#holmes and watson (umbrella)

[angryducktimemachine]

Finished watching the 1967 WDR Adaptation of Sherlock Holmes and that certainly was. An experience.

[ravenlilyrose]

Joan Watson was a guarded individual. She hid her secrets and her broken places so well that people didn’t even notice them, locked them away and then set her mind to forgetting where she’d put the key. Sherlock didn’t know many of her secrets, didn’t know the things that had broken her. But over time she had allowed him close enough that he could see where the secrets were hidden, could see the places where she’d rebuilt herself from shattered pieces or slapped bandaids over deep wounds. He didn’t know where the key was, he didn’t know what the secrets were, he didn’t know what had shattered her or how she had fixed herself, but he knew enough to know where to be gentle and where to push and where to simply be silent. Maybe one day she’d remember where she’d put the key and let him in, but for now, Sherlock guarded his partner’s secrets and broken places as fiercely as he protected his own, because he loved her and because he cared for her and because she protected him, too.

[skyriderwednesday]

Oh, hey Mary. That's a nice umbrella. Why are you holding it like that?

Oh, because it's actually a sword? Sick.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The Premier's thin, blue-veined hands were clasped tightly over the ivory head of his umbrella, and his gaunt, ascetic face looked gloomily from Holmes to me. The European Secretary pulled nervously at his moustache and fidgeted with the seals of his watch-chain.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[phoenix27884]

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May Prompts

It's the day of the Fall in the Sherlock fandom...needless to say that today's prompt is fall...

The Luckiest Girl in the world (chapter 4)

Summary: Rosie starts to interact with her uncle in earnest, much to Sherlock and John's delight. Mycroft is not that amused...

Four Years Old

Shortly after our seaside visit, things were set in motion by the British Government, aka Mycroft Holmes. Papers were signed, and a few months before my fourth birthday, I was Sherlock’s legal daughter. My Papa. God, how I love him. Just as much as I love Dad. And the adoption came with more benefits. I got an uncle and two grandparents as well.

My uncle Myc, as I call him, which he wrinkled his nose at in the beginning, is a complex man. Like his younger brother, but also different. The walls around him are thicker and not as easily penetrable as Papa’s. Gaining access to Mycroft Holmes’s heart, is no easy feat. Only a handful of people have managed it, and I’m the last one in line. Walls can indeed fall.

Dad told me how Papa constantly bickered, argued and fought with his brother, but Dad knew there was love there. Uncle Myc did anything in his power to keep Papa safe, and later Dad and me.

When I started to really interact with my uncle, Papa apparently had the time of his life, because at the age of barely four, I had no idea who Mycroft Holmes really was, or what he was capable of. I just saw a pompous man, always dressed in a three-piece suit, and carrying an umbrella. The latter spurred my brain, not to mention my tongue, into action.

“Why do you always have that parasol with you?” I asked and pointed at his umbrella.

Papa rumbled and Dad chuckled. It was Papa who had told me the name of the item. 

“It’s an umbrella, Rosamund,” he said stiffly and glared daggers at his brother, fully knowing who had “taught” me the name.

I didn’t care what the damn thing was called, but stared stubbornly at him and waved a hand, as Papa used to do when he didn’t want to be troubled with trifles.

“Why?” I asked sternly, lifting my chin in challenge.

“Oh, John. That surely is the spitting image of what you looked like when you turned his offer down in that garage all those years ago,” I heard Papa say.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t bother asking, so I continued staring my uncle straight in the eyes, daring him to deny me an answer. 

“You got your stubbornness from your dad,” Papa always says.

Uncle Myc cleared his throat and sat down on the sofa, before he explained some nonsense, I didn’t believe for a second. How the British weather is unpredictable, that he sometimes needed it for support if his leg should, for some reason, give way. At that point Papa and Dad snorted in unison and I rolled my eyes. That got me a tiny hint of a smile. It probably reminded him of his brother when he was my age.

“When you’re old enough, I will take you to the shop that makes these, and let you choose your very own,” he offered in a tone that was supposed to be friendly, but his lack of training in that area, made it sound more like a threat.

***

“Did you see his face, John,” Papa laughed when everyone had left my birthday party.

Dad giggled and was almost unable to answer, clinging to Papa’s arm like it was the only thing preventing him from falling.

“I did! Please tell me he still got surveillance cameras in the flat,” Dad said breathlessly and looked up at Papa with a pleading expression.

Papa bent down and kissed his forehead, and whispered something I couldn’t discern. It clearly contained something sentimental, because Dad cupped Papa’s face and murmured “love you”, before they started laughing again.

The reason for this silly behaviour had everything to do with Nana’s gift. It was an umbrella. Light green, with yellow flowers, green plants, and a white bird with a large beak on the rim. That in itself, wasn’t what got my fathers into a fit of giggles, but rather my outburst after I’d thanked Nana for it.

“Look, uncle Myc! I got one too. Just like yours. “

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[holmesianlove]

Chapter 31 - Retirement (Epilogue)

“The bees were restless this morning. I think a storm might be coming through today,” Sherlock mentioned as he glanced over the print of his newspaper. He didn’t look at John. It was a habit of old. He would start a conversation but continue the task he was on.

“Oh?” John replied, removing his glasses and looking up from his book. He enjoyed this ritual of theirs. “I was going to suggest a stroll to the village for dinner tonight. It’s our anniversary.”

Sherlock let his paper drop down to look over at John. “It’s not. We were married in June, John. You’re too young to be going senile.”

John smirked. “Not that one.”

“How many anniversaries does one have?” Sherlock checked looking confused.

John pulled an item out of his pocket and held it up.

“You know my eyesight isn’t that good,” Sherlock moaned, not even bothering to squint to try and see it.

“And I’ve told you to go back to the optometrist, so it’s your fault entirely isn’t it?” John teased. “You will just have to wait.” He returned the item to his pocket with glee and put his glasses on to return his focus to his book.

Sherlock didn’t move. John could feel him glaring, thinking, brow furrowed, calculating but no retort came.

“In any case, let’s see what the weather does. We still have that lamb I can cook up if the weather is against us,” John suggested.

“I’ve heard they invented a fantastical object that you can hold up and it actually stops you from getting wet in the rain. Marvellous,” Sherlock said full of sarcasm, pulling his newspaper back into line with a smirk.

John snorted and shook his head, and the room returned to its original state - silent companion reading.

Twenty five years to the day, John thought to himself. But he waited. He waited all day.

The rain did come and had set in but the storm had eased off to a more gentle, steady rain. John decided that the stroll would do Sherlock some good anyway. His joints had been freezing up quite a bit lately and he needed to get out and move more. John found their two umbrellas in the cupboard beside the door and waited patiently for Sherlock to make his way down the stairs.

He was wearing a lovely suit. One of John’s favourites. He clearly respected the occasion even if he didn’t remember what it was for.

They strolled hand in hand down the road to the village, mostly in silence, looking around them. The occasional comment would surface, about their neighbour’s property, the farm down the road must have bought more sheep, had the little girl been riding the ponies again, she hadn’t been seen for a while, the pot hole at the junction had gotten bigger and they would need to be mindful of it when they had to drive out for Christmas with Mycroft and his partner. Just general conversation followed by comfortable stretches of silence.

John finally slowed his pace further, bringing them to a halt at the crest before the village. He loved this spot. From here you could see across all the fields. You could see the top of their cottage roof in one direction, and in the other, you could see the village row of shops below. The rain had slowed too, ever so slightly so he put down his umbrella and fished the item out of his pocket, settling himself under the edge of Sherlock's umbrella instead.

Sherlock watched him carefully unable to see what it was but excited for the surprise. John was cupping it secretly in his hand.

“Sherlock Holmes,” John began.

“Yes John Holmes-Watson,” Sherlock interjected with a cheeky smile.

John flashed him an irritated glance. He hated being interrupted. These days, he was likely to lose his train of thought.

“Sherlock Holmes,” he began again. He had practiced this. Over and over. “I was cleaning the spare room out the other day and I found a box of your things. I don’t think it’s been opened since we moved here, since we retired to the country. At least, the dust would say as much. And I found this,” he said, opening his hand and holding the item up so Sherlock could see it. Finally, Sherlock’s eyes began to sparkle with recognition, and a little mist, it seemed.

“I was reminded of the fact that it’s actually been twenty five years,” John continued. “Twenty five years ago you stole this mistletoe and held it above my head,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t see you grab it back out of the snow. I didn’t know you still had it.”

Sherlock’s eyes were glistening properly now. And for once in his life he was speechless.

John gave a gentle smile.

“You were the only man who could make me run without a cane in a matter of hours, or leave the city for a quiet country life together, or get married, despite all my arguments to the contrary. You have always been my exception. To everything. And I thank God every day you stole this bloody mistletoe and showed me how much you needed me. Because I needed you just as much.”

“I know,” Sherlock managed to choke out. He reached over and took the mistletoe from John’s hand. He moved it around in his own hand looking at it like a rare gem. “I forgot I had it, too,” Sherlock sighed. “Poor Molly.”

“She did just fine. Four kids, ten grandkids. She had a good life, Sherlock," John said, with reverence, remembering their friend, passing from cancer only a year ago. "And a much better life, I imagine without you.”

“Hey!” Sherlock grumbled.

“You weren’t meant for her,” John said gently. “You were always meant for me. It just took us a while to find our way.”

“It took you a while,” Sherlock teased.

“Well, maybe if someone stopped drugging my tea, or stealing my laptop, or turning my skin green, I might have noticed,” John said with a smile.

“Oh my goodness, I’d forgotten about the green!” Sherlock exclaimed, chuckling to himself as John rolled his eyes.

“And this is why we have retired. I feel you used those brain cells up at a faster rate than the rest of us,” John teased. “But I was certain you would have had a shelf in the mind palace for Elpheba-John.”

Sherlock snort laughed and John joined in. But then Sherlock stopped laughing and looked lovingly into John’s eyes. He lifted the mistletoe up.

He leaned in part way and John met him in the middle. Under the old, crumpled mistletoe, they shared a chaste, but loving kiss beneath Sherlock’s umbrella.

“There is no one else in this world I would have wanted to marry and retire to the country with, John Watson. It’s always been you. From the very beginning.”

“Watson-Holmes,” John finally corrected. “We agreed. After much argument, I recall. And you know I rarely get to win. So I will keep reminding you.”

“Oh yes. As ever, you are right, my love,” he said, returning the mistletoe safely to his own jacket pocket. "I love you John Watson-Holmes.” He held out a crooked elbow. “Dinner?”

John took it and then rested his head onto his husband’s shoulder as they shared the one umbrella. “Starving,” he said.

And so they began to walk to the village arm in arm to celebrate. Best friends, lovers, husbands, destined to find each other. Always.

The end.

Dear readers - thank you so much for sticking with me across December. I hope you enjoyed this story. It was a new adventure for me, to try and tackle a chapter each day and try to lead it in a direction that linked in some vague way without really knowing where it was going. I have a new appreciation for all of you who do these prompt months on the regular! I’m ready for a break now!! Navigating some Tumblr after all these years has been fun too. So thank you for everyone that engaged with me and made it fun! And thanks @notjustamumj and @totallysilvergirl for enticing me to try it!

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May Prompts (9)

Day 8 here. Day 10 here.

Intimidate

He doesn’t intentionally opt to intimidate, it just comes naturally.

Well, perhaps it’s a bit intentional.

It’s just become second nature over the years. The clothes, the umbrella, the walk, the sneer. They all send a clear message before he even opens his mouth. And when he does speak, he leaves no doubt that he is someone to be feared. It makes his life so much easier, so who can blame him for the overdoing it on occasion. For adding some colour to the otherwise grey days of those he interacts with, even if that colour stems from fear.

From intimidation.

Nearly everyone is susceptible. Even his brother has been known to fall victim on occasion.

But not John Watson. Never John Watson.

He wasn’t sure what to make of it early on, but it’s one of the reasons he now respects the good doctor. Few men can look Mycroft Holmes in the eye without flinching.

He now recognizes that John is a net positive for Sherlock. His brother’s love for his blogger certainly has its downside (nothing short of a broken heart), but John gives Sherlock’s life its colour. Its purpose.

Without John, Mycroft fears his brother will be lost.

And so, he will do all he can to use his (considerable) influence and resources to fix this.

Whatever this is.

Last night he thought he knew. He thought that all he had to do was secure the best medical care in the world and ensure his brother stayed tethered. A single phone call took care of the former while the mere mention of the younger Watson achieved the latter. But, the equation has changed. Someone wants John dead and Sherlock, the most brilliant detective in the world, has no idea why. That, combined with the extreme guilt that is quite obviously resting on his shoulders, means Sherlock needs Mycroft, whether he will admit it or not.

Mycroft straightens his tie and picks up his umbrella. It’s time to find some answers.

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[thefisherqueen]

“Can we help you, Mr. Holmes?” “No, no! Darkness and Dr. Watson's umbrella—my wants are simple. And Ames, the faithful Ames, no doubt he will stretch a point for me. All my lines of thought lead me back invariably to the one basic question—why should an athletic man develop his frame upon so unnatural an instrument as a single dumb-bell?”

Sherlock Holmes' idea of doing science: sitting in the dark crime scene by himself, thinking and probably smoking way too much

Am so curious what he's planning to do with the umbrella

[adealiz]

Sherlock characters meet Don't Starve universe! (my second most favourite survival game after Minecraft) Cuz why not??

KEEP READING if you want to know their special character perks and quotes! :33

Sherlock Holmes - Immortal Detective

special item ,,Billy the Skull" - ,,I wonder why I keep you around."

upon death Sherlock can revive once, consuming the special item, after revival he recieves 50 points of all stats and 20 second invulnerability ,,AH! That's why I keep you around, my friend!"

He can keep the ,,Broken Billy Skull" but it will drain his sanity - ,,Unlike you, I'm known to be indestructible."

overall looses sanity very easily but he's rarely hungry ,,Body is just a transport, a burden to any great mind."

Doesn't need the science machine, all recipes are available from the start ,,People fill their minds with all kinds of grabage."

special food recipe ,,Eye Tea" (restores 30 sanity and 1 hunger) ,,Surprisingly good"

John Watson - Trusty Doctor

has a sanity buff that is shared with other players when they are nearby ,,You're a drama queen. Calm down and let's do this."

carries his gun and couple of healing salves

special item ,,SIG Sauer P226" - Gun that has low damage but stuns enemies. It doesn't need ammo but it has an internal cooldown and it can be used on enemy only once ,,It would be unfair to use it twice. Soldier has morale."

when his health falls below 50 he begins to limp and looses movement speed ,,Ouch, my leg is acting up"

special craftable item ,,The trusty cane" - removes any movement debuffs when carried

High damage when fighting with ally, lowered stats when fighting alone ,,Why would anyone need to be alone?"

Jim Moriarty - Criminal King

can befriend any hostile monster and monsters basic stance towards him is neutral. Tamed monsters will follow him around and protect him (special item ,,Crown jewels" talisman to tame any monster, it has 5 ingame days cooldown)

Otherwise fiendly/neutral entities attack him and see him as enemy

weak attack stat, lowered stats overall

nonstop insane ( nightmare monsters don't attack him tho) ,,I'm insane, you're just getting that now??"

If he doesn't kill anything or doesn't tame new monster in five ingame days, he will become bored and kills himself ,,Staying alive...so boring isn't it?

spiders really like him, he doesn't need to tame them for them to follow him around ,,These creatures are very relatable"

Mycroft Holmes - Ice Man

has a ,,Stylish umbrella" - provides resistance to rain and respect from the Queen ,,This is England, pocket umbrella is obligatory."

can dethrone pig king, pigs in his radius become his allies. They follow him around, protect him and give him gifts

has an assistant Anthea - gold fish that sometimes brings him random items ,,I don't need friends if I have goldfish."

Can get easily hungry, needs a lot more food than any other character ,,The diet is going just fine."

takes increased damage from monsters and inflicts decreased damage ,,Shame I don't do legwork."

is more resilient to cold, cannot die from cold but his health will drop to minimum ,,Ah, finally a tolerable weather."

[angryducktimemachine]

I'm an AroAce Holmes (and not interested in anything like kissing) Believer, unfortunately I also think it'd be incredibly funny to do that one meme of a guy holding an umbrella over a couple kissing with Holmes and Watson as the couple and maybe Mycroft holding the umbrella. (<- would just really like to draw Mycroft.)

[dross-the-fish]

"He falls in love easily and sometimes will project that there is an emotional connection when really all the other person feels is lust because Adam doesn't initially understand lust and love as separate concepts and tends to conflate the two."

I shake Adam's hand very happily. I'm greysexual myself, but the way you explained your OC's sexuality really resonated with me. Always wonderful to see some ace rep, especially in the world of goth lit, which likes to add unnecessary love interests and weird sexual subplots [glares at a lot of old Jekyll and Hyde media].

If you have anything else you'd like to share about your ace and/or aro characters, I'd love to read about it! Or perhaps a drabble of Adam holding up the demisexual flag would be cute. :D

This made me tear up a little. I feel like I repeatedly have to justify making Adam grey-ace to some people and while I know it's not a big deal it has been really disheartening to have people reject and ignore that part of the character. Thank you so much.

Some more about Adam: While he does enjoy it sex is not a requirement in a relationship, he is perfectly happy to just have a companion and gets as much fulfillment out of just spending time with them and cuddling them as he would a sexual relationship.

Other aro/ace characters and relationships.

Jekyll/Hyde is on the aromantic spectrum and if he does form relationships they fall under the queerplatonic umbrella and he is not interested in being exclusive or monogamous.

Watson and Holmes are also queerplatonic in my AU with Holmes being aro/ace but Watson is his most important relationship and Watson, despite having conventional hetero relationships has something with Holmes he's never had with anyone else.

[ravenlilyrose]

Sherlock’s thought process:

I have acquired a child

Children benefit from having two parents.

Who shall I cast as this child’s mother.

Watson shall be the child’s mother.

[were--ralph]

yr current dilemma reminds me of a scene in sherlock holmes (the books) where it's revealed sherlock doesn't know dick about astrology (and is upset when watson tries to teach him). like, some things are just not Required to be Known

i mean astrology feels like tarot where it definitely is not real but humans found a way to make it kind of real in that faux way of giving it an explanation in every situation so like. yes it technically applies here and also there but its under such an umbrella that it's hard to disprove it.

but honestly like yeah my believing that its ai generated is literally not harming anyone but also not serving any purpose whatsoever because that's usually what opinions should do. like. who cares if i think werewolves are real (i do not) its not going to result in anything except me maybe going in the woods and being whisked away by a burly lumberjack who is alone and craves the touch of another but turned his back on society and lives in solitude with not even an animal companion to keep him company. like yes i can fix him, but that's literally no one's business besides ours

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not a BBC Sherlock fan anymore, but absolutely love Sherlock Holmes and Holmes/Watson content in other adaptations.

So, alas, blacklisting the BBC Sherlock tag doesn't really help, because I am still interested in Sherlock Holmes, and not everyone tags their posts as BBC Sherlock specifically when they post something related to it (not blaming anyone for that - I get how tiring it can be to tag the whole thing everytime you post/reblog something - but still.)

I can't even filter the johnlock tag (despite not shipping johnlock in the show anymore) because even people who post Holmes/Watson posts in other adaptations, they tag those as johnlock too (like granada johnlock, etc.) and I don't want to be missing out on them.

I'm not really going anywhere with this hehe. Just a rambling. I still seeing my old friends from the BBC Sherlock fandom (you included) on my dash.

Have a good day!

Hey Nonny *hugs*

Ugh, I'm sorry that searching has become harder for you. I can understand the frustration you're having... perhaps instead you need to filter further NOT by ship tags but by relationships?

If you go to AO3's search page start narrowing it down by Fandom:

This example I just typed Sherlock, so you could choose the specific fandom or various fandom (you can select multiple ones, it will show up with an "x" next to it, then just start typing another one).

THEN, scroll down a bit more, and select from the "Relationship" section:

The "/" means romantic ship (a "slash ship") and the "&" is a platonic / friendship ship (note that some "pre-slash" fics tag them with the ampersand). That should help narrow down your search a lot more than just typing in tags.

In fairness, a LOT of authors use "Sherlock Holmes and Related Fandoms" tag BECAUSE it is an umbrella fandom, so you HAVE to narrow it down more to the specific adaptation you're looking for fics for. Using both seems to work better, I find.

And in defence of authors, Johnlock is the most-known ship tag for them, so you WILL get everything from everywhere. You're best off to make SURE you're using the relationship filter to narrow it down rather than just typing in "Johnlock" as a general tag search.

Unless of course this is ALL already what you're doing then I'm just a fool who can't read LOL 🙃

That all said, I am sorry you're having a hard time finding what you need (and to be fair, my blog isn't the best place to find non-BBC Johnlock fics, LOL) BUT I do really appreciate you still enjoying my content enough to follow me although BBCS isn't your jam anymore <3

I hope I helped a BIT, and it's totally okay to come here and ramble. Surely there are other kindred spirits and maybe your ask helped them find what they're looking for <3

Have a fantastic day, Nonny *hugs*

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 7

[day 6] [day 8]

prompts: routine | colorful | energy and

picture prompt: by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

A/N: first i struggled with finding anything to write to these prompts and suddenly i had an idea where i could use all of them??? wth?? i don't get my brain. also: I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!!

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John was in detention. He was the only one there and his teacher had left the room twelve minutes ago and still hasn't come back. Maybe she had left the school building already. Who knows.

Now John was sitting there, long done with his stupid assignment, letting his lazy gaze drift out of the window. The rain was absolutely pouring and John made a face when he thought about biking home in this weather.

Just this moment his teacher came back. "Done with your assignment, Mr. Watson?"

"Yes. Can I go home now?"

"No, you know you can't."

"Yeah, but don't you wanna go home as well, Mrs.?"

"Well, I suppose I couldn't help it, if you went to an extremely long bathroom break..."

John Watson was already on his way out before she had even finished her sentence. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Hudson! See you Thursday!"

John jumped outside and headed to his bike behind the rugby field. He kept his head low, so his hood would protect his face but suddenly he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and... couldn't believe his eyes.

There was a boy... dancing?! On the rugby field?! WITH AN UMBRELLA IN HIS HAND???John was about to open his mouth and yell at the boy if he had gone insane, when the boy jumped, making a split in the air.

Amazed John shook his head, with his mouth slightly open. The boy turned, his limbs in perfect posture - apparently he had internalized the whole dance routine. There was a certain strength and elegance in his energy flow, only ballet dancers could pull off. It was then that John realized the umbrella wasn't at all for protection from the weather - rather it was a tool to support his dance... it swung through the air, pointed at the sky, grazed the earth one- two- three times. With its bright rainbow design it brought a colorful spot into the dull rainy weather, which had painted everything gray.

John continued watching the boy dancing until the dancer was finished. He realized he had been staring, when the dancer lifted his head and caught his eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, swinging the umbrella one more time, so it landed gracefully on his shoulder the boy made his way towards John. Said boy still gazed at him, unable to pull his eyes off. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "That...", he searched for the right word "... was amazing." Simple but true.

The dancer looked carefully surprised. "You think so?"

"Yes, of course it was. It was... extraordinary, quite extraordinary."

"That's not what people normally say when they see a male ballet dancer."

"What do people normally say?"

The dancer looked away, "Piss off." His voice was steady but John thought he heard a hurt undertone. "I'm sorry- Who are you?", the dancer asked

"Oh! Uhm... John. I am John Watson.", John held his hand out. "And your name is...?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

John raised his eyebrows at that odd name. "Well, would you like to walk together for a while, Sherlock?"

Sherlock considered for a second... shrugged and offered his umbrella to John.

"Let's." he simply said. And so they did, sharing one rainbow colored umbrella like they didn't know it any other way.

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funfact: before i went to bed last night i was like "i have to look at the prompts for tomorrow!!! maybe i have some cool dream i could use!!!" weeelll... guess who half dreamt of an ballet dancing sherlock in the rain xD

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