#adlocker

[eurusylq-blog]

Being obsessed with making Adlock pics :)

[oneallysa]

IMPORTANT QUESTION TO ADLOCKERS

Put in tags if you have another answer.

PS. Honeymoon hug is the cuddle where they’re facing each other and hugging… Spoons facing each other basically

[cutterpillow92]

Fifty-seven. Sorry, what? Fifty-seven of those texts - just the ones I’ve heard. How thrilling that you’ve counted.

@giftober 2024 | day 17: Phone call/Text

Sherlock, A scandal in Belgravia (2012)

[ponkydraws]

If you ship Sherlock and Molly, consider yourself an opp

[raindrops-13]

A wedding photo that I invited an artist to create.💞💞💞

[inexpressiblybeautiful]

Mycroft: Sherlock there is this dangerous woman in the UK and we need your help.

Sherlock: What did she do?

Mycroft: She took photos of a precious royal and is now blackmailing the british royal family with it.

Sherlock:

[gregorovitch-adler]

A Chemical Defect

The mild sunshine in the afternoon hit softly on Sherlock's face, lifting his mood quite a bit. He took in the fresh breeze as he kept walking along the pavement, with John by his side, towards 221, Baker Street.

"How would you define love?" John asked, carrying a grocery bag in his hand to their way home.

Sherlock was carrying the other bag.

The two of them had been out shopping, because it was time they went to the supermarket this week. And because it was a Sunday. Sherlock had oddly felt like accompanying John today, so he did.

They had been talking about what romantic attraction was like, how it felt, etc., when they were shopping. Though what had triggered that topic exactly, Sherlock had no idea.

Sherlock parted his lips and blinked, feeling thrown off by this sudden question. How should he respond?

"How would I know? I'm just a sociopath." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

John shook his head immediately at that. "No, that's not true at all. 'Sociopath' isn't even the correct term. And I know that you feel things." John let out a bitter laugh. "God knows I've personally witnessed you feel it."

They had arrived at their apartment building.

Sherlock turned to look at him with his eyebrows knitted and nose scrunched. "When?"

John turned around to face him too with disbelief in his expressive, blue eyes. "When? Seriously?" He shook his head again and opened the door to get in.

Sherlock followed him, and now they were both climbing the stairs leading to their flat.

Sherlock's hands were trembling, and his heart raced as his stomach churned in horror.

Did John know how Sherlock felt for him? Shit. Now what? How was Sherlock supposed to explain himself? Why did John bring this up today? Was this supposed to be a call-out? Oh no.

They both walked into their flat, closed the door, and John went straight to the kitchen with the bag in his hand.

Sherlock went to the kitchen too. It was dimly-lit with natural sunlight coming from the outside.

The table was a mess from Sherlock's latest experiment. Now John had also spread everything out that they had just bought, adding to the mess even more.

John was arranging everything properly in the fridge.

What was Sherlock to do now? Might as well out with the truth, he thought. It was time.

"Turns out I was in love. With you." Sherlock paused. "I still am," he added, as he set the bag of groceries on the kitchen table. He kept staring at John - whose back was facing him - holding his breath.

You were right, John. You always are.

John stopped in his tracks with a pack of yoghurt in his hand. "Come again?" John placed the pack in the fridge, closed it, and finally looked around at Sherlock.

They were both facing each other now.

"I won't repeat myself, John," he said briskly, bracing himself on the kitchen table, waiting for John's reaction.

"What about The Woman?"

Sherlock's initial reaction was to flinch in self defense. Disappointment followed through shortly.

Here he thought John was talking about the two of them.

The Woman. Why now?

Sherlock closed his eyes as a faint memory of a beautiful face with soft, feminine features showed up.

The violin tune that he had composed was playing in the background in his mind.

Sherlock shook his head and opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and swallowed. "Ancient history," he blurted out.

Truth meant a complete and accurate information about something. He was not going to hide anything from John.

"So, there was a history." John folded his arms across his chest.

Sherlock sighed deeply. "Doesn't matter now."

John slammed one of his hands on the kitchen table. "It matters to me, Sherlock! I've spent ages wondering why you looked so abnormally interested in her when she was practically a stranger - especially when you'd specified that you weren't interested in relationships - and more importantly, where I went wrong if you were interested in romantic entanglements, after all. So, yes. It does matter even now. Very much." His chest was heaving with his face flushed.

Sherlock felt his jaw drop. "John? I never thought you -"

"Yes, you idiot. I feel the same. Have been for ages. So tell me: did you or did you not feel for Irene Adler?"

"I did."

John's face fell and his eyes looked considerably sadder than before, so Sherlock continued hastily, "Doesn't mean I didn't care about you, then. Because I did. A lot.

"And now you're so important to me that if you were to leave this place, right now, I'd feel lost. In the middle of a barren desert." Sherlock swallowed. "I've felt this way about you for ridiculously long. I am in love with you. Is that clear enough, now?" His voice broke with desperation at the last sentence.

John quickly walked up close to Sherlock and grabbed his waist. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his shoulders and sighed. John rested his head against Sherlock's chest and they both fell silent for a few seconds.

John looked up at him with a soft gaze. The amount of sentiments in those eyes was unbelievable. Sherlock was looking at him in wonder.

"Yes, it is," said John, in a voice just above a whisper.

Sherlock placed a hand on John's cheek as he ducked to kiss him. John moved one of his hands from Sherlock's waist to his nape as he kissed him back with abandon.

Sherlock hoped that any feelings of jealousy, disappointment, etc., between him and John would fade away now.

They had each other by their sides. They knew they would handle their future lives better from now on.

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Prompt: Jealousy by @calaisreno

Tags: @jamielovesjam , @peanitbear , @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely , @gaylilsherlock , @totallysilvergirl , @lisbeth-kk , @keirgreeneyes , @nowiamcoveredinyou , etc.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed from the tags. :)

[titihihi]

I just realised how sexy it sounds when he says

“why would I want to have dinner, if I wasn’t hungry?”

[sword-wielding-sapphic]

if I had a dollar for every time the bbc made a show about an iconic character from british canon except he's young with black hair, pale skin and prominent cheekbones, and he has an intense relationship with his best friend and is generally gay coded, aside from weird sexual tension with a powerful woman who also has black hair, pale skin and a strong jawline, and is otherwise a lesbian who is fucking her maid

I'd have two dollars, which isn't a lot but we don't talk enough about the fact that it happened twice at the same time

[eurusylq-blog]

They might want to rob a bank when they get bored~

[oneallysa]

To @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @theduchess-faire... Since you're asking about the server...

I made an ADLOCK DISCORD SERVER!!! feel free to join!!!

Make sure you introduce yourself so I can give you free access to the whole server.

[cutterpillow92]

You don’t actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you’re the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat? No. Because I took your pulse. Elevated; your pupils dilated.

@giftober 2023 | day 4: eyes, day 13: clocks + day 23: hands

[ava-amelia]

I might get shit for this, but...

Irene Adler referred to herself as 'gay'. Not as a lesbian.

It's possible she is one, but it is also possible that she meant it in the same way some people (who feel comfortable) use 'queer' today.

It's possible she is mostly homosexual, or homoromantic bisexual, or biromantic homosexual or maybe she is bisexual but biphobic, or she simply prefers women, so she calls herself gay.

We have no evidence she ever slept with male individuals either as part of her job or outside of if (her website doesn't mention sex, only scolding and secrets).

You hardly need my permission to ship Adlock, but just a reminder that "she is a lesbian" is not a valid reason to hate on people who do ship her with Sherlock especially not to send them hate and call them names.

Same with Sherlock. His sexuality is ambigious. Do I think canon Sherlock is different/opposite sex attracted? No. Does that mean I will call someone who ships him with Irene or Molly a homophobe or an acephobe/aphobe? No.

There is canon and fanon. I have my headcanons about most characters, including Irene. You are free to have yours.

You cannot prove me wrong but I cannot prove you wrong either.

You are also free to think Sherlock is aroace, or gay ace, or bi ace, or grey ace, or that he is sex repulsed, or that he loves sex very much.

You can also think he is bi or gay in BBC Sherlock. You can believe he is straight too, just in case you did want my permission.

Or maybe you'd prefer not to label him at all. After all, "Who the hell knows about Sherlock Holmes?"

This was a public service announcement.

[fugamalefica]

I can't stand opposites attract dynamics. They make no sense to me. Why would opposites attract? Kindred spirits who have never seen themselves in anyone but each other and that's why they fall in love>>>>

[neitherofusideal]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I originally started off this blog as an AdLocker and 00Q shipper, as I discovered Hannigram somewhere along the way (which had me on a chokehold since then). I'm happy to have found a community here with whom I share similar interests and likes 🩷

Thanks for keeping up with me and my brainrot posts 😆 Here's to more! 🥂🍾

[romyblogsthings]

Sherlock fears that Irene would grieve for him.

O M G . HELP.

I forgot about that scene, my poor heart, ahh.

(Gosh, he cares so much about her and is simultaneously in such denial, that poor idiot.)

(I will not get over those two anytime soon, thank you very much.)