#raine watson

[holmosexualitea]

Rainy day walk in the park with John, Sherlock and Rosie.

[epiclad]

The least depressing sendoff I could muster. Thanks for all the great memories, detective.

[takerfoxx]

This hurts, man. I love all of Hololive, but Myth are my girls. They're what led me down this rabbit hole. And Amelia in many ways has been the cornerstone of Myth, an innovative trailblazer who is, in many ways, the protagonist of HoloEN.

I'm glad that she's remaining on good terms with Cover and can come backfor the occasional special event, but it just won't be the same without everyone's favorite time-traveling gremlin detective.

Note: edited with corrections based on her clarification.

HoloMyth 4ever.

[papa-evershed]

TOP FIVE FAVORITE RJC CHARACTERS as voted for by fandom in the RJC birthday poll

» Happy 47th Birthday to Robert James-Collier «

[arttsuka]

Continuation kinda from this post

His skin color is still very experimental (also my markers suck a little so not a ton of options either)

[consult-sherlockholmes]

How was your day with Rosie? I'll be there soon.

Quite an instructive day. First we had a fire safety exercise, not because I nearly set fire to the kitchen.

We later took a rainy evening walk in Regent's park, and Rosie wanted to pick up every single snail from the pavement so people would not step on them. We picked up about 32 snails and put them back into the grass, plus some additional earthworms that weren't bisected yet. Although they will most likely crawl back onto the pavement in their suicidal snail endeavours, but it made Rosie happy to save them. Then Rosie asked me to solve the case of the snails who had already met their demise under someone's shoe, and we determined that the suspect wears shoes size 8 most likely sneakers brand Nike.

When will you be home? Should I order some takeaway? Attempting to cook something might result in another fire drill. The microwave may or may not be a little melted. And one of the tea towels might have turned to ash, randomly and inexplicably.

[texaschainsawmascara]

When facing extreme distress caused by drug abuse, mental illness or other psychological factors, the brain might grow desensitized to both positive and negative stimuli as a primitive, last resort attempt to maintain functionality. This might make one appear apathetic, insensitive and generally blind to the problems of others – the narrator emphasizes that he feels his colleague’s pain, but due to own issues is unable to react appropriately. - Heaven Beside You, Alice In Chains song analysis

Take Care of Yourself - Le Siren / Heaven Beside You, Rain When I Die - Alice In Chains / FANTAZIA - Roy Blair / 4.48 Psychosis - Sarah Kane / Nokia - Matt Watson / In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins / The Silence of the Lambs - Thomas Harris / Hate Myself, Lie - NF

[immaculate-benediction-batch]

It Can't Rain All the Time

We walked the narrow path

Beneath the smoking skies

Sometimes you can barely tell the difference

Between darkness and light

Do you have faith

In what we believe?

The truest test is when we cannot

When we cannot see

I hear pounding feet in the

In the streets below, and the

And the women crying, and the

And the children know that there

There's something wrong, and

It's hard to belive that love will prevail

Oh, it won't rain all the time

The sky won't fall forever

And though the night seems long

Your tears won't fall forever

Oh, when I'm lonely

I lie awake at night

And I wish you were here

I miss you

Can you tell me

Is there something more to belive in?

Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the

In the streets below, and the

And the window breaks, and

And a woman falls, there's

There's something wrong, it's

It's so hard to belive that love will prevail

It won't rain all the time

The sky won't fall forever

And though the night seems long

Your tears won't fall

Your tears won't fall

Your tears won't fall forever

Last night I had a dream

You came into my room

You took me into your arms

Whispering and kissing me

And telling me to still belive

But then the emptiness of a burning sea

Against which we see our darkest of sadness

Until I felt safe and warm

I fell asleep in your arms

When I awoke I cried again

For you were gone

Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time

The sky won't fall forever

And though the night seems long

Your tears won't fall forever

It won't rain all the time

The sky won't fall forever

And though the night seems long

Your tears won't fall

Your tears won't fall

Your tears won't fall forever

[strangeexx]

[lisbeth-kk]

At the start of May, I was too deep into my travels to have the time to write. As a passenger for miles and miles, I have the perfect excuse to catch up.

May 1 prompt: rain

Making sure

It’s been two months since Sherlock came back from his faked death. He’d thought that John would be happy to see him again, but he wasn’t. Wary, shocked, angry, sad and hesitant were some of the emotions visible on John’s face.

Sherlock knows that John hates his new flat, and he’s asked John to move back home. Back to 221B. Until now, John’s been deflecting whenever Sherlock brings it up. Today however, Sherlock’s determined to get a straight answer. He can’t sleep, and the flat feels empty without John in it.

They meet in Regent’s Park. As of late, John’s posture is rigid. His hands behind his back or buried deep in his jacket pockets. He flinches and almost hyperventilates when he sees Sherlock arriving. When Sherlock greets him, John’s arms automatically falls from behind his back, his fists clenches and he shoves his hands violently into his pockets. Sherlock can’t help but wonder what that means.

«You asked to see me,» John states neutrally.

«I want you to come home, John,» Sherlock says quietly. «Baker Street isn’t the same without you, and you’re clearly not enjoying your new lodgings. It reminds you if that awful bedsit you had when you came back from Afghanistan.»

John rubs his neck and sighs.

«It’s not that easy, Sherlock. I still see you fall almost every night. I…um…may need to…»

He trails off, and the penny drops.

«You’ll need to touch me, take my pulse to make sure I’m alive,» Sherlock states. «I made you go through this, and I don’t mind. Anything you need, John.»

Sherlock reaches out a hand to John, palm up. John only hesitates for a moment before he almost hungrily grabs Sherlock’s wrist and finds his pulse with his thumb. John’s body relaxes visibly and he takes a deep breath. He looks at Sherlock with a serious expression.

«Are you sure about this? It might be a bit…um…intimidating,» John says self consciously.

Sherlock cocks an eyebrow at him.

«I think I can handle it, as long as you come home, John,» Sherlock affirms.

Sherlock loves having John back in the flat. Whenever John passes by him, Sherlock displays one hand for John to touch if he needs to. He always took it the first three days, but of late he seems content with just to touch Sherlock on random places. His shoulders, neck, back, upper arms, and on one memorable occasion threading fingers through his curls.

***

Lestrade calls one cold and rainy night, and minutes later Sherlock and John sit in a cab to their first crime scene since Sherlock’s return. By looking at a photo and some ash on the carpet, Sherlock’s able to deduce where the culprits are.

«Amazing,» John beams at him, and Sherlock feels his eyes prick.

God, he’s missed this!

They end up chasing the two criminals down a narrow alley. The heavy rain makes the cobble stones slippery. The man before John stumbles and falls, and John’s on him like an angry grizzly bear. Donovan’s right behind him, and John leaves it to her to deal with him, and chases after Sherlock and the other man. At the end of the alley, Lestrade and another officer have taken care of the man.

Where the hell is Sherlock?

John freezes when he sees a lanky shape lying motionless on the ground.

«No, no, no,» John growls as he kneels by Sherlock’s side.

He bleeds a bit from his temple, his eyes are closed and his arm’s outstreched. It’s almost a spitting image of him at the pavement outside Bart’s. With desperate fingers John searches for Sherlock’s pulse. At first he can’t find it and starts sobbing and hyperventilating, simultaniously trying to call Sherlock’s name. John thinks he finds a weak pulse, but to be sure he leans over and puts his lips to the pulse point on Sherlock’s neck under his right ear.

«Stay with me, you hear,» John whispers in Sherlock’s ear. «Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.»

Sherlock does and opens his eyes.

«John,» he mutters. «I’m alright. Just a bit dizzy. Take me home. I’m soaked and freezing.»

John releases a shaky breath, helps Sherlock to stand, but doesn’t let go of his hand.

***

When Sherlock comes out from the bathroom, John’s leaning heavily on the kitchen table with his hands. His back shakes, and Sherlock strides over to him. He places both hands on John’s shoulders, slides them down his back and then around his waist, pulling him in, placing his chin on John’s right shoulder. John leans into Sherlock’s chest and entwines their fingers together.

«You’ll need me close tonight,» Sherlock murmurs. «And I you.»

He turns John around to face him, bends down and kisses his forehead tenderly, before he leads John to his bedroom.

Thanks for the prompt @notjustamumj

[frozentothetouch]

continuation of this

[rainingmusic]

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive

[shironezuninja]

I haven’t even found the perfect version of “Good King Wenceslas” to listen to after The Roaches.

[tenth-sentence]

All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life, and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.

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

[snivyartjpeg]

you are so based fr yuma has the perfect embodiment of self love

YES!!! the fact that the first person to reach out to makoto and help (with full trust in him??? omg) was the very version of himself he wanted to kill actually makes me ill. look it's about enemies to lovers despite being one and the same it's about the inherent eroticism of swordfighting to the death it's about coming to an understanding of oneself through each other it's about separating yourself from the circumstances of your birth only to watch it come back to bite you it's about makoto's playfulness vs number 1's coldness vs yuma's earnestness it's about number 1 being so full of pure love and empathy yet so devoid of trust that it took casting away his entire past to even entertain the idea of sharing his burdens because if he didn't he'd just be makoto it's about martyrdom and vulnerability and mind games and being so determined to save everyone together at the expense of themselves

and also it's hot 😎 thanks for coming to my ted talk

[sylvae]

super relaxing start to the holiday