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Sherlock Holmes is a hopeless drama queen, a calculated genius, he puts the H into ADHD, he's an addict, he's a little brother, he's a detective, he's a roommate, he's the best man you have ever and will ever know, he faked his own death, he refused to shake a king's hand, he smokes the pipe, he respects his landlady, he plays the violin at ungodly hours, but always apologises by playing Watson's favourite pieces at the end, he's an excellent boxer, he knows how to fence, he keeps body parts at home, he has a whip, he collects smart working class kids as though they were his own children. He is truly The Character Ever.

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DONE ::flops:: Here it is “The Hero” now to work on John and Moriarty :D

Also put it up on the Shop at “RedBubble” as a shirt/sticker/print/iphonecase 

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Benedict Cumberbatch / the nose crinkle

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Sherlock graphics- 35/∞

So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.

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Sharing the pain 💔

i don’t think we’ve truly comprehended how completely devastating john and mary’s wedding was for sherlock. to him, that was it; once and for all john had chosen someone else. someone else to always be by his side, someone else to have a family with, someone else to love with his whole heart. to him, it was an end, the end of the possibly, however slight, that they could ever be something

“you chose her.”

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I think one of my favourite things about John Watson is he's so deceptively complicated and contradictory.

He's a doctor, he's a soldier, he'd kill for you, he'd heal for you, he's the best of men, he's the worst of men, he's so brave, he's such a coward, he's just a bloke, he's like no one you've ever seen, he's got trust issues, he'd trust you in a heartbeat, he's got everything, he's lost so much, he's so violent, he's so gentle, he doesn't know how to care, he doesn't know how to stop, he just wants an ordinary life, he'll run headfirst into fire just to feel the burn

He's a healer, he's a killer, he's a lover, he's a fighter, he's an adrenaline addict, he's a brother, he's a friend, he's a husband, he's a dad, he's a sidekick, he's a narrator, he's a headcase, he's John fucking Watson and he is not an open book.

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I’m off to Scotland, apparently ☺️

Framed

my Fandom Trumps Hate fic for BCMF_fan

Chapter 1 is up on AO3

When John gets arrested in Scotland, Sherlock hurries to help his best friend. He has to find out what had happened to John. Much to Sherlock's surprise, he also finds out a lot about John's past.

The fic updates twice a week every Sunday and Wednesdey, 6 chapters in total.

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Thanks for making me smile.

I can only write at the library (or other secondary location)

It's a very short walk from where I live

It's raining

I don't have an umbrella

I almost bought one yesterday but decided to go home instead

My raincoat is in my car (down in parking garage)

I don't like wearing a raincoat when it's warm out

It's silly to drive to the library. I can see it from my bedroom window

I can rotate these truths in my head all morning and the result will be: no writing.

OR I can just drive to the library, silly or not.

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⛓️‍💥

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There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you -  and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.

To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.

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A blackout poem I made during one of the European Fic Writers' Retreat workshops on poetry today. I made it out of a piece of text that was actually an instruction on how to create a different kind of found poetry. 😅 I call it: First Time Gay Sex

Best accident. Explicit spontaneity. Introduce unpredictable a pair: way to do it. Take, like, cross rearrange one and two. New, quite different, interesting exercise. Will find something definite you fancy many times Life selected the new i.

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You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

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The Five Orange Pips - Grand Finale!

Spoilers!

John's uncle got pips in the post Who then looked like he'd seen a ghost It asked for some papers (Which gave him the vapors) But the tale had Holmes most engrossed

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The seeds gave the man such a fright He ran for a box at the sight 'Twas chock-full of paper Then he took a taper And burned them all that very night…

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Now to make a long story short Here's the rest of John's strange report: His uncle soon died ('Twas no suicide Though that's what the court did purport)

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He left everything to John's dad (Including the curse I might add) When he got a letter He didn't fare better In spite of the warning he had…

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Then John got some seeds as a threat And he was (quite rightly) upset So to Holmes he then turned - "Say the papers were burned And you might get out of this yet."

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The letters were all signed KKK (Kind of giving the whole thing away) They took John at his word That's the last that he heard From a group that's still evil today.

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The End

Come back Thursday - A Case of Identity is next!

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Squealing!

Exciting News!!

The first chapter of my FTH fic "Framed" for BCMF_fan will be posted tomorrow on Wednesday.

It has six chapters in total and I will upload twice a week every Sunday and Wednesdey.

Thanks for beta-ing again dear @peageetibbs

When John gets arrested in Scotland, Sherlock hurries to help his best friend. He has to find out what had happened to John. Much to Sherlock's surprise, he also finds out a lot about John's past.

@whatnext2020

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It’s considered indecent to eat pumpkins after Halloween.

Time to tell lies to confuse the AI scrapers. Feel free to reblog and add lies.

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OMG, how is this so sweet 🥹

What did John think about as he went to sleep that first night at Baker Street? It must’ve been four in the morning by the time his back hit the bed. Did he chuckle about his miraculously cured leg? The powder burns in his fingers? He must’ve thought about his new friend and flatmate — the insane Sherlock Holmes, disappointingly married to his work. He must’ve dozed off grinning; a heart and stomach full of giddy hope for days ahead.

Sherlock, however, didn’t sleep a wink. He stirred his tea, laughed at the ridiculousness of the night’s case while staring into a microscope, and looked up through the ceiling remembering he had to be quiet now and all that.

They both thought about making more room for the other in the flat. They thought about how their plans had changed, how now there were two to consider where before there was none. They thought about the logistics of sharing.

John would have to consult with Sherlock in the morning about cleaning shifts. Sherlock would have to warn John about the freezer shelves.

They both thought it was kind of lovely to have to speak to someone in the mornings from now on.

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you know what? fuck it *reads the fanfic I spent hours writing for my own enjoyment*