stolen Moments

No one knew yet. It was so recent and precious, and they’d decided they wanted to keep it that way a little longer. It was a miracle Mrs Hudson hadn’t sussed it out, or perhaps she wanted them to have this secret for themselves. In Sherlock’s opinion she was far too clever not to have realised what was going on upstairs, and John wouldn’t put it past her to secretly delight in the fact that she had (almost) married ones too now.

Inside of 221B, they didn’t stand a chance. Whenever they were in touching distance of the other, touching happened. 

Outside, in public, well, that was another matter altogether. Particularly at crime scenes. The Yarders were used to Sherlock calling John over to have a look at something – preferably a corpse – and in those circumstances close proximity was necessary. Dark alleys and abandoned warehouses didn’t exactly provide sufficient lighting, allowing them to keep their distance.

The scent of Sherlock sometimes overwhelmed John completely, and all he wanted was to lean his head on the other man’s shoulder and inhale deeply. Maybe place a kiss to his neck or run his fingers through those curls.

Sherlock in turn, became dizzy when John crouched down next to him; his calm presence paired with the intrigue of the grim scene before him, made the great detective want to snog his blogger senseless.

They did nothing of the sort, of course. The Work came first, and they were (mostly) professionals. 

But the thrumming energy between them needed an outlet, so when they walked away from the scene, both searched for an acceptable space behind the lights from the police cars and, more often than not, the emergency lights from the ambulance(s).

“The alcove,” John whispered, reaching for Sherlock’s hand.

“Perfect,” Sherlock praised and hurried after him.

Sherlock hunched down a little, widened his stance to make some sort of barrier between the street and the opening. In the dim light, his dark figure, dressed in his long coat, completely hid the alcove.

John was mindful of wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s waist inside the Belstaff; his bare hands would stand out against the dark fabric. To hide what they were doing, Sherlock needed to rest his arms and gloved hands on the wall, which intensified the experience tenfold. He hated that he couldn’t touch John, but he knew it would be worth the wait.

They kissed frantically for some glorious minutes, but when John spoke, Sherlock had to end the rendezvous.

“God, Sherlock, I can’t wait to have your hands on me. You’re gagging for it aren’t you? I can feel it. It’s so bloody sexy, you’ve no idea.”

It was a herculean effort to part from John’s lips and warmth, but Sherlock thought he would come in his pants if they kept it up much longer. They had run all over London for days, with only a few hours to spare for sleep, and he was harder than he’d been in a long while.

“Home. Now!” he growled.

John’s wicked chuckle did nothing to ease the arousal that was building with alarming speed. Luckily, a taxi approached them seconds later. Sherlock was quite certain he would have a hard time walking properly; his tailored trousers were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Neither of them was sad to see the emergency lights disappear behind them, and John wondered if it might be time to reveal their secret soon, though he found it indecently exciting to rile Sherlock up. Not that he was unaffected himself, but he had the benefit of slightly wider trousers than his vain boyfriend.

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[barachiki]

The Chair

“No, that’s wrong. Obviously wrong.”

He stared at what was distinctly NOT a chair, growing more irritated by the second.

“I solve crimes, dismantle entire networks of deceit!” he muttered, jabbing at the paper.

"I have an international reputation."

He stared at the instruction booklet with its nonsense figures and supposedly easy-to-follow diagrams.

“but this… THIS.”

He sighed, feeling defeated.

"I’m a genius. This should be easier.”

[icantbotherwithusernames]

*in a being late voice" trans day of visibility is still happening in, eh- america!

[icantbotherwithusernames]

#aroace nation

[lobotomy-jpeg]

[ID: Digital illustration of Granada Holmes and Watson sharing a sweet moment. Holmes, wrapped in his favorite shawl, holds Watson by the waist. They're looking into each other's eyes, smiling softly. A faint trail of saliva connects them. Under the image, in cursive, reads: "I've told you before, my dear. I am lost without my Boswell." /end ID]

[starsdonotgetthisluxury]

Sherlock Holmes cares so much and adaptations don't let him and that's such a disservice to his character. He gets crammed into this box of uncaring machine as if there have not been so many stories where his kindness is shown. He sympathizes with victims and does his best to help against abusers even when he cannot do that much. He doesn't tell Lestrade or anyone else about this thief because it was a onetime thing and he would only be making another repeat offender if he were to convict him.

and so many writers look at all of this and want us to believe that he doesn't care about people.

[eneriology]

flower language

[i-am-a-fish]

you're so pretty. like, you're absolutely gorgeous. have you thought about tidying your room slightly to temporarily but significantly increase your quality of life? you are so beautiful

[iroissleepdeprived]

Got so pissed off today I had to draw fem bbc johnlock

[the-prince-of-professors]

John Watson, M.D.

[gayeddies]

Your damsel in distress

[ghostbees]

Very apropos of the fabulous Chairs Against Milverton Day, a cartoon I did last year for The Watsonian!