#!sherlock

[roleplaypostiviity]

sebastian-moran-has-arrived is the most precious and wonderful Sebastian. I love brainstorming all the AUs with her and giving each other feels, and my Jim will always love this Seb.

— jimmyinwestwood

[roleplaypostiviity]

john-watson-rp is the best John, with so many diverse versions and verses. I have no idea how you manage so many threads!!

— jimmyinwestwood

[barelynxce]

I need to get to know London again .. literally.

[badgerwatson-blog]

First and Last || John and Sherlock

It was the second day of John's first week in his last year at Hogwarts. It was a bit bittersweet for him, as he did love school and his friends, but he was rather excited to get a move on in the real world. He'd spent most of the summer escaping to Greg's whenever possible, his sister starting to drive him insane. He just couldn't stay there anymore. He'd never been happier to be back at school, only to permanently leave at the end of the year and he had some business to take care of. First, he wanted to see Sherlock, his best friend. Yes, Greg could also be considered his best friend, but there was something about Sherlock that John felt an attachment to. Like he needed to be the caring friend. This is why John was planning on being a healer.

John sent Sherlock an owl, only to get a vague response, but he knew where to go. He made his way to the Library, and poked his head through shelves and searched tables. Finally, he found the one Sherlock liked to frequent and sat across from him, face in a book. "Well, hello to you, too!" He said, cheerily, getting the Ravenclaw's attention.

[salasarslytherin]

Sherlock Season Three Teaser Trailer

[salasarslytherin]

It's been a pleasure. Don't spoil it. This is how I want you to remember me. The woman who beat you.

[salasarslytherin]

To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his co ld, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer--excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

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