#JohnLock

[monkey-shines-shenanigans]

Yeah all the time actually

you guys ever hear a character say something so gay you sitting there trying to figure out how you were supposed to interpret that platonically?!

[pikapiqzy]

I think this is how the 221b rental contract was made

Holmes: whoever becomes my roommate, i’ll buy him tobacco as homecoming gift, play violin to soothe him to sleep, take him to concerts…

Watson: where do i sign?

Holmes: …i wasn’t finished. i’ll also see through his entire life in one glance, keep him up all night on stakeouts catching murderers with me, and do target practice in the living room while he’s trying to rest.

Watson: WHERE DO I SIGN??!!

[holmosexualitea]

textless below the cut

[dinenoart]

A cat who hates soap operas and his guardian dog 🐈‍⬛🐶

[lisbeth-kk]

The Norwegians, eh 😍 Got to love them.

I finally watched that Norweigan Sherlock Parody, and this has to be my favorite part.

[birdifulhuman]

Shhh! He's sleeping!

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

Just a Kiss: 39

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Fic written by emmagrant01, which you can read here. This 5+1 fic does have a NSFW ending, which will be limited to Patreon. But the comic and fic itself can be enjoyed in its SFW version which will be posted in full on Tumblr and Twitter. $1 Patrons will be a page ahead and all other patrons will be two pages ahead. This comic will update Tuesdays and Thursdays. Please enjoy!

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[herius-is-drawing]

A shake shake silly project totally random

[wi2nie]

“Even if the Thames flows another two thousand years,they will remain timeless classics.”

[discosamwise]

Before writing fanfiction: I wanna see these idiots live happily ever after

After writing fanfiction: what fresh hell can I put them through this time

[poet-guy]

Sherlock and John are bound to meet.

Whether they are friends, colleagues, partners

no matter whether platonic, romantic or something we cannot comprehend

one without the other is a painful, impossible existence.

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

Also

"You, It's always you John Watson

You keep me right"

canon mlm rep be like "i like a boy..but im!?!? also a boy!? >-<??" meanwhile queerbaiting "if you die i'm alone".

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Is it not Obvious?

For decades, almost my entire life, I’ve had to hide some parts of me. Mostly, to stay of out of trouble. I was good at it too. Still am, truth be told. Or so I believed. Until my nosy brother answered my question with one of his own.

“Is it not obvious?”

That got me thinking, and when I came back from my Mind Palace, Mycroft had left 221B.

Every comment regarding my relationship with John; sorry, friendship, has gone over my head. He answered them loud enough – “not gay!”

On more thorough inspection, those comments weren’t all wrong. Granted, we’ve never had a romantic or sexual relationship, but our friendship was, is, unique. Intense, possessive, easy, complicated, and filled with hidden emotions. The latter is the reason for the complications. 

Like I said, I am good at hiding parts of me I don’t wish exposed. That changed one January day when John Watson entered my life. My abilities to conceal my feelings, were thrown to the wind, and they have been quite difficult to reclaim.

I realised that John was hiding too. Not as well as I once did. His admiration for my deductions was instant, unshielded, honest. The way he looked at me then… I just wanted to…

***

We’ve been through hell a couple of times since the mentioned January day at Barts. I have hurt him. He has hurt me. I told myself I deserved every blow he gave me. Now, I’m not so sure.

“I can’t ever forgive myself for what I did to you, Sherlock,” John said when we finally reconciled, and he reluctantly agreed to move back home.

He cried, which was an alien sight. I had never seen John cry before. It broke my heart, and I slowly got up from my chair. My body was still bruised, and every movement hurt.

I slid one hand up his right arm, while the other rested on the nape of his neck. His left hand was still covering his eyes, which hindered me from pulling him tighter toward me. To my utter relief, he didn’t pull back when he had calmed.

“Why are you so good to me, Sherlock?” he whispered hoarsely.

The words resting on the tip of my tongue, were too dangerous to speak. Perhaps one day.

“You are my best friend, John,” I told him, reminded him.

“Some friend I am,” he huffed and moved.

I let him go with a heavy heart.

“You were grieving.”

“No excuse,” he said angrily.

I winced involuntarily at the vehemence in his voice. Thank God, he didn’t see it. Or so I thought.

When he lifted his head, new tears trickled down his cheeks.

“I don’t deserve your friendship,” he whispered and took my hand in his. “If you still want me and Rosie to move in, I promise I’ll do better. I’m working on my anger, and…”

I gripped his hand so hard I thought he would squirm, but he seemed unfazed. His face, though tear and grief stricken, was open, unveiled, and I realised that my feelings for him weren’t as unrequited as I’d feared. 

His phone buzzed before I managed to catalogue everything, but he didn’t let go of my hand, which I took as a good sign.

***

After John left, I thought about the previous conversation with my brother. I admit, I didn’t pay full attention. My mind was elsewhere. With John. As always. I was nervous about his answer to my request of moving back. So, when Mycroft mentioned the hidden chemistry between me and John, I honestly had no idea what he was on about.

“What are you talking about, brother mine?” I snapped.

“Is it not obvious?”

The question soared around the corridors of my Mind Palace until it led me to the door of John’s Room. Behind said door was the truth I had avoided for so long. When I looked at it from a distance, it was crystal-clear. Our chemistry was a tangible thing from that particular point of view. 

Sentences and statements from us both lit up the room:

“Where he goes, I follow.”

“I would be lost without my blogger.”

“Of course, you’re my best friend, Sherlock.”

“You are the bravest and kindest and wisest man I have ever known.”

***

Two days after John and Rosie moved in, John finally noticed what was missing from the flat.

“Sherlock, please tell me you haven’t given up on doing experiments for our sake. I don’t want you to – “

“John, it is one thing to have chemicals and body parts lying around when two adults live together. Bring a toddler into the equation, and things change considerably.”

“I get that, but – “

“221C. That’s where I’ll be doing the more…dangerous and malodorous experiments. Mycroft had it renovated. It even has proper ventilation now.”

“So, you’ve hidden your chemistry set and everything down there?”

“Yes. Well, almost. I’ve kept the microscope up here. Molly had a spare one I keep down there.”

“Wow, well, I guess that’s good. I never thought I’d say this, but 221B’s kitchen wouldn’t be the same without that microscope.”

His voice was teasing, and…happy?

“I am happy, Sherlock. This is the only home I’ve ever wanted. Sharing it with you and Rosie…well…”

“Since when did you become a mind reader, John?” I teased back.

“Learned from the best,” he replied mirthfully, before he turned serious. “I’ve missed you, Sherlock. I’ve missed us.”

His hand found mine so easily, as if it was a habit, normal.

“I’ve missed you too, John. And us.”

Carefully, I pulled him closer. He didn’t hesitate, but put his arms around me, and placed a hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and said the words I had hidden for so long.

“I love you.”

He echoed my words reverently before he kissed me.

“No more hiding,” we agreed when we could think straight again.

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[luzdoesart]

dancin' 💃 (slight final problem angst under the cut)

me when the problem is final

[raina-at]

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