This is Holmes’ perception of a real kiss fight me
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This is Holmes’ perception of a real kiss fight me
Hello Sherlock fandom I love Holmes and their designs I guess, pls tell more about this fandom I'm still taking my first steps to it ok bye💖
Since Sherlock doesn't really watch or concern himself with TV he doesn't know any movie tropes or plotlines so I think John would pop on a show that neither of them has watched and proceeds to deduce what's going to happen to Sherlock, who is impressed every time
Reichenbach in roblox 💔
Guys the john lock parasite in my brain has gotten so bad i was doodling in class
BD-WLF'S JUNE(AND PART OF JULY) SHERLOCK HOLMES FICSTRAVAGANZA!
with this challenge, i'll give 5 prompts down below for each of the 5 weeks in june(and part of july), that you can take and make fanfic with just with the promise of using the tag #junestravangaza when posting on here or on ao3 :3 rule(s) below ->
SHERLOCK HOLMES IS A HORROR BOOK FAN?!?!?
THANK YOU ACD!!!!
You have to be at least slightly sympathetic towards Gregson and Lestrade, because he's like, yes I'm a detective, I solve cases, and maybe even save some lives doing it, and that's the day to day, that's the job
And then Sherlock Holmes snorts a line of coke, jumps up on the table, starts posturing about how deduction and detective work is in his blood and how he will literally due without it, claims detective work is better than food, sleep and love, and comments about how Lestrade clearly hasn't used laundry detergent as thoroughly as he ought, based on the state of his cuffs, and solves every case on Lestrade's desk without looking at them, by the set of Lestrade's shoulders and the pinch of his eyebrow, and then tells all of Scotland yard that they are stupid, and they are children, and they are stupid children, and, like an aristocrat, who has his own cane shoved where the sun doesn't shine, flirts minutely with a cute veteran doctor, and then collapses and complains how he's bored, and Lestrade is left to deal with the woes