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Negotiation 

I’m so incredibly sorry that I haven’t been as active here on Tumblr as I’d like to be the past few weeks. Here’s a little peace offering. <: 

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September is moon-viewing season in Japan.

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只青く

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Japan’s vast assortment of mascots all share a similar problem.

Via @GorillaGorillax

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Smile 

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Sherlock BBC Mind Palace

Minimalistic Wall Art Poster

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Yes!!! Go check this fic out, it’s a sequel of a fic I recced a while back, and it’s such a delight!

Word count: 14,477 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Various Others Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Angst and Humor, 5+1 Things, Marriage, Non-Explicit Sex, Attempted Sexual Assault, Story: The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist, Story: The Adventure of the Norwood Builder, now with more tropes than ever before Series: Part 2 of Five and One Summary:

Sequel to Lozenges. Five times Sherlock calls John his husband and one time John calls Sherlock his.

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Rec: A tender mix of angst and fluff as Sherlock and John discover that marriage hard work but also the best thing that ever happened to them. With some neatly done mini-cases, comeuppance served hot, BAMF John, two men and a baby (but only temporarily), near-catastrophic jealousy, and perfect gestures of love.

Not necessary to read the first part, although several of the cases mentioned were covered there.

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-Henry was a “normal-looking bloke”? Really, John, you should become a professional author!

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One word prompt, blanket, please?

He’s not as asleep as John thinks he is, but it’s nice like this, Sherlock thinks. To just listen for a while: to just exist in the quiet. The pages of John’s book turn more slowly; the sound of his mug setting onto the table becomes quieter. Sherlock knows that John is aware of him, even if he’s paying attention to something else, and it’s a hot, thick comfort to know what being taken care of feels like. 

After a while Sherlock hears him get up, put the book down, take his cup of tea into the kitchen and set it in the sink. He hears the doors to the flat close, and then lock; he hears the lights click off as the orange-glow behind his eyelids switches to darkness.

“Sherlock,” John whispers.

Sherlock doesn’t answer. Once, before, John would’ve just left him there. Maybe put a blanket over him, but ultimately left him there. He wonders what John will do now. 

Now that everything’s different. 

“Sherlock,” John whispers again. “Sherlock?”

There’s a pause, a long pause, and then soft noise: heavy fabric moving against itself. The blanket being tugged off the back of John’s chair. Sherlock’s heart begins to sink. He doesn’t want the blanket treatment. He wants to be tugged to bed. He wants it to be intimate. He wants to be wanted. 

He shouldn’t expect things he can’t ask for, though. That’s not fair. It’s not fair to him, and it’s not fair to John, and he knows better. 

“Sherlock,” John says again, surprising him, and then his hand is on Sherlock’s shoulder, shaking lightly. “Wake up, love.”

It is different. But the blanket–?

He blinks himself awake, and peers up at John, who smiles down at him in the dark. “Let’s go to bed,” John says. “Here, sit up.” 

Sherlock does as he’s told, and the blanket wraps around Sherlock’s shoulders, trapping warmth close to his body. He hadn’t realised he was cold before. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” John says. “Take it with you. Let’s get you to bed so we can warm up.” 

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock says, before he loses his nerve, his voice thick as though he really had been sleeping. He catches John’s hand. “John, I’m sorry.” 

“What for?”

Sherlock blinks, and swallows, and tucks his neck deeper into the blanket. “I wanted you to do this, and I didn’t know how to ask.”

John huffs a laugh, but his hand on Sherlock’s face is tender when he reaches out. “I know, Sherlock,” he says. “Don’t hold it against me if I get it wrong sometimes?”

Sherlock’s head is shaking before John’s even finished. “I would never. I could never.”

“Then it’s all right. You can ask when you figure it out, all right? And we’ll change it.” His thumb strokes over Sherlock’s cheek. “I’ll do what I can for now, and I’ll change the rest as we go, yeah?”

Sherlock’s chest is so full of love it hurts, but it’s a good hurt: it’s a warm hurt, a solid hurt. Like a good bruise from something that mattered, hot and definite. “Yeah.” he manages finally. “Yeah, all right.”

“Come on then. Bring the blanket–yeah, just shuffle on, there you go. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

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@endlesspiningsince1887 tagged me to list ten songs I’m currently obsessed with.  I pretty much only listen to classical music, so these will be pieces rather than songs.  Give them a try!

1. Introduction et Allegro in G-Flat Major by Ravel (Obsessed doesn’t even fucking COVER my love for this piece; the first time I heard it, I was on a train and I sat on the edge of the seat in complete wide-eyed rapture for the entirety of the piece, no joke, like this piece is honestly one of the most lush and beautiful things I’ve ever heard, it’s almost like if you’re wandering in a dark forest and suddenly find this like oasis in the middle with sunlight and waterfalls and butterflies and this piece is like an extended auditory representation of like the stunned moment as your eyes take in it all, like it would be the slow-mo shot in the film showcasing the scenery like when the wizard of oz turns color?  it’s AMAZING like GO LISTEN i’m fucking DYING to get a little ensemble together and play this)

2. Serenade to Music by Ralph Vaughn Williams (friends. This piece is magical and will give you goosebumps and make you weep.  Vaughan Williams wrote this as a setting of Shakespearian text from The Merchant of Venice that discusses how amazing music is, and it’s for 16 vocal soloists, specifically 16 very famous ones of the day, and orchestra.  It blew my MIND the first time I heard it, which I specifically remember, walking down a sidewalk in Brooklyn but somehow on an entirely different planet at the same time.  It’s amazing.  It’s magical.  It’s enchanting.  It’s other-worldly.  Rachmaninov was in the audience at this piece’s premiere and he sat there and wept like a baby.  You probably will, too. I linked the first recording from 1938 with the soloists RVW loved.)

2. Sonatina for Flute and Piano, op. 13 by Lennox Berkeley (I’m working on this piece right now and I love it.  First movement: gay anxiety. Second movement: gay tenderness. Third movement: gay frolicking.  Berkeley is a lesser-known composer, but he had a massive crush on the gay composer Benjamin Britten and they had a friends with benefits kind of thing going on before Berkeley eventually gave into aristocratic bullshit and got married.  Check this article if you want more info on Benjamin Britten’s 1900s “metropolitan homosexual lifestyle.”)

3. Appalachian Spring by Aaron Copland (Copland’s another gay FYI but he is also like the daddy of the trademark American sound in music, though arguably Dvorak is another American music sound daddy even though he’s not American, but I guess like in a way Dvorak started us off in finding our own sound and Copland picked up the reins with all his like open fifths etc.  Anyway, Appalachian Spring perfectly captures the hope of something better, which is the idealistic side of American patriotism that’s so disgustingly absent these days that this piece has a certain amount of poignance now that makes it almost unbearable.  This piece has always made me emotional because it has so much of the promise of something new with the fear of the unknown but a sense of warmth and love at the same time that it’s staggeringly relatable, but these days, with the current state of affairs, it’s even more intense.)

4. Pavane pour une infante défunte by Ravel (Richter’s performance of this is the only one I’ll listen to.  Heart-achingly beautiful and gets me every single time.  I can only listen to it if I’m ready for the Emotions.)

5. Piano Concerto No. 4 in G Major Op. 58 by Beethoven (Mvmt I, II, and III here) I could go on about Beethoven for years, but basically, if you want to hear the depths of the tortures of being human combined with an unrelenting hope and conviction in salvation and finding peace and beauty and joy in the fact that we’re alive, just turn to the most amazing human who ever lived, aka Beethoven.  The performance I linked is by Andsnes, and he has an AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING documentary called The Beethoven Project on amazon prime I 800% recommend.  His performance is what I linked.

6. Days of Beauty by Ola Gjeilo (MAGICAL and atmospheric; contemporary; pulls at your heart and meant for winter but great any time of the year)

7. Le Secret by Faure, only when sung by Barbara Bonney (I’m obsessed with her voice and the COLORS she serves... this recording is so gorgeous and I study it all the time for vibrato and color purposes on my own instrument)

8. Brahms Piano Trio in B Major Op 8 (Brahms wrote a lot of heavy stuff (prob when he was dealing with all the guilt over his inappropriate love for the much-older Clara Schumann while her husband was off in the sanitarium for throwing himself in the river) and he was super intense and it took him like over a decade to write his first symphony (which is great), but this piece has a certain optimism that is really glorious, particularly since that heaviness is still present)

9. Cantique de Jean Racine by Faure (I’m always obsessed with this; it’s nothing new.  It’s like a musical hug.  I particularly love this recording.)

10. Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 2 always by RICHTER (again obsessed with this piece for years but still die every time I listen to it, particularly when it’s Richter, because he’s not so punchy and vertical during the climactic parts of the first movement; it’s much more horizontally phrased) 

I’m just gonna tag anyone who actually read all that 😂 

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A walk in spring.

(Arm-in-arm, of course.)

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Peter Cushing’s Sherlock is an underrated gem and is made out of irresistible charm, frenetic energy, and 100% pure sass.

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Well I felt like Uni!lock so there . More on this tomorrow .

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Always the two of them

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don’t even get me STARTED on Mr. Psychopath!!!!!  yall GO FUCKING READ IT, it’s the season four we all thought would happen and didn’t and it’s BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLL 😍

Totally (delightedly!) blindsided by the outpouring of love for Lozenges and a lil bit for Mr Psychopath too! Thanks @bbcjohnlock for the recs and thanks to anyone who read/left comments or kudos. You totally made my morning.