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From the BAFTAs Staged-like skit with David and Michael :D <3 (here)
He could have gone to an internationally known whovian catch phrase like allons-y, but instead he used Neil's "wait and see" that is only really known online and anyone casually watching Good Omens wouldn't really pick up on it. I hope Neil is proud
Unbelievably proud.
Dating Lestrade Would Involve
A/N: Did you miss me ;)? This is a quick reappearance from me because they’re super cute & easy to write. Anyway, my last post like this was super popular and so I thought I would write another (and who doesn’t love Lestrade)???
Requests are open!!
Baking cookies together every weekend and getting flour everywhere.
Lestrade being incredibly protective of you (especially when you try to join Sherlock on cases).
Holding hands everywhere you go.
Dancing in the streets no matter the weather.
Pumpkin carving competitions every Halloween.
Soft kisses to see who can surprise the other the most.
Lazy days where you refuse to get out of bed.
Ending long days with your favourite shows together on the sofa and a huge tub of ice cream.
Being the only one that can calm him down after a stressful day at work (after which he always says he’s the luckiest man in the world and kisses your forehead).
Constant giggling.
Winking at each other from across the room.
Making fun of him whenever he eats donuts or drinks coffee.
Whenever there’s a moment of silence Lestrade wiggling his eyebrows to make you laugh.
Him buying you a different bunch of flowers every week (he tells you he is yet to find some as beautiful as you).
Stroking every dog you pass.
Long walks where you make up stories about the different people you see.
Feeding the pigeons.
Him beaming at you whenever you catch his eye.
Suddenly being tackled by him.
Hugs from behind.
Lestrade trying to cook you romantic dinners (that don’t always work).
Coming home and putting cold hands on the other’s face.
Smiling and rolling over in the mornings because neither of you can believe how lucky you are.
AUSTRALIA IS BURNING
The disastrous wildfires taking place in Australia are not getting enough attention. People, animals & parts of Australia are dying, and there isn’t a sign that it is going to stop soon. These wildfires are 4 times worse than the amazon fires, and yet are receiving SO much less attention.
The facts:
There are currently 200 wildfires across Australia (expected to drastically increase).
So far, almost half a MILLION animals have been killed (including a third of its koala bears).
Over 20 people have lost their lives, with dozens more missing.
5 million hectares have been burned (the Amazon was 900,000).
Australian Priminister Scott Morrison refuses to accept that this is as a result of a climate crisis.
The wildfires have reached (and started to melt) glaciers in distant New Zealand.
Thousands of homes have been burned to the ground, resulting in evacuations.
The amount of Australia burnt is equivalent to the entire country of Belgium.
How you can help:
Reblog this! Help this post reach a wider audience which will show more people what they can do to help.
Organisations that you can support (instagrams linked):
Wildlife rescue
Vic fire service
NSW fire service
Red Cross
Celeste Barber has also brilliantly set up a fundraiser in order to support the firefighters, and has amazingly raised $18.8 MILLION Australian dollars so far (this is rapidly increasing). You can support by donating anything you can to HERE
If you can’t donate, please show your support by reblogging this & raising as much awareness as you can. This is a devastating situation which needs as much attention as it can. Thank you!
Here’s the new trailer from the BBC for The War of the Worlds!
No new Rupert shots apart from the same shot we had before (plus a long shot of them running on the beach) but it looks fantastic!
Now we just need a date!!
“I reserve the right to hunt down and dismember anyone who decides to write a gay fanfic around this. Same goes for fan art. @_RupertGraves https://t.co/8KuL3jWQlv”
Y’know when you say “that child will be the death of me…”
Rupert very kindly shared some holiday snaps from Iceland on his twitter last night, including the above gem with its subsequent conversation 😂 [x]
More Rotten Romans behind the scenes...
Sebastian Croft just shared two lovely little video stories on his Instagram (sound recommended!)
1) Him surprising Rupert oustide his trailer first thing in the morning (warning for language - because Rupert! Also warning for filthy laugh - because Rupert…)
2) His and Rupert’s “secret handshake” - while in full costume
They clearly got on really well together!
All the different critters that use this log bridge.
Do you see what I see?
Day 10 - Do you see what I see?
Greg strolled through a park. He wanted to walk a bit after he met with Mycroft for lunch. It was a quiet week thus far at work, it seemed the criminals felt a bit of a festive season too and took off a few days. He went with Mycroft to the Battersea Dogs & Cats Home to meet Caspar, the Afghan Greyhound, but unfortunately he wasn’t the one either. He was playful and funny but didn’t like Mycroft’s umbrella and already have a family interested in him. They decided to continue searching online but not visit any more shelters this year. Mycroft arranged with the shelters that they would call him if they got a rescue dog they would be interested in. As Greg walked next to a pond and watched the ducks something caught his attention on the other side of the pond. He looked closely and saw a familiar tall dark haired man stalk toward a smaller one with two cups in hand. As Sherlock neared his flatmate, John held up one cup for him and smiled. Sherlock leaned in and kissed him, Greg already had his phone in hand and dialled Mycroft.
“Do you see what I see?”
“I’m in my office, Gregory. I presume you are still in the park and I’m at the moment reading a report about a political situation in Turks and Caicos, I can’t claim I see what you see.”
“Than switch on your monitor and have a look.”
“How do you…?”
“Of course, you have me on your CCTV Mycroft, I know you. Now have a look.” Greg said with a smirk on his face
“Alright, my dear.” Mycroft put aside the report and turned on his screen and immediately “I see you Gregory. Where is your scarf? You have it around your neck when we left the café.”
“I have it in my pocket. Don’t worry.” He petted his pocket “Now look at the other side of the pond.”
“Why?” asked Mycroft but already doing what Greg told him
“Do you see what I see?”
“That’s… Finally.” He signed as he switched the footage back to Gregory. He didn’t need to watch Doctor Watson examined his brother tonsils.
“Yep, it took them 3 bloody years…”
Christmas shopping
Day 9 - Gift
Greg and Mycroft met on their lunch breaks since they began to date eight years ago. They started it to make sure they would spend time together even when one of them have to work hard and they wouldn’t have had time otherwise to meet. The last few years they made their Christmas gift shopping in their shared lunch breaks.
Greg and Mycroft done their shopping this year already, but they want to adopt a dog. They discussed it over and over again at a few nights and they think the children are ready. They went for nine shelters in the last few weeks when they had time in their lunch breaks and searched online but they didn’t find the one dog they wanted as a family dog.
“The white one with black markings was really cute but not what we are looking for.” Said Mycroft as they left a shelter again
“I know. I just hope we will find one before Christmas.”
“They have their presents in my office Greg. We will have a family dog when the right one will be find. It will happen and we will just simply know when we met him or her.”
“I know but I really hoped we have one for Christmas.”
“We have an appointment in Battersea again tomorrow they have a new Afghan greyhound we can see if he is the one.”
“I love greyhounds.” Answered Greg with a small smile on his face
“I know. We still have to buy Brayden a helmet for his new bicycle.”
“I saw one with constellations on it we should check out. It’s in a little bike shop I love, they have all kind of unique equipment.”
“I trust your judgment on this, my dear. If you can buy it in the afternoon we can have a more leisurely lunch then more day. What do you think?”
“I think you have the most amazing ideas, love.”
“Lunch is it. I had a time this morning to order a wooden pan collection for her kitchen. So we really need a helmet for Brayden and we finished our Christmas shopping this year.”
“We are awesome.”
“We are indeed, my dear.”
C'mon and let is show
Day 8 - Music
Mycroft finished the bedtime story and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of chamomile tea. He slowed down as he got neared to the kitchen as he heard what he thought is a Christmas song. He stood in the doorway and watched as his darling husband danced to the music while washed the dishes. Greg suddenly grabbed a wooden spoon and started to play on it as a guitar. He turned around and noticed Mycroft but instead of stopping he lifted his guitar as a microphone and started to sing along the music.
“If you really love me c’mon and let it show” he swayed toward Mycroft still holding up the wooden spoon and stole a kiss from Mycroft and danced around him and the kitchen until he ended up in front of the sink again just as the new song began.
“Come on Myc, show me. Dance with me.” Greg held up his hand for Mycroft to take.
Mycroft rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of his husband, but he took the offered hand nonetheless.
“Christmas is that time of year
For being with the ones we love” Greg sang in low voice as they swayed slowly in the middle of the kitchen.
“Sharing so much joy and cheer
What a wonderful feelin'
Watching the ones we love
Having so much fun” Joined in Mycroft as Greg put his head on Mycroft’s shoulder.
They swayed and sang along the music enjoying a quiet night together.
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The songs: Billy Mack - Christmas Is All Around Ray Charles - That Spirit of Christmas
A Dance on Memory Lane
Day 7 - Memories
Brayden, Mycroft and Gregory Lestrade-Holmes sat in their living room waiting for the evening’s star ballerina to perform her debut. Iris will have her first ballet recital next week and she wants to practice with an audience before the show. Her family was more than happy to help her.
She took the stage in the middle of the living room which Greg and Mycroft cleared for her by moving all the furniture and rolled up the carpet. Her audience clapped politely as she bowed and began to dance. She has a serious look on her face as she concentrated on her movements. After her last pirouette the captive audience stood up and clapped their hands as she shyly bowed a few times.
“You were magnificent my dear.”
“You were so good little sis.”
“Such a ballerina already.” Greg picked her up and dance with her around a room and sat back down on the sofa
“Thank you.”
“You know a danced ballet too.”
“Really? You?”
“Yes me. I had a football injury knee ligament sprain and after a few weeks in a knee brace my physiotherapist mention it might help me in a long run. You know help the tendons to become more flexible. So, I went to a ballet school and asked around luckily there was a girl who needed somebody to help her with the lifting as her partner broke two fingers when they got stuck in her dress when they made a lifting a week before. They changed the dress and I helped them and they taught me a few stretching exercises and movements. When Brad’s fingers healed, he and Lorain got me a ticket to their performance. They were wonderful. The last I heard of them they move to Edinburgh and opened their own ballet school.”
“How long did you dance Daddy?”
“About a year. They made time for me after their practice once a week. They were very helpful.”
“Ballet really helped with your knee.”
“Yes. I used a few stretching movements before football. In fact you do too, Red. One or two of the exercises we do in football practice is from them.”
“Really?” Asked Red in surprise.
“Yes.” Greg looked at his husband and noticed a pensive look on his face. “What are you thinking about, love?”
When Mycroft didn’t answered Iris climbed on his lap and kissed him in his cheek “Sorry My dear, you were saying.” He looked down at his daughter
“It wasn’t me it was Daddy.”
“I asked what you are thinking about love. It was clearly you were elsewhere.”
“I was indeed. Iris’ superb performance reminded me when Mummy took me to see ‘The Nutcracker’ when I was nine years old. We started a tradition, every year the both of us went to see a Christmas performance, not always ’The Nutcracker’. We missed only twice, both due to a sickness.”
“Can I go this year too?”
“It would be just a two of us. Mummy told me something came up and she and Dad will arrive a few days later than planned. I wanted to ask you after dinner.”
“You can ask me now if you want.”
“Indeed.” He took a deep breath, put both his arms around Iris in his lap and looked in her eyes. “Will you do me an honour and accompany me to ‘The Nutcracker’ this year, dear lovely daughter of mine?”
“Of course, I will my Papa.”
Chim chiminey
Day - 6 Fireplace
Greg found Red on his hand and knees with his pyjama clad butt in the air looking up in the chimney. It was a funny sight, not one he expected first in the morning as he walked in the living room.
“What are you looking at?”
“When was the last time you cleaned the chimney and the fireplace, Daddy?”
“We do it every autumn, the chimney sweeper comes during the day and cleans the chimney and a fireplace to make sure we can use it safely in the winter. Why?”
“Just checking.”
“Really? Just checking? And it has nothing to do with Santa coming in less than 20 days.”
“Of course not.”
“Sure…” Greg watched as his son walked out of the room.
Greg walked in the living room to find not only his son in his hand and knees halfway in the fireplace, but his daughter and most surprisingly his husband too. He took a sneaky picture with his phone before cleaning his throat.
“Do you want a torch?”
“Nope we are good Daddy, Papa already has one.”
“Of course, he has. Always prepared, he is.” He continued to watch in amusement the three butts while Mycroft explained the importance of the yearly cleaning to the kids.
“Can we watch next year?” asked Brayden as they stood up.
“If you want.”
“Yes please.”
“So, Brayden did you made sure the fireplace is clean?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good. Now clean your hand all of you. What would you say if we watch ‘Mary Poppins’ after we start a fire in our very clean fireplace and cuddle in the sofa with hot chocolates?”
“And biscuits?” asked Iris.
“Of course.”
“Wicked” “Good.” Answered the kids at the same time.
“Really, Gregory.” Mycroft kissed Greg after their children went out of the room “‘Mary Poppins’? Just for the chimney song?”
“Why not? Go wash your hands while I start a fire, you can bring the hot chocolate.”
“Yes, my dear.” He kissed Greg again before went to do as he was asked.
I do believe in fairies
Day 5 - Believe
It was Mycroft’s turn to pick up Iris from the nursery school in the afternoon. Brayden had football practice, Greg was the new coach for his team and this was the last practice of the year. They plan to have a little get-together with the team members and their family and Mycroft and Iris would bring the cake from a bakery en route to the practice.
Iris skipped alongside Mycroft as they walked hand in hand toward the car and she talked about her day seemingly without taking a breath. She suddenly stopped and looked up at him with a serious expression on her little face.
“Do you believe in fairies, Papa?”
“Of course, dear, why do you ask?”
“Miss Jane read a book for us today and it in if you don’t believe in the fairies they would die.”
“Oh, Peter Pan ‘Every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.’ It’s a lovely book.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I do believe in fairies, and I’m sure Gregory does too.”
“And Red?” She asked as they climbed in the car.
“He is too of course. Sherlock believes in them too, he even built a little house for them when he was younger. I believe that are photos, if you want we can call Mummy in the evening and ask her to bring them when they come for Christmas.”
“Wonderful. Can we build one too?”
“We can. Do you remember the little creek just at the back of our country home?”
“Yes. It would be perfect for them.”
“You could ask your brother to help you draw plans for the house in the min time meantime.”
“And Uncle Locky too.”
“Definitely.” Answered Mycroft as he looked out of the window to hide his grin form his daughter.
The Snowman Army of Christmas
Day 4 - Snowman
“Papa, Daddy said to ask you if you got some white socks you don’t need anymore. So, do you have any?” Brayden ran towards Mycroft just as he was about to leave for a meeting.
“White socks? Why?”
“We are gonna build snowmen.”
“From socks?”
“Yeah. Stuff them, tie them and BAM they are snowman!”
“Stuff with what exactly?”
“Cotton wool, of course”
“Of course… No, I don’t have any, but I can bring some when I come home from the meeting.”
“That would be brilliant thank you.”
“Love, bring some stripped and coloured one too, for the hats.” Shouted Greg form somewhere in the house.
“Anything else?”
“Just yourself.”
“I should be home in an hour.” He turned back to Red.
“Okay Papa, have a good meeting.”
“Thank you, Brayden. Have a nice afternoon.” He bent down and kissed his son head before he left the house.
Mycroft arrived home an hour and a half later with enough socks to make a snowmen army. He left his coat, bag and shoes at the door and headed to a living room where he heard voices. His little family sat around in room, the kids were drawing at the coffee table while Greg sat in the sofa watching them with a small smile on his face.
“Do you think Papa will put it in his office?”
“If you tell him, you made it for his office I’m sure he will put it where you want it.”
“Okay.”
“Iris, why don’t you ask him?” he asked her while pointing toward Mycroft
“Papa!” she skipped to Mycroft, grabbed his hand and pulled him to her drawing “Look I made it for your office. It’s a gingerbread family, our family, you and Daddy and Red and me and the snowman because you have to get a snowman in your office Papa. It’s Christmas.”
“I see. It’s beautiful, my dear. Thank you. What are you drawing Brayden?”
“Santa and his sleigh.”
“It’s really good, Red.”
“Thank you. Did you bring the socks Papa?”
“I did.” he answered and lifted the shopping bag full of socks.
“I think it would be enough for this year, love.” Chucked Greg from the sofa
“Yes, well I thought we can make for Mummy a few too. She would love them.”
“Sure. Alright.” Greg stood up looked around “We need four hot chocolate, Myc you need to change and we can begin making the snowman army of Christmas.”
In the end they made twenty snowmen and two Santa. There was no room in the house without a sock snowman, cheering up the occupants.
Watch the signs
Day 3 - Watch the signs
Mycroft met with John near Baker Street in his lunch break. They sat at the table with their sandwiches and after a little small talk Mycroft asked the question he was there in a first place.
“So John, I heard you plan to go to Scotland for the holiday is that right?”
“Yeah. One of my colleague has a flat there and when we talked about the holiday he mentioned that he will be in London and offered if I wanted to spend a few days up there because he thinks I need a break from the rush.”
“And you are going there alone?”
“Well yes, who would want to come with me?”
“Do you have someone in mind perhaps?”
“What do you mean Mycroft? Of course, I don’t, don’t be ridiculous.”
“I can assure you John I was called some interesting names in my line of career but never ridiculous. So, someone in your mind?”
“Perhaps. And perhaps that is exactly the reason I have to go alone.”
“Oh, John…” Mycroft just shook his head in resignation.
“What?”
“My brother was right, John, you truly are an idiot.”
“What? Why?” asked John
“How long do you live with my brother? Two years, yes?”
“Two, yes.”
“And how many date was interrupted or ruined by him during this sort period of time?”
“Too many”
“What do you think of his reasons?”
“He needed me for a case.”
“Really the Word’s Only Consulting Detective needed an army doctor for what? Running havoc in London?”
“Yes” Mycroft merely arched one of his eyebrows as an answer… “Well no, not really.”
“John use your brain. I’m sure you picked up something from my brother while working with him. Watch out for the signs John. You will see it. If you really want spend Christmas in Scotland, next week than go.”
“But…”
“The signs, John. Good day.” and with that Mycroft stood up and left the café and a very confused John lost in his thoughts.
The Star Tree Thing
Day 2 - Star
Sherlock stormed in Greg’s office in the morning
“Graham I need a case”
“Greg… My name is Greg… I know you know it is so use it. And I don’t have a case for you. I have two going to court next week and a few smaller cases where we're waiting for forensics but nothing would interest you, sorry.”
“I’m bored.”
“I can see it. Did you buy a star for us?”
“Star? What star?”
“You know a tree top. You broke our star tree top last year Sherlock.” Greg looked up from the paperwork to see Sherlock blinking rapidly at him “you deleted it, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Sit down, I’ll tell you. You and John came over for Christmas dinner…”
Everyone gathered in Mycroft and Greg’s house for Christmas dinner; Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, John and Sherlock, Mrs Hudson, Anthea and Molly. The kids were having a tea party with Mrs. Hudson, Molly and Anthea while the others sat around them chatting.
“Mrs. H, Papa got a bottle of gold flakes and it’s wonderful. The gold bits just swim in the bottle like tiny little goldfishes.”
“Really? It must be lovely, dear.” Nobody noticed Sherlock slip away.
“It is. It’s really sparkly.”
“Really Mycroft I thought you have some level of sophistication when it comes to champagne.”
“It was a gift form a forensic dignitary, otherwise I wouldn’t have it.”
“So, you don’t mind if I open it?”
“No, of course not.”
“I’ll bring the glasses.” Said Greg as he headed to the dining room. Sherlock unwrapped the paper and began to ease the cork out of the bottle. “Try not to hit anything Sherlock, will you?”
“I can open a bottle of champagne Gordon, don’t worry.” The exact moment he said that the cork flew out of the bottle and hit the star at the top of the tree and went through it, leaving a hole in a beautiful cream coloured ornament.
“Yeah I can see that Sherlock.” Answered Mycroft sarcastically.
The champagne spilled to the carpet before Greg had a chance to grab it from Sherlock.
“Thank you Sherlock I’ll handle it from now, sit down.”
“Your parents told you to buy us a new star for this year. But I see you deleted it.”
“Possibly.”
“So, will you buy it?”
“Nope, buy your own Christian nonsense tree thing.”
“I didn't really expect it anyways… I’ll buy one don’t worry. Now go and ask Molly if she has a body you can experiment on.”
Mycroft worked in his office when his phone rang, he answered it without looking up from his paperwork.
“Holmes-Lestrade.”
“Hello love it’s me.”
“Hello Gregory dear. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Do you remember what happened to the star tree top last year?”
“Yes. Sherlock happened to it.”
“Yes, well he deleted it. I asked him if he bought a new one for us and he just blinked at me. So, I told him the story and he said to buy our own Christian nonsense tree thing.”
“Tree thing?”
“Yes, I think he deleted a little too much about Christmas, after John told him he will be in Scotland this year.”
“I see. I’ll talk with John tomorrow.”
“Thank you love.”
