Cinco de Cavill sketch progress My anxiety took a beating to get this far. Now that I have placed the 5 characters, I can go back in later to fix issues and finish details. #CincoDeCavill #TheWitcherandRoach #CharlesBrandon #Sherlocke #ClarkKent #Kal #AlbertMondego #PencilDrawing https://www.instagram.com/p/COg7myUHcW3/?igshid=vy5k27friqgp
A first edition of Malleus Maleficarum at the Huntington Library. This was THE book on hunting down witches and heretics and whoever was tasked with overseeing Sherlocke’s trial(s) in my story ”To Be Prayed For While The World Doth Endure” would likely have been familiar with its contents.
No shit, Sherlock. {Elementary Sherlock Holmes oneshot}
Requested by: Anonymous
Word Count: 650
Notes: Very mild swearing.
The familiar old argument was going on in the NYPD breakroom. Nobody listened in anymore, they just rolled their eyes and kept on walking. No one interfered when your yelling got louder, or when you would start laughing to keep your anger from getting out of control.
These arguments in the breakroom have been going on since Sherlock Holmes started to consult here with Gregson, the two of you immediately starting to butt heads about anything and everything. Today’s argument? Snack choices. Even something like that could start to get heated, and cause your coworkers here at the department to start avoiding this breakroom and go outside, no matter the weather.
“Poppycock!” Sherlock said, looking at you with a look of complete disbelief. “There is no way that those little tubes of something that they call cheese is tastier than any biscuit.”
“It is! Why would you want something so crispy and doughy and ew? Cheesestrings are the best. You can peel pieces right off so it’s like you’re eating a toy!” You argued back.
“Hasn’t anyone told you that you’re not supposed to play with your food?” Sherlock retorted mockingly. You stuck your tongue out at him, picked your snack up from off the table and peeled off the plastic wrapper. You did it slowly, keeping eye contact with Sherlock the entire time. Once the wrapper was discarded, you stuck one of your finger nails into the top to isolate a section and slowly, and satisfyingly, peeled the piece of cheese off of the rest.
“Plastic doesn’t go well with tea.” Sherlock said, lifting his mug to take a sip of the liquid that he had already dunked a biscuit into a little while earlier.
“It’s not plastic. It’s cheese, dummy. And you can play with it.” You knew you were acting like a child but you really were passionate about cheese strings. You lifted the stringy snack above your head and slowly lowered it into your mouth. Sherlock looked at you with disgust.
“Most parents teach their children not to play with their food.”
“Most parents teach their children to explore new things, to have a little fun in life.” You said. You opened up your bag, pulled out another cheese string and slid it across the table until it landed right in front of the disgruntled consulting detective. Joan, who had been reading over a newspaper, finally looked away from her words and glanced towards Sherlock to see how this was going to go. “It’s not poisonous, it’s not going to hurt you.”
You peeled more strips of cheese, enjoying it whole-heartedly. “Well, come on then. Or is Sherlock Holmes scared of a little snack.” You taunted.
“I can’t even begin to imagine what chemicals are in this to make it attempt to seem like cheese.” Sherlock sneered. But he picked it up nonetheless, tore the plastic away and started to feel at the texture of the cheese string. “It doesn’t feel edible.”
“Neither does pineapple.” You pointed out. You leaned forward, eager to see the moment that Sherlock would actually take a bite of the string cheese. You weren’t even sure if he would like it. You didn’t know what sort of reaction would be incoming but if there was one thing that could be said about cheesestrings - you either loved them or you hated them.
Sherlock imitated you, peeling off a piece of the cheese, but put it into his mouth less dramatically. He chewed at the rubbery texture for a couple of seconds then finally swallowed it down. He licked his lips, then took a sip of tea to see how well they accompanied each other.
“You can’t dip it in tea, but it’s not terrible.” He finally decided.
“No shit, Sherlock,” You laughed, taking this as a victory.
So The Final Problem is gonna be in theaters and I want to see it in theaters but when the Johnlock kiss comes on I don't want my family to watch my smile and screen at the screen
