#JohnLock

[kagilasgilas]

"It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. . . " ―Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[always-too-many-daisies]

I've noticed there isn't many gifs out there from the last season so here I go. I've just watched The Dying Detective today and I really liked Jeremy in it. He's amazing.

[neontrashman]

There is a difference between homoeroticism (House M.D. , Hannibal) and queerbating (Sherlock, supernatural)

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

Just a Kiss: 16

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[epichunterka]

My little fandom altar

[desiccatedthyme]

did more work on this!

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

A Love of Music

I have always enjoyed music and I wish I was good at playing an instrument. To sit down at the piano and effortlessly play one of my favourite songs for example. It always blew my mind when I saw people do just that in public spots. 

A few days before I enlisted, I was picking up my current girlfriend at St Pancras. She’d been at her parents in Kent over Christmas. We’d arranged to meet by the large Christmas tree. There was a piano there too. Free to use for anyone who wanted to show off their skills or entertain the travellers.

A teenage girl took a seat and started to play Auld Lang Syne. It was beautiful and much to my chagrin, I had to wipe away a tear.

***

Classical music was a genre I had an ambivalent relationship with. I guess I found it too pompous in my youth, but as I got older, some pieces stuck with me, and I quite enjoyed The New Year Concert from Vienna. 

It varied which instrument I was fascinated by. The harp, with its grandeur and elegant form, had always intrigued me. I also enjoyed the oboe. The sound of it felt both soothing and melancholy. But in the end, it was the violin I loved the most. How a skilled violinist could coax out all kinds of sounds from the beautiful instrument never failed to stun me. 

***

And then I experienced that even talented violinists could play so terrible that it hurt the ears and caused shudders to ripple through the entire body.

Yes, I’m referring to my mad flatmate and boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. When we first met, and he told me he played the violin, I thought he was an amateur. Imagine my surprise and awe when I realised that he was just as skilled as any violinist in a symphony orchestra. At least in opinion.

“You’re biased, John,” Sherlock told me.

I guess I was, but he was bloody good, and I thoroughly enjoyed it when he played for me. Therefore, I was totally unprepared for the change in tone when Mycroft visited. I had had my encounter with the pompous arse in a parking cellar somewhere months prior, but this was the first time I witnessed a meeting between the brothers.

A screeching sound from Sherlock’s violin made me cover my ears and yell from the kitchen: “what the hell, Sherlock!”

He stopped for a brief second to tell me his brother was tormenting him. Then he started molesting his instrument again. It was unbearable. I think my ears would’ve started to bleed if I hadn’t been able to pry the bow out of his hand. He plucked the strings for a while, before he sprawled on the sofa, clutching the violin to his chest.

***

The tone and the pieces he played when I had nightmares, were soft and gentle, luring me back to the flat and out of the desert. My heart swelled with love for him in those moments. Sometimes I stood from the bed and went to thank him with an embrace or a kiss. Other times, I was too fatigued to do anything but just lay there and thanked him in my mind. The nightmares got less straining after I started sharing his bed, but he still played for me.

***

Sherlock’s own tone when Mrs. Hudson asked him to play Christmas carols, was clipped and haughty, but when he started playing – well, it was magical. He transformed from that aloof man everybody thought to be a sociopath, and into a passionate musician. I could even discern a tiny curl of his lip, indicating a smile on those occasions. After all, he’d do anything for his beloved Hudders, however reluctant he seemed.

***

His sorrow filled the small church when he played at his father’s funeral. I had never seen a face so despairing. Tears trickled down his cheeks in a constant stream, but he never faltered. Not until he lowered his bow after he’d finished playing. I was by his side before he’s knees gave way, and he stayed close to me for the rest of the day.

***

After we moved to Sussex, Sherlock still practised and played the violin, but it took a bit more effort as the years passed. His fingers weren’t that flexible anymore, especially during winter. So, we changed our habits. Every so often we took the train up to London, or Mycroft provided a car, and we went to see the London Symphony Orchestra. If there was a serene violin solo, Sherlock tapped at my arm in step with the soloist. 

***

It wasn't our shared love of music that brought us together, but it was an important part of the foundation of our relationship. And when the crime solving and the hunt for suspects through London ended, the music became an even bigger part of our lives. The tones changed and differed, but our love remained solid and steadfast.

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guys I’m curious

[aunhinged]

Sherlock and House: Oddest shows of affection.

Sherlock: I’ve deduced John’s daily habits down to the exact minute. I know exactly when he’ll be in a good mood, when he’ll want tea, and when he’ll need to be left alone. That’s true love, House. Precision.

House: Please. I accidentally spilled coffee on Wilson’s favorite shirt so I could buy him a new one and subtly remind him I’m thoughtful. He didn’t even notice how manipulative it was. That’s an art form.

Sherlock: Your methods are as sloppy as your diagnostics.

House: Your ‘precision’ sounds suspiciously like stalking, but okay.

John (to Wilson): Is this what happens when geniuses get bored?

Wilson: No, this is what happens when geniuses have feelings and zero emotional regulation.

[suguruhul]

i don't know about you all, but i sometimes catch myself missing the superwholock + hannibal era of things. it was such a bliss.

[helloliriels]

Defenestrate [dee-fen-uh-streyt] verb - To eject or throw (someone or something) from or through a window.

Character acting too straight in canon? Yeet their sexuality out the window & set them free!

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[fogdraws]

After a particularly exhausting case,,,

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[moroniccats]

I swear to god, there is something going on between these two…and I am the most oblivious ace to ever grace this planet. If I say something is up, you better believe it.

[221b-bakersstreet]

Hello! I rather like Sherlock (BBC) , Sherlock and Co (podcast) and johnlock i also like writing so any suggestions for fics and i might write them :)

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[lisbeth-kk]

A tiny respite.

Look Me in the Eyes (chapter 3)

Summary: Sherlock regrets leaving John the way he did, but he had been too surprised by John's suggestion to react more appropriately. He needs air and ends up in Regent's Park where he's saved from being run over by an unusual vehicle.

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