#adlerlock

[vampmah]

isn't it accurate af?!!

[sail-thy-ship]

IMAGINE YOUR OTP # 19

A: Hey do you like movies? What genre would you like?

B: I like action movies! Wanna watch with me?

A: I like action movies but I like hu mor (humor=you more)

B:

[a-fools-jester]

The Problems of Loving a God- A Poem about Sherlock Holmes

I.

Sherlock was a god born into a time he didn't belong in

who had eyes that reflected the depths of the ocean,

his hair like the waves

and a heart that kept on drowning.

He was a young god living to die, to feel alive, to steal fire so he can light up his cigarettes,

breathing out the smoke of glory and light into every room he entered.

His eyes, resplendent with color and devouring light with their intensity

reflects his struggle of having the insight and knowledge to tear nations into dust,

knowledge no man should carry on their shoulders.

His curse is that he sees everything and knows pain no mortal man can endure. But he must.

II

He bled gold and silver,

and you, a mortal, a dreamer, kept on collecting the droplets to sell

not seeing the wounds.

You were his prophet, his mouthpiece, his messenger,

the one tie he had in the world to connect himself to it.

You bent your knee in worship, but your knees ached

You stood too fast

and didn't understand why you felt so dizzy,

III

A spell, you said, a curse.

IV

There was something beautifully devastating about breaking a god

and ravaging their hearts surrounded in ivory pillars, something which

you can safely say no other man had done before.

There's something about drawing blood, which is not truly blood,

because the blood of other mortals wouldn't make you feel delight as if you'd struck a goldmine.

Your name on his tongue, hissing and whimpering, begging and delightful,

is sin. But you love every minute of it.

You keep drawing your name from his mouth.

V

You call him by his real name one night,

a name he hadn't been called in centuries.

He screamed and the rain poured outside like the heavens were collapsing,

his eyes darkened with his agony, and his wings trembling like he wanted to fly away.

Maybe he did.

Atlas, you call him, touching his face. He recoils from your touch.

Atlas,

Atlas,

Atlas

You will carry the weight of the universe all your life, Atlas.

Endure.

His screams echo from the walls of the castle, but the thunder outside drowns it out.

VI

His eyes see through every part of your soul.

He can dissect you to the bone marrow and know every word you've left unsaid,

every word you've never meant,

every single thought that runs through your head.

You tell him you love him

and he smiles like he smiles at everyone that lies to his face.

You wonder if one day you'll receive the same fate as them.

Or if one day he'll finally believe you.

VII

His wings are colored in shades you've never imagined,

and his halo cuts you when you dare to touch him.

Your blood is red, useless, common,

but he forgets to breathe when he sees it, his eyes going wide at the reminder of how fragile you truly are.

You step forward to take his face into your hands

but he heals your wounds in a blink of an eye and in the next one,

he's gone.

He's a god, after all. You cannot find him if he does not want to be.

VII

He says he did not realize how easy it is to break humans.

VII

You revolve around one another,

and history has you both written into its script.

His legacy will live forever, and you-

You, you mortal,

cannot die because you fell in love with a god and his touch is divine.

You cannot die.

Your name is written into the book of history

and you will live forever alongside your beloved.

You hope the wax wings he gave to you can hold you up,

and the sun will not blind you to your love for him,

An ambiguous Sherlock poem! Tagging folks. Hope they don’t mind. 

@isthisfandomenough @loveinthemindpalace @its221blu @88thparallel @davin-james-gethin-vernon-mcgann @savedbyholmes @addignisherlock @thisbitchisjohnlocked @littlebeekeeper @alexxphoenix42 @shag-me-senseless-watson @inevitably-johnlocked @sadieandmo @squeakpigsrevenge @starfishes-are-cool @catloverkid00 

[ibelieveinmofftiss]

Introductions

 Alright so this blog is, as the description says, for people to submit their stories of how the show BBC Sherlock changed their lives or in some way enhanced it. You can send in an anonymous ask, submit your story, or use the tag #Ibelieveinmofftiss for us to reblog. 

This page accepts all ships in the submissions, but we do ask that there be no bashing of the other ships or submissions. There aren’t very many rules aside for being hate-free and respectful (because this is a blog for fandom positivity), so we hope that you can respect that. 

There are two of us running this blog, there’s me, my blog is @socially-ineptnerd, my name is Andrew. The one who thought of this in the first place is @lymphadei, who posted about wishing there was a place to talk about how BBC Sherlock is important to us, the fans. You can call her The Mastermind, because she was the one who thought of this page and suggested we make it.

[speakhighlyifyouspeakofcake]

also can we talk for a quick hot second about how the violin piece Sherlock was playing when eurus asked him if he’d had sex was the piece he composed just after Irene adler’s death when john claimed he was writing sad songs and basically wouldn’t stop thinking about her?

[a-fools-jester]

I am not a shitposter, I am the human equivalent of a shitpost

A shitpost, is:  

 1: The failure to make a constructive post 2: The inability to add useful information to a forum

A failure to be constructive? Not useful in any way whatsoever? 

ME

[a-fools-jester]

BBC Sherlock- Or Nah

If you just watch this video, apparently everyone on BBC Sherlock is bisexual and intimate with each other. 

So this is because I promised an edit for reaching a hundred followers, and I was so stoked that I decided this would be a good idea. My computer shut down two times, I’ve had to start over four times because I accidentally deleted twice (I’m very sleep deprived at this point), and all in all this was sorta hellish to make haha. 

I included most (if not all) ships, to the song Or Nah by Somo. All het and gay ships included. No ship wank, please?  I don’t even ship some of these, but this was a nice challenge to do. I’m also taking prompts for fics, and edits, if anybody’s interested.

(Oh and the anderlock was a bit of a crack ship me and my friend ship. I was going to throw in Magnussen just to troll but decided against it. Y’all should thank me for that because even I got disturbed by how realistic it looked.)

[solvedbyyou]

"I would have you right here on this desk untill you begged for mercy twice."

I just found it on pinterest -> http://www.pinterest.com/pin/455848793508174908/