Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity

Read, if convenient. If not, do it anyway. Could be dangerous.

November 11, 2012 12:03 pm

themightyworm:

all I want for that damned reunion is for these two idiots to just hug already goddamn it

preferably after John’s beaten Sherlock up a bit and shouted obscenities, and they’re being really awkward at each other, and then Sherlock just hugs him and it’s really stiff and weird and it takes John a bit to relax into it but he does because they both need it 

idiots 

Was going through some old posts, and saw this one.

That second picture is still so heart-breaking.

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September 27, 2012 7:44 am
yuirky:

holmeless-watson:

tarteauxfraises:

click and drag
sorry all my blog is sherlock now
no regrest

click and drag 
This is not okay.

How- how c-could you?

yuirky:

holmeless-watson:

tarteauxfraises:

click and drag

sorry all my blog is sherlock now

no regrest

click and drag

This is not okay.

How- how c-could you?

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September 23, 2012 4:18 am

cumberbuddy:

I keep seeing him everywhere. 

Nope.

:(

(Source: lecterings)

September 19, 2012 3:51 am

I thought I was going to say goodbye…

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September 18, 2012 8:39 am September 11, 2012 3:33 am
valeria2067:

*beep*
1 New audiovisual message received.
Play now? Y/N
Playing…
…
Hello, John.
It’s noon, the 19th of July, and you are sleeping a few metres away in our hotel room. You’d probably tell me that I should be sleeping as well, given how little we’ve slept in the last three days.
My body is thoroughly exhausted, but my mind, as always, is racing, so I stepped outside rather than risk waking you.
Though, I must admit that for half an hour I remained in bed, watching you, cataloguing every hair, every mole, every breath, every heartbeat.
I… I know I don’t always say everything I should… everything you need to hear. And I also know you understand that. You understand everything, John. You always have.
You let me come back into your life after I lied to you and hurt you. You forgave me, because you were willing to understand me. Because you love me.
That’s why I want to say this now.
I love you, John.
No. That’s redundant.
I have no concept of love that is not bound up with you.
You, John, mean everything to me. You are more important than my work, my life, my past or future. 
I cannot think that I was fully alive before we met, in fact. 
You are my life, John.
Everything I am, my mind, my heart, my body -my soul, if there exists such a thing- belongs only to you. 
And despite the fact that it might seem unnecessary, or outdated,  I want to show the world that I am yours and you are mine.
That is why, with deepest sincerity, and with all I am, I must ask:
John Hamish Watson, will you do me the immense honour of marrying me?
…
Compose New Message
To: Sherlock
Subject: video
Sherlock,
You are a complete and utter idiot.
Come back to bed this instant.
And one more thing.
YES.
-JW

valeria2067:

*beep*

1 New audiovisual message received.

Play now? Y/N

Playing

Hello, John.

It’s noon, the 19th of July, and you are sleeping a few metres away in our hotel room. You’d probably tell me that I should be sleeping as well, given how little we’ve slept in the last three days.

My body is thoroughly exhausted, but my mind, as always, is racing, so I stepped outside rather than risk waking you.

Though, I must admit that for half an hour I remained in bed, watching you, cataloguing every hair, every mole, every breath, every heartbeat.

I… I know I don’t always say everything I should… everything you need to hear. And I also know you understand that. You understand everything, John. You always have.

You let me come back into your life after I lied to you and hurt you. You forgave me, because you were willing to understand me. Because you love me.

That’s why I want to say this now.

I love you, John.

No. That’s redundant.

I have no concept of love that is not bound up with you.

You, John, mean everything to me. You are more important than my work, my life, my past or future. 

I cannot think that I was fully alive before we met, in fact. 

You are my life, John.

Everything I am, my mind, my heart, my body -my soul, if there exists such a thing- belongs only to you. 

And despite the fact that it might seem unnecessary, or outdated,  I want to show the world that I am yours and you are mine.

That is why, with deepest sincerity, and with all I am, I must ask:

John Hamish Watson, will you do me the immense honour of marrying me?

Compose New Message

To: Sherlock

Subject: video

Sherlock,

You are a complete and utter idiot.

Come back to bed this instant.

And one more thing.

YES.

-JW

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2:41 am September 8, 2012 7:22 am
madwomanlexie:

Sherlock just has bad timing. Mycroft did try to warn him to wait an hour.
—
If anyone thinks my sanity will improve as I go on, you’re sadly mistaken. 

madwomanlexie:

Sherlock just has bad timing. Mycroft did try to warn him to wait an hour.

If anyone thinks my sanity will improve as I go on, you’re sadly mistaken. 

(via harry-potterfanatic)

September 6, 2012 10:14 pm
havetardiswilltimetravel:

   The sound of heavy rain on pavement echoed around the dimly lit street…Sherlock couldn’t think of anything to say. All those years, the thousands of times he turned this moment over in his head, and he couldn’t think of the words that would make the hurt in John’s eyes fade away.
   ”…it was raining the last time I saw you…” he settled on, voice quiet and searching. John’s lips pressed together, flashing eyes signaling that he’d said the wrong thing.
   ”That’s all you have to say?” John whispered, a dangerous edge to his voice. “It was raining the last time I saw you?” His left hand clenched at his side, and thunder rumbled in the distance.
   ”It was raining the last time I saw you, Sherl-” he cut himself off, the sound of the dead man’s name too hard to stomach. Another long moment passed in silence before John was able to speak again. “It started raining after you jumped…” he said, voice quiet. “Your blood mixed with the water…it started running into the gutter…” his jaw clenched, but still he didn’t look away. “It was raining the day you died.”
   ”I’m not dead…”
   ”I buried you, Sherlock!” he grit out, voice strained. “It was raining then too…I remember because the coffin was wet, and there were black umbrellas, and they lowered you into a bloody puddle-” his voice choked off, and he turned his head away, lips pressed firmly together once more.
   Sherlock stayed where he was, waiting for John to continue, wanting to take what was doled out, to take the punishment in order to obtain absolution…except John just stood there, as if he was unsure whether to stay or turn back the way he’d come…the detective’s chest tightened unbearably. He couldn’t lose John, not now.
   ”John, I…I’m sorry…I had to…I can explain…please…let me explain…” his quiet words were laced with pain, with the need for John to listen. “Moriarty…he told me…I had to jump…I couldn’t…” Sherlock swallowed when John still didn’t look at him. “…please…” the last word came out as a whisper. “Let me explain…”
   John’s gaze moved back to Sherlock at the quiet plea, eyes searching the detective’s worn face, raw emotion showing around the edges of his eyes. The silence between them seemed to stretch on for an eternity before John finally spoke again.
   ”Alright…” he said quietly, not taking his eyes from Sherlock. He didn’t move from his spot, not caring in that moment that they were both soaked to the bone. “Go ahead…explain…” 
___
Made and written for johnlockchallanges for the prompt: thunderstorm. Click for a much larger size ^_^

havetardiswilltimetravel:

   The sound of heavy rain on pavement echoed around the dimly lit street…Sherlock couldn’t think of anything to say. All those years, the thousands of times he turned this moment over in his head, and he couldn’t think of the words that would make the hurt in John’s eyes fade away.

   ”…it was raining the last time I saw you…” he settled on, voice quiet and searching. John’s lips pressed together, flashing eyes signaling that he’d said the wrong thing.

   ”That’s all you have to say?” John whispered, a dangerous edge to his voice. “It was raining the last time I saw you?” His left hand clenched at his side, and thunder rumbled in the distance.

   ”It was raining the last time I saw you, Sherl-” he cut himself off, the sound of the dead man’s name too hard to stomach. Another long moment passed in silence before John was able to speak again. “It started raining after you jumped…” he said, voice quiet. “Your blood mixed with the water…it started running into the gutter…” his jaw clenched, but still he didn’t look away. “It was raining the day you died.”

   ”I’m not dead…”

   ”I buried you, Sherlock!” he grit out, voice strained. “It was raining then too…I remember because the coffin was wet, and there were black umbrellas, and they lowered you into a bloody puddle-” his voice choked off, and he turned his head away, lips pressed firmly together once more.

   Sherlock stayed where he was, waiting for John to continue, wanting to take what was doled out, to take the punishment in order to obtain absolution…except John just stood there, as if he was unsure whether to stay or turn back the way he’d come…the detective’s chest tightened unbearably. He couldn’t lose John, not now.

   ”John, I…I’m sorry…I had to…I can explain…please…let me explain…” his quiet words were laced with pain, with the need for John to listen. “Moriarty…he told me…I had to jump…I couldn’t…” Sherlock swallowed when John still didn’t look at him. “…please…” the last word came out as a whisper. “Let me explain…”

   John’s gaze moved back to Sherlock at the quiet plea, eyes searching the detective’s worn face, raw emotion showing around the edges of his eyes. The silence between them seemed to stretch on for an eternity before John finally spoke again.

   ”Alright…” he said quietly, not taking his eyes from Sherlock. He didn’t move from his spot, not caring in that moment that they were both soaked to the bone. “Go ahead…explain…” 

___

Made and written for johnlockchallanges for the prompt: thunderstorm. Click for a much larger size ^_^

(via cumberbitchsandwich)

September 5, 2012 7:32 am

OH MAH GAWD SHERLAWK

kirsten-johnlock:

sherlockjumpedoffbartsand:

a-sea-of-writings:

suicidalsnaily:

Based off this post here

ITS BACK OMG

ITS BACK

ADKFGD”DGJFEOXLGLDOWKCRJIFUEW

I don’t know what I’m reblogging

(via harry-potterfanatic)

2:51 am
reader-theatre:

sherlockianfeels:

cumberrage:

doctor-wholock:

livin-on-lestrudle-lane:

“He waited every day for you, Sherlock.” Lestrade huffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shifting his feet uneasily.
“It.. it says ‘John Holmes’ on the gravestone.”
Lestrade laughed. 
It sounded dead.
“He loved you, Sherlock. He really did.”

nOPE

9:30 AM is too early for this.


It’s never too early for feels
Ahhhhhh :D

wow. that’s it ….. just…just wow

reader-theatre:

sherlockianfeels:

cumberrage:

doctor-wholock:

livin-on-lestrudle-lane:

“He waited every day for you, Sherlock.” Lestrade huffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shifting his feet uneasily.

“It.. it says ‘John Holmes’ on the gravestone.”

Lestrade laughed. 

It sounded dead.

“He loved you, Sherlock. He really did.”

nOPE

9:30 AM is too early for this.

It’s never too early for feels

Ahhhhhh :D

wow. that’s it ….. just…just wow

(Source: the-wings-of-cas, via supergleelockian)

August 24, 2012 4:15 am
glenbulb:

bealli62:

loki-lock:

creatingaparadox:

emilyshadenoughnow:

He’s dead, Sherlock, we found him this morning in his flat. Shot himself in the head. He left a note: You didn’t come back, so I’m coming to you. -John



What. What. No. Fuck off. You bastards. No. Just no.

NOOOO!  Romeo and Juliet.. This is not right. You will have a fandom uproar on your hands. led by me.

….I just can’t

glenbulb:

bealli62:

loki-lock:

creatingaparadox:

emilyshadenoughnow:

He’s dead, Sherlock, we found him this morning in his flat. Shot himself in the head. He left a note: You didn’t come back, so I’m coming to you. -John

What. What. No. Fuck off. You bastards. No. Just no.

NOOOO!  Romeo and Juliet.. This is not right. You will have a fandom uproar on your hands. led by me.

….I just can’t

1:40 am August 21, 2012 12:45 pm

themightyworm:

all I want for that damned reunion is for these two idiots to just hug already goddamn it

preferably after John’s beaten Sherlock up a bit and shouted obscenities, and they’re being really awkward at each other, and then Sherlock just hugs him and it’s really stiff and weird and it takes John a bit to relax into it but he does because they both need it 

idiots 

(via consultingcumberbabe)

August 12, 2012 9:01 am

AU: After the fall John’s mind creates a reality in where Sherlock survived the fall. At first he’s convinced it’s just a dream. But as the dreams keep happening every day, he starts to doubt himself, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it’s the other way around; his dreams are about Sherlock dying and in reality, he survived. - Based on Awake.

(Source: wohnjatsons, via oswinsleaf)