#sherl what u doing

[mr-president]

i’m geniunely shocked that this got notes at all and hope u all know that i haven’t done a lick of my awful french hw in favor of writing a 3 page analysis on fucking pokemon XD for an ask.

anyway, here are some footnotes/nitpicks:

When I say that “Pokémon are the proletariat,” I don’t necessarily mean that humans in this statement are included. Yes, some humans are certainly the bourgeois, but for the most part, the trainers of Orre are also oppressed by the ruling class. I’d compare this to irl, where there is no middle class—only a class of laborers and the owning class.

This includes a lot of Cipher’s Peons as well, as even though they are oppressors, they can be considered something akin to the “middle class that benefits off of perpetuating the oppression of others,” even if they too are entrenched in oppression because there is no “true” middle class.

I am using “middle class” not in the colloquial sense as simply part of some kind of wealth “bracket”—that’s a very liberal idea that relies on taxation as a means of defining class. Rather than “the modes of production” (aka labor) versus who controls labor/capital. Basically, you know how you’re closer to being poor than being rich? How one bad injury or becoming disabled could mean your financial ruin? That’s what I mean.

Phenac City in Pokémon XD, when it’s citizens are gradually replaced by members of Cipher, is a direct metaphor for gentrification, on top of Phenac already being a “gentrified” area. The original inhabitants of the city are literally displaced, trapped in a basement, and their likeness and roles are stolen/replaced. This echoes how corporations, if a community refuses and protests to abide by their “warnings,” will literally often detain them or forcibly move them out and replace members of the community with their own. Even the mayor—what little government Phenac had—is removed because in the face of overwhelming capitalism, limited governments/small governments are crushed and replaced by the bourgeois.

Agate is the only town that actually has some level of greenery to it, and it’s also the only place that Cipher could never really get a hold of. It’s also home to the “Relic Stone,” which naturally purifies shadow Pokémon. I’m inclined to believe that this is another example of a commune, although without a government. It’s like, an eco-anarchist commune. Nature is important and all that shit. Idk I’m tired.

The police in both XD and Colosseum—being Sherles and Johnson—show that even well meaning cops with some amount of actual power don’t provide any means of real protection or change for a low-income community. Sherles pretty much sits at his desk and lets either Wes or Michael basically do his work for him (despite meaning well and supposedly being committed to duty or whatever), while Johnson is more devoted to actual police work but is incapable of having his community respect him and also just generally being incompetent. Like, they’re well meaning, but fucking useless at solving the Cipher issue. Johnson in particular is portrayed as a complete fool, and Pyrite only becomes less shitty thanks to the increased respect of its press.

*Crashes into whatever space you are living in and plasters the hole with duct tape.

Tell me about your Marxist analysis on pokemon XD

:3

i live in a college dorm please pay for the wall or they’re gonna charge me $10000+ please please pls pl

anyway.

I’d like to first establish that the Pokémon in Pokémon XD are something akin the proletariat—the working/laboring class. Pokémon XD and Colosseum introduce the mechanic of “shadow Pokémon,” where Pokémon are literally manufactured in a factory that “closes their hearts,” turning them into nothing but mindless battle machines. Shadow Pokémon are aggressive, may attack opposing trainers, and hurt themselves in their rage.

This is all for a pokémon that is nothing but a mindless battle machine—it is literally separating pokémon from their labor. The Pokémon’s personhood (Pokemonhood?) is dismissed simply for the value they possess in exerting power. in addition to the fact that shadow Pokémon are both laborers and products that are sold and distributed, and this echoes how the labor of the proletariat are devalued, seen as “lessers” merely to be used. They are just as much products as they are the means of production.

There’s also the fact that shadow Pokémon aren’t created from conception however—they’re pokémon that were stolen from their trainers and turned into shadow Pokémon. So, in a sense, Pokemon XD comments how the modes of production require foul play in order to sustain constant productivity, and the proletariat are then manipulated and morphed by the bourgeoisie, stolen from their homes, and have the burden placed on their shoulders. Of course, I’m going very surface level with this analysis but you can read the stealing of Pokémon for shadow Pokémon production in other ways.

Anyway, what makes Pokémon XD, and the GameCube Pokémon games in general, different from most other Pokémon media is just how different the orre region is because orre is uniquely low-income.

This is more apparent in the first game, Pokémon Colosseum, where every location is rife with some level of crime and poverty. The buildings are often dated and worn down, there are no established roads between areas (you have to motorbike/scooter through barren desert), the land is so dry and barren that no wild Pokémon exist within the region, and—importantly—the people of orre are rude.

This is less apparent in XD because Michael is a literal child, but in Colosseum, a large portion of NPCs insult and belittle Wes or Rui. In a sense, Colosseum comments how people in poverty can’t afford to be “nice”—niceness itself is a luxury, and this is also highlighted in the high crime rate in Orre. Even Wes himself is a thief and probably murderer, even if the game never explicitly shows anyone dying.

But the brunt of Orre’s poverty however is how a massive global corporation such as Cipher can operate and fly under the radar in orre. Orre does not have the means nor power to stop Cipher from setting up their main base of operations there because unlike every other pokémon region, there is no established “league” or “government.”

So of course the people of Orre buy into Cipher’s plans and often propagate shadow Pokémon because there is nothing else they can do. It’s them versus this massive corporation that suddenly started taking over and buying up land and stealing their Pokémon if they don’t comply (they do this with Duking).

The inhabitants of Orre then too must operate within Cipher outside their own volition. It’s akin to how the bourgeois in the real world occupy low-income areas, buy out every other property, and eventually take over every aspect of a region. When more rural land owners don’t comply, the bourgeois will develop as close to their property as possible and drive them out of their conformity.

Even the location of Phenac City is a literal gentrified area, the only city in the deep desert that has water and literally housed the region head of a global organization. For what is the most “developed” modern city in the game (that isn’t built into a fucking tree), it makes sense that it would be run by Cipher in this way. It allows Cipher to operate on a level of plausible deniability—haven’t they brought this wonderful city to Orre? Haven’t they helped its people? Perhaps corporations can be good for “helping” people via charity.

All they gotta do is give a Pokémon or two (or steal a Pokémon or two) to Cipher and never say anything about their rulers.

This is the Orre region. It isn’t just one city taken over by a big bad—this is an entire Pokémon region and its main trade being completely at the mercy of a global corporation.

It’s important to note just how wealthy, then, Cipher is. Specifically, its CEO—Grandmaster Greevil. Also known as the wealthy philanthropist—Mr. Verich.

Michael meets Greevil as Mr. Verich, whose bodyguard saves him from a street thug. This is painted as an act of kindness or charity—like kissing a baby on camera—but this deed becomes much more insidious when it’s revealed that Mr. Verich manufactured the whole situation in the first place. That street thug attacked Michael because he wanted to show off a shadow Pokémon. Mr. Verich only saved Michael so that the presence of shadow Pokémon wouldn’t alert the public.

Billionaires perform acts of charity as a smokescreen for the actual harm they may cause, whilst endearing themselves to the public eye. For Greevil, saving Michael just so happened to coincide with his intended goal that doubled as a means to increase his public image.

Greevil is also very well liked by the people of Orre, especially in Gateon Port. The sailors at the diner all cheer his name because Mr. Verich will often pay for all of their tabs, letting them eat free for the day. The novelist, a friend of Michael’s, calls Mr. Verich interesting and intends to write a book idolizing the man’s good deeds and character. There’s an old woman who’s in love with Mr. Verich—people fucking love this guy for existing and being rich.

The bourgeois’ charity is not only celebrated but idolized—worshipped, but this “kindness” is merely an act to further their control. Mr. Verich isn’t merely doing this out of the kindness of his heart nor as a smokescreen for his more nefarious side—it’s so he can gain control over the only means of trade Orre has so that he may distribute shadow Pokémon globally more easily. The rich can not only “afford” niceness, but this niceness itself is a commodity that can be bought using wealth to gain more capital.

So in XD, Michael essentially acts as a “union man” by unionizing the pokémon in an act of ideological un-brainwashing via “purification”, which “opens the heart” of a shadow pokémon. The act of purification in XD is interesting because it emphasizes community between pokémon, synergizing their strengths and weaknesses into something impenetrable, and healing them from being mindless laborers for capitalism.

Michael is uniquely free from capitalistic forces for two reasons 1) he’s a child and therefore able to “imagine a world without capitalism,” and 2) he kinda grew up in a commune. Like, if you think about it, the purification lab is a self-sustaining commune that supports its inhabitants and encourages gradual but effective scientific progression in the Purify Chamber. Michael is the “big Communism builder,” and the Purification Pokémon lab is the commune.

I think the difference in scientific progression of the Purification Lab compared to Cipher’s Shadow Pokémon Lab also needs to be stated:

The creation of XD001–Shadow Lugia—and the mass production of shadow pokémon also illustrates how science and scientific “progress” is largely determined by what the top 1% will put their money into. How streamlined scientific progress is for the Pokémon equivalent of mass bioweapons.

But, in the uniquely communist society that Michael grew up in, Pokemon XD reveals that communism is not a stalling of scientific progress but simply a change in the intentions of it. In a capitalistic society, science is driven by capital and the bourgeois. In a communist society, science is driven by a mutual interest in a common societal “good.”

tldr;

[topsyturvy-turtely]

june challenge - day 2

[based on this prompt list. check out my contribution for day 1]

2. pet names

john was cooking. lasagna along with some salad. everything was almost done. the only thing left, was a bit of seasoning for the salad.

"sherlock, could you hand me salt and pepper, please?"

sherlock was sitting at the kitchen table, looking into his microscope. his equipment was spread all over the table, but the salt and pepper was out of reach. well, out of reach for john - sherlock would just need to stretch out his arm and could hand him salt and pepper.

but of course he didn't.

"sherlock? could you hand me salt and pepper please?", this time he put more stress into his request.

still nothing from sherlock.

"hellooo? earth to sherlock?! could you please just stretch your arm out so i can finish dinner?", john's voice now had an annoyed undertone and he waved his hand next to sherlock's face. of course john could just walk around the table and get it himself, but by now this was a matter of principle. he had cooked lasagna, damnit! it is not like asking your boyfriend to stretch out his arm once would be a too difficult task to request.

"oh come on sherlock, love, could you just hand me the goddamn salt?"

with a jerky movement sherlock whipped his head around. his eyes were big, his face blank and his mouth was slightly open. this made john feel a bit worried.

"wha- what is it, sherl-? are you okay?"

the detective looked utterly shocked. the eye contact was making john feel almost uncomfortable. was sherlock mad? john had no idea and didn't know how to react so he pointed across the table. "uh, the salt please, love?"

sherlock blinked.

and blinked again.

and then ten times more.

"yeah, this is getting a bit scary now.", john said, trying to ease the atmosphere that was suddenly ten degrees hotter.

sherlock continued staring at him. god, he loved his eyes. but sometimes having eye contact was a real challenge for john. why was he staring at him like that?!

sherlock inhaled sharply. Then he gulped. Then he opened his lips and there was a click of his tongue to hear. this was really weird...

"sooo, in fact- yo-you mean...", sherlock stumbled over his words.

john was confused. why was sherlock suddenly stuttering? he smiled at him anyways: "hm, yes?"

"i'm your..."

john didn't know where this was going but nodded encouragingly.

"i'm your... i'm your love?", sherlock finally managed to say.

john was surprised. so this was about the pet name?

"sherlock...", john said hesitantly. he stepped closer to his still sitting boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"yeah, of course you are. 'course. you are my love.", he said and to emphasize he pecked sherlock's lips once. sherlock was still a beautiful statue of shock and john chuckled.

"can you hand me the salt now, love?", he asked again. this time using the pet name purposefully.

the detective blinked again but finally reached out to grab the seasonings.

"thank you, my heart.", the doctors said with a smirk in his voice. john simply couldn't resist making this utterly brilliant man absolutely speechless with these sweet little words of affection.

to top it off john kissed sherlock's cheek, then - with an enamored smile - turned around and finally finished dinner.

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yay, fluff! ✨ thanks for reading! 💚 do you see what i did there? *whispers* rEfeReNceS 🤭 i thought these two kinda weren't the typical couple calling each other by pet names. but this scenario seemed likely to me. lmk what you think! i will try to write the part for day 3 today sorry for being already a day late... 🙃

you should check out @timberva's post for day one, which is also based on that prompt list i found up there.

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[morri-mclelland]

hello, i hope you're having a lovely day!

F, M, S, and U for the fanfic ask game!!

@sherl-grey It was a really good day. I got my reading glasses, so now I should be able to comfortably look at my laptop to be able to type stories :) I hope yours was lovely as well.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Sure! Basic premise is that a tired 11th Doctor is tired of being jerked around by the universe, so with the brilliance of the wonderful Rory, is convinced that he actually deserves to be really happy. So he starts visiting past adventures to give a more favorable outcome. What he wasn't expecting however was a meeting with an old friend. ;)

If everything goes well, I'm hoping to start actually writing this soon, but I plan on having a bit more of Turn of Eternity uploaded first.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

I am almost embarrassed to admit this, but I love the whole travel back in time to redo our mistakes and the 4th wall break of reading/watching the source material. Not sure when it started but I like them.

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

By far the hardest question because for the most part I love every author I read from, so we'll go with the ones I find I return to over and over again. One of these days I plan on making a Fic Rec List so that they are all in one place :)

@ask-the-almighty-google Aelwyn over on AO3, especially the Vignettes Series. There are a couple of stories in there that I absolutely adore and find myself reading any time I need an IV of fluff.

@lumendea has a wonderful universe that has been built in Guardians of the Universe. I love how intricate the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey is all kept straight in its own way. I am also patiently watching a couple other stories and waiting for the possibility of them being updated. Lots of love and fluff.

@allegoricalrose I adore the level of detail put into all the stories I've read.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

So, not just a dialogue, but a small snippet from the next chapter of Turn of Eternity - Christmas Invasion Part 1 -- continued under the cut cause it's a tad long but I like it.

A conversation between Jackie and Rose while the Doctor is unconscious. I'm particularly proud of this set of lines because it shows that Rose can actually make a decision on her own regarding what she wants for her life. And having her stand up to Jackie, even in this small way, is always good for the girl's confidence. I love Jackie, I do, and Camille Coduri is amazing, but Jackie is super overbearing and quite critical of her daughter, contributing to Rose's lower self-esteem, so any way to show that Rose is her own person is a bonus. Part of my ToE story is to show that the travel and everything that she sees is causing her to grow as a person, and to grow up from the child-like girl we first see to the woman we start getting hints of in series 4 when she is dimension-hopping. It's difficult, but should provide an interesting challenge, plus the ever-meddling Tardis is always there to take Rose's side.

“Why don’t you go Christmas shopping with Mickey? Been a while since you two went out on a date,” Jackie called from the kitchen.

Rose rolled her eyes as she watched the coverage of the Guinevere One Space Probe, “That’s because he and I aren’t together anymore. We haven’t been together for months, and even before I left, we were having issues.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, but he loves you, and he doesn’t get enough time to spend with you before you run off and leave us again,” the elder Tyler spun around to look at her daughter with her hands on her hips, her anger at the younger girl a tangible force in the small kitchen. “And what were you thinking, the last time I saw you, you slammed that blasted box closed on my face. You told Mickey you were willing to die for the Doctor. And then you disappear, only to show up again months later, no calls, no letting us know that you were alive. Why, Rose? Why are you so willing to keep this life?”

Rose shot a hard look at her mother, unwilling to back down from this conversation. “I was thinking that my life, the man I loved, was in trouble, and that I would stop at nothing to protect him. I didn’t slam the doors in your face, if none of you want to believe me about the Tardis being sentient, as well as being able to control what happens with herself, including shutting her doors, that’s on you. As for no phone calls, I left here, months ago for you, but hours ago for me. I saved him and we pretty much returned here right after, so when would I have been able to call you?” Rose sighed, “I love this life, I love being able to help all different kinds of people. This is who I am meant to be. And as for Mickey, that’s fine, Mum, and if he can’t get over me, that’s his problem. I’m sorry for giving him hope that we would be together again and stringing him along, but I have moved on. I am finally living a life that I choose for myself, not one that is someone else’s plan, and I intend to stick with it for as long as he’ll let me. Everything I’ve learned, everything I’ve seen and done, the people I’ve helped save, I won’t give that up until I have to.”

“But what about a family? A home, and children?”

Rose shrugged, “If it happens, it happens. I’m not going to push it either way, but I love that alien laying in my bed, and if it doesn’t happen with him, then I don’t think I ever want it.”

“Rose, you’re a shop girl from the Estates. You don’t have your degree, you never really paid attention in school. What makes you think that you can do all that? What happens when you can’t keep up with him?”

“I’m sorry, Mum, I’m sorry that I’m not the daughter you wanted, but I am who I am. I stand up for what’s right, and I help whoever I can. I have seen the end of the Earth, and saved the world in 1869 in a dungeon in Cardiff with Charles Dickens. I watched one of the most important battles in Japanese history, and walked under hundred foot frozen waves on one of the most beautiful planets that I’ve ever dreamed of. And with your help, I was able to help save London in our time. Mum, this is what I love doing, and he is who I love being with. This is my choice, he is my choice.”

“Have you told him?”

“Not yet, but I will.”

“Hmm…”

[iamdorka]

Meeting his family for the first time (Dom headcanon)

“Hii! could you please do something with dom? like meeting his family for the first time? thank u!”

-      You considered yourself as a person who likes to meet new people and for who it’s a really easy process because you can really get along with anybody easily.

-      But there is a thing, when you are not at your best you can easily overthink literally everything, so when Dom told you that he wanted to introduce you to his family your heart stopped for a minute… or for two.

-      First reason of them all maybe was the thing that there were nobody before who wanted to introduce you to his family… like you never really had a proper boyfriend neither so this didn’t help at all.

-      Second reason… to he honest you never had an easy or a good, to say at least, relationship with your family and having somebody by your side who had this strong and special one with theirs it made you kinda jealous, a kind that you didn’t know how to explain. Not that you wanted to change his life, not at all, you just needed some time to process it. Because you were so happy for him.

-      When he talked about his family he was the cutest thing ever, like you could see in this eyes the spark you loved so much.

-      You knew his sister’s birthday was coming up, and also you knew that they plan to throw her a family birthday party, so you kinda felt that some change was coming in your relationship but when he said that he wanted to bring you there with him… you almost fainted.

-      But it made you feel special too. Like you could never have imagined that somebody feels this way about you and that he wants to bring you, his special one, to an even more special place of his.

-      You just didn’t want to mess it up. Like you had such a great time with Dom but what if you said something you shouldn’t have and it messed up your time with him… you would have felt so stupid.

-      He sensed that something wasn’t okay with him… and he made you talk about it but you have to mention that he was patient with you. He was a person who truly understood how scary it could be talking about your deepest thoughts and he wasn’t pressuring you at all and it made you feel safe.

-      “You know that they will love you… because I…  I love you.” that was the first time he said this to you like this. Three simple words that could change the whole world, your world.

-      He understood you and made everything in his power to make you feel less pain, to make your worries disappear. He is the craziest person you’ve ever met… but the craziest in the best way.

-      “You know this never will happen with you… like you will never meet my parents.” – you just had to get this out of your chest, you needed him to hear it. “Never say never…” he commented on it, but he understood what you were trying to say.

-      His relationship with his mother was his entire world, so you knew that this whole meeting with all of them means a lot to him and even if you were scared as fuck you didn’t say no to his invite because…. because you wanted to be brave, to make new memories… to have a family.

-      And when you met them… you became a part of something bigger because they liked you… from the moment you stepped not their house. Why? Because you made Dom happy, extremely happy and that’s what mattered to them. Also you are a very likeable person if you just let it be and it helped a lot too.

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[shooting-the-walls]

I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A fa��ade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

[hollandroos]

How could I not? - chapter 1 coming Monday

fwb!dad!tom x reader

Read the prologue here

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“Fuckin’ missed you, ya know?” He says softly, lips brushing against your own. “You weren’t answering any of my messages, blocking all my calls. Harrison told me that if I didn’t stop talking about you then he’d throw me out but what else was I meant to do when my best friend had dropped off the grid?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of closing the gap, so you allow his lips to ghost over yours and respond without hesitation. “I was tired.”

“Thought you were sick, huh?” He teases. The hand that was previously sitting on your lap runs up beneath the sweater. Naturally, you lean into his touch. Naturally.

“I was tired and sick.” You defend yourself, however lying was growing old and you were growing guiltier by the second. “Stomach bugs take a lot out of you. I hate the damn things.”

With that, he closes the gap, silencing you but not your racing thoughts. It’s soft at first, two best friends with benefits warming up to one another after a week or so with little to no contact. But your body recognises him almost instantly, succumbing to the desires.

“What’re you doing?” You breathe out.

You feel him smirk against your lips, “Kissing my best friend, what does it look like I’m doing?”

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[thelevelsman]

some (slightly edited) notes from my tfp rewatch (first time watching since it aired)

basically took my liveblogging and expanded upon parts that don’t make sense unless you’re me

‪‪Umbrella sword‬...wasn’t there something about gatiss scoffing at the idea that mycroft’s umbrella was actually a weapon? 

only thing i can find is an unsourced quote from gatiss: “I think it’s his comfort blanket. He may even sleep with it. The umbrella comes from a wonderful old shop in New Oxford St. They still advertise ‘dagger canes’ and ‘sword sticks’ but, to their great regret, are no longer allowed to stock them!” sooo....was this him hinting that it actually was a weapon? either way, it’s ridiculous and OOC 

‪i had it in my head that this first scene was a nightmare, like I remembered it that way - i was convinced i was gonna see mycroft waking up from a bad dream but it turned out that it was...real? that sherlock rigged his house/security to do that? i just...why would they make it seem so nightmarish

When John says “‪221B Baker Street” it feels so weird...J and S always been so recalcitrant about their own fame, to have John talk about their home in that way, almost like an advertisement, feels so strange and OOC

‪“This is family” “That’s why he stays!!!” and John smiles?! Last time I watched T6T I came up with a half-baked theory that John was always cheating on Mary with Sherlock and we just didn’t get to see the beginning of it, and that season 5 will be going back in time and filling in the gaps. Need to make a different post expanding on this but this particular line in TFP does support my theory.

‪‪The way Mycroft explains everything about Eurus is contrary to the way every episode has played out so far - he gives them all the answers right away. Such a red flag for me

Why did Mycroft not get injured in the explosion - I mean, it’s weird that none of them got injured, but we specifically see one of his men saying that he got injured, so...why? 

John answering Mycroft’s earlier question about who originally said “the truth is rarely pure and never simple” - JOHN knew that Oscar Wilde said that, and when he reveals this, Sherlock is shown smiling...WTF! 

‪”Frankly, this is embarrassing.” “Oh. Doing a cavity search?” like...literally why/what the fuck...why does he say this....with this face....

Ok so when John is watching Sister Edgelord’s video as what I presume is an introduction to her personality, she says the bit about good not being really good and evil not being really evil but the next sentence is this: “Bottoms aren’t really pretty and you are a prisoner of your own meat.” 

If this is all actually in John’s mind...interesting. It goes along with the theory that Culverton is John’s nightmare version of himself - a sexual predator type who is enslaved by his own sick desires.

‪Sherlock literally saying WHAT DO YOU MEAN, REWRITTEN‬ khdskfjh

‪John looking Sherlock DEAD in the eye when he says “I was” in response to “are you married” is like...sexy lmao ‬

‪I can’t believe how much like an escape room this stupid episode is‬

‪What if the episode is both J&S’s nightmares combined? The coffin is John’s coffin, and in John’s nightmare Sherlock doesn’t know that John loves him - Sherlock assumes the coffin is Molly’s, he gets the “who loves you?” question completely wrong. ALSO SLDJKSJSJSD WAIT five years ago, was that before Reichenbach? bc it’s explicitly stated in the show that Moriarty DIDN’T think of Molly, he didn’t endanger her bc he thought Sherlock didn’t care abt her. How does it make sense, if this is reality, that Eurus/Moriarty put Molly in harms’ way or knew that she would be of value to Sherlock? Ok anyway that was a separate point but my original point was that it’s both of their nightmares combined somehow and in the same scene we switch to Sherlock’s nightmare of being forced to tell a woman that he loves her in front of the man he actually loves. FUCK SAAAAKE!‬

‪OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!! WHEN SHERLOCK IS DEDUCING THE COFFIN, JOHN IS SHOWN SAYING “THAT WAS A LONELY NIGHT ON GOOGLE” ITS HIS FUCKING COFFIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!! FUCKING!!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THIS!!!!!!!! FUCKING!!!!! SHOW!!!!!!!!‬

‪I’M LITERALLY GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.................everything he says regarding the purchaser of the coffin was abt John...also John is the one to challenge the “its for a woman” deduction, like, SHERL, why are u assuming its a woman just bc of height...

‪Sherlock says “I’m remembering the governor” before he goes to kill himself, I have no idea what that means but I feel like it has to be important‬

‪“You were upset, so you told yourself a better story”‬ BIG FUCKING SEASON FOUR MOOD

‪headcanon the cipher riddle is about John (I am lost without your love, save my soul seek my room ksjskjdjskdjdjfjdjdkkdjdjdjdjdjdkkdk)‬

‪How did he escape the well if his feet were chained, how did the police get there, why would Scotland Yard come if Mycroft’s people were already on it, how did they get off the island and to the Holmes’s childhood home, not to mention the mother fucking grenade lmao...so much suspension of disbelief is required for this episode to make physical, geographical sense, it is so SO far removed from the realities and physical constraints of space and time. I’m almost positive it’s a nightmare of some sort‬

‪The flat is destroyed in the beginning of the episode, signifying that the rest of the story is fake?‬

‪Maybe...ok if we are in John’s mind, it would make sense that Sherlock saves him from a completely impossible trap that also involved his brother and sister - John has always been scared of Sherlock’s origin/trauma but he believes so strongly that Sherlock is his savior (I was so alone and I owe you so much)‬

‪Are pirates and/or Victor Trevor queer coded? I don’t know I’m just wondering. Either way VT looks exactly like baby John lmaaaaooooooo so subtle

‪Eurus’s explanation about deep water is just a cover for the casuals, like it’s the show trying to tie it all together from Sherlock’s perspective when they’re concealing that we’re really just in John’s mind‬

‪John says “You gave her what she was looking for. Context.” does this support my “they’ve been together for a while now” theory? ITS A MAD WIDDLE!‬

‪Who the fuck is Uncle Rudi, did he put Eurus away? Why does it matter?‬

‪“If I’m gone, I know what you could become.” WHAT THE FUCK!‬ WHY THE FUCK! WOULD SHE SAY THIS!

“‪there’s always one last hope‬”

‪When they’re rebuilding the flat does it signal that now the show can get back on track?‬

‪The ep ending without a cliffhanger is like...almost a cliffhanger in itself...it’s a super meta cliffhanger bc it’s out of pattern so it signals that something is wrong....THE FUCKING LEVELS MAN‬

[sherlockxreader]

I’ve Got You

Title: I’ve Got You

Summary: Sherlock reassures the reader after they have been experiencing less than pleasant interactions within the Yard. Author: Maddy @laterthantherabbit Words: 1050 Warnings: I don’t think so.

Request: Can u please do a reader x Sherlock where the reader is a Muslim, wears a headscarf and is British Bengali. Sorry that’s super specific but I never see anything like that. Also your writing skills are awesome. Thanks soooo muxh if u can do it and I absolutely understand if u cant. Thnx xx - anonymous

A/N: I am so sorry this one took me so long to write. I hope I have done this request justice. I did do a little research but if there are any inaccuracies, I am sorry. Please tell me if anything needs to be changed due to any of my misunderstandings. And once again, Sherlock is way ooc in this but it’s sweet I think. I hope you guys like this!

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The rich smell of curry, naan and fish wafted throughout the flat in Baker Street as you sat in the kitchen next to Sherlock’s microscope and experiments. You watched Sherlock as he methodically paced from the fireplace to kitchen and back again, ranting on about something that happened in his last case. You hmm’d and ahh’d in the appropriate places, not really listening to what he was saying but not wanting him to know that. So far it was working and you could continue eating last night’s leftovers in relative peace until the footsteps and baritone voice stopped suddenly. Fork halfway to your mouth, you looked up at Sherlock with your mouth wide and cheeks beginning to darken, not making contact with his face but instead looking just past it into the living room.

“Did you hear me just now Y/N?” You saw his eyes questioning you as his hands were resting on his hips. You lowered your mouthful and eyes, clearing your throat before answering.

“Um, you may have to repeat yourself.”

“You know I hate that.” He sighed and sat himself down heavily into the cold wood of the chair opposite you. You shrugged and ate the mouthful, talking back after swallowing.

“Yes well, you’re just gonna have to now aren’t ya?” He glared and you smirked, continuing to eat your food as he huffed and sighed. Your relationship with Sherlock was playful at best. You hadn’t figured out what it was like at it’s worst and you didn’t care to find out. Chewing and swallowing your food, you now listened as Sherlock summarised his rant into a single breath. He was frustrated with Donovan and Anderson for ruining a crime scene he had needed access to which resulted in his current case becoming exponentially harder.

“You don’t understand how frustrating they are Y/N. The whole Yard in fact.” He continued to talk as you grimaced at the last comment. Sherlock had no idea but you did know how some people at the Yard could get on other’s nerves, especially when you walked in and were the only person wearing a headscarf. You always knew that there would be some people in England who would judge you on your appearance alone, and others who would treat you more harshly than other people due to that.

Your sudden change of attitude was not lost on Sherlock when he saw your brows turn down at the corners and your hands movements stop. With your appetite gone, you sighed, mumbled your thanks to Allah and tasting the salt. You stood and wrapped up your food and set it in the fridge for later. “Y/N?” Your head whipped around to Sherlock, a fake smiling coming onto your features quickly but you could already see that he had realised your change in mood.

“It’s nothing Sherl. I’m fine.”

“You’re lying and you know it. After I mentioned the Yard your whole demeanor changed. What’s happened?”

“It’s nothing really Sherlock, let it go. What are you going to do about your case?” You worried a bit of your scarf between your fingers; a nervous habit of yours and you saw Sherlock’s eyes flick between your fingertips and your eyes, which darted away at his scrutinising gaze.

“Changing the subject won’t make the problem go away Y/N. What has the Yard said to you? That you didn’t deserve to be there with me? With them?” Your hands dropped and your eyes met his as Sherlock hit the nail on the head.

“How’d you know?” His eyes turned down at the corners and he stood from his chair to come stand before you. He wrapped his arms around you shorter body as you did the same to him, the embrace grounding you before your emotions took over.

“I haven’t exactly been immune to their scrutiny either Y/N. Turns out hardly anyone appreciates having their job done for them, especially by me. You know what Donovan and Anderson are like.” You scoffed and chuckled weakly into his chest and he began to move his hand soothingly up and down your back.

“Yeah I know. It’s just… frustrating and honestly a little scary when they get more aggressive; all in my space and-” Sherlock’s movements stopped and he let you go, placing his hands on your shoulders and crouching down a little to look you directly in his eyes. You saw that their concerned gaze had morphed into a stone cold glare; serious and calculating. You hadn’t realised that he didn’t know of the ‘more aggressive’ side of the abuse you faced.

“Who was this?” You hesitated for a moment before warily telling him that there were a group officers that worked in a different division from Lestrade’s who frequently went out of their way to remind you of your ‘worthlessness’.

You saw Sherlock’s eyes flick as if looking through something before he kissed you forehead and stood straight again, walking out without another moment's notice, calling someone on his phone yet who, you didn’t know. You were confused and worried about what he was doing but he returned less than a minute later. He approached you again and once more wrapped his arms around your waist, his grip tighter and more tense than before.

“If anyone ever, and I mean ever, calls you anything other than perfect, you need to tell me Y/N.”

“Oka-”

“Please.” You felt him tremble slightly in your own hug and you could tell that it was out of anger. “Just… promise me. I want to know that you're safe wherever you go so please… promise?” Your eyes stung with the tears that had come with Sherlock’s own request and wavering voice. They dripped onto his shirt as you nodded and replied.

“I promise.” The tension in his body left and he slouched against you though his arms never loosened their grip.

The next time that you had gone to the Yard with Sherlock, the officers were nowhere in sight. You took Sherlock’s hand and tugged on it so he leant down a little, enough so that you could whisper in his ear. “Thank you.” His mouth quirked up at the side and he turned his hand so he could kiss yours.

“I’ve got you.”

[dcmcboxers]

okay now that I’ve finished LMJ I want to sort out some of my likes and dislikes 

spoilers obv

LIKES:

- The case formula is nice in that it lets you revisit areas whenever and eliminates worries about missing puzzles. it kind of took the partial non-linearity of Azran Legacy and extended it

- I liked Kat a lot more than I expected I would and Sherl too! I don’t even care for floppy eared dogs but I find him pretty cute and I love his sarcasm. Kat’s quirks are fun, too, and she still manages to give off the impression that she’s more aware than what she initially lets on

- I like Emiliana a lot too. Her rivalry (or Kat fighting) is pretty entertaining and I’m glad it’s not one fueled by real animosity. They can cooperate when they need to pretty easily just with some jabs along the way. 

- The background art continues to be really beautiful. It’s not as exotic as our last few layton games but it doesnt really need to be either

- Music. this is a no brainer its basically required to have good music to be a layton game. Special shoutout to Katrielle’s theme, (can we get more tracks with accordions again ;u;), museum march, and mysteries

DISLIKES: -PACING. I thought as the cases went on theyd involve more clues, but all of them had the same number and about the same story progression speed. This is really jarring in the last case in particular, especially since none of the cases had any contribution to an overarching plot aside from introducing you to each other seven dragons. 

-Which leads to.... Ernest. My GREEVEnces with him. I don’t dislike Ernest per say but I think they really missed an opportunity to make me care about him. There are no subtle nods that there’s more to him throughout the game (at least that I can recall). I dont think it would have been that difficult to slip something in early on to make us think there more about him without making it obvious that he’ll be the key figure in the last case. Not that it wasn’t obvious that it was him in the middle of that case anyways.

His flashback case with Kat is cute, but again advanced nothing on his end really other than a justification for his flat characterization. That case was more interesting for Kat’s comments on Gressenheller and seeing Dean Delmona again. I will give that this case made me generally wary of him though if only because the last time our titular character saved someone from being falsely accused and arrested leading to that person becoming the protag’s assistant, that ended SO well.

-White and gray morality. There are no true antagonists in this game and that bothers me a bit. Layton game’s are no stranger to sympathetic villains but this doesn’t even go there. There just aren’t any villains. Even people who do really shitty things in this game (Dr. Ohm framing Ernest for theft where he really could have gone to jail, Britannias framing Kat for murder, etc.) are almost immediately forgiven/have their actions justified/have their actions softened in some way. It’s just a tone shift that feels a bit too unrealistic. 

-No mystery was particularly surprising or climatic. I can give it leeway since this game also had to reintroduce us to the layton universe and introduce a whole new cast of characters, but I think the case structure was stretched too thin and watered down the plotlines too much. If they keep this structure I really hope they lessen the amount of cases so that each mystery can be truly puzzling and impressive. 

Overall I think I’d say, if I spent 40$ for the 3DS version I’d be kind of letdown but I only spent like 15$ on it for the mobile version so its fine

[trolloled]

ase-trollplays​:

N● shit, Sherl●ck. I’m n●t telling y●u t● get started ●n it anytime this perigee ●r s●mething. I’m talking ab●ut when y●u get ●ut ●f here, and y●u will get ●ut ●f here whether it’s with the suit ●r n●t. After what y●u’ve survived, there’s n● way y●u’re dying here.

And I hear y●u l●ud and clear. ●nce it’s time f●r the suit t● c●me ●ff, I w●n’t watch. I already leave when it’s time f●r y●u t● eat since y●u pr●bably d●n’t want me t● watch that, either.

>> You don’t want to consider the very real possibility Ullane could fuck up and kill him trying to remove him from the suit. He’s going to be okay. In a lot of pain, probably, but he’ll eventually heal and be okay, and he can live a mostly normal life once he’s better.

>> A loud groan escapes you when he mentions throwing in a nonsensical romance. Needless romance is your absolute biggest pet peeve when it comes to movies. You drag your hands down your face in frustration just imagining it.

●h G●●●●D, d●n’t even j●ke ab●ut that. Christ, I can already see it. An anguished declarati●n ●f l●ve when y●u’re at y●ur l●west and ab●ut t● give up.

“●h Xrum●n, please, please d●n’t die!~ I l●ve y●u, I always have~ Y●u must stay alive~ D● it f●r meeee~”

>> The melodramatic exaggeration in your voice is palpable, and you dramatically drape yourself over his body. Well, sort of. You’re a couple of inches above his body so you’re not actually touching him.

Uuuugh, just d●uble kill me n●w. D●n’t get me wr●ng. I like y●u. Y●u’re a t●tal assh●le in the best way, but I’m n●t ab●ut t● c●nfess undying l●ve f●r y●u. That’s n●t my area.

“/\/Oh, jeez, mmmy poor heart. How will I ever go on, knowing you don't feel anything for mmme?“

> You actually winced at hearing Thrixe translate what they had just said, and it was doubly fortunate you couldn’t see what she was doing else you’d be cringing even more.

“/\/Don't worry, I wasn't gammmbling on the dead sommmehow... getting, eugh, 'feelings' for mmme. That's the kind of shit that's in mmmovies though.”

“/\/This 'mmmovie' is staying true to life, where I ammm... totally unloved. Oh, oh, the mmmisery of it all. Can you not hear how mmmy heart... weeps?”

> You sound distinctly deadpan as you say that. Naturally, you’re being sarcastic. Not about being unloved, that’s a real thing, but it’s not really high on your list of ‘things to be upset about.’ 

“/\/Your faith in mmmy continued survival however... is totally mmmisplaced. Death doesn't play favorites, or decide to back off after enough suffering.”

“/\/Did you know that when the systemmm keeping mmmy... keeping mmmy heart on is disconnected, there's going to be a mmmassive... drop in blood pressure? Yeah, turns out, giving your heart a super pacemmmaker mmmakes it... very reliant on the thing.”

> You shake your head, your certainty of your doom evident in your voice. There wasn’t a chance you were going to make it, their faith be damned. But if you were going to die, you’d face it with at least some dignity.

“/\/Besides, I thought you... thought you wanted mmme to becommme a ghost with you. Then you'll be less... bored.”

[fanficsandfluff]

No, pushy, I wouldn’t mind at all. I write fanfics all the time, and I love it. Doing this would also help me decide whether or not I want to create a tickle fic blog :) so if it’s okay, tell me some of the prompts you received and i’ll try and write one! It’s alright if you don’t want to, though - they are your prompts after all! <3 - sherl

Ok! Well, what fandoms do u write for at the moment?

[baskingintheinsanity]

More Than Kind and Less Than Kind, Chapter Two

A/n: Wow, this chapter is much longer than the first. C’est la vie. Please send in plot ideas if you guys have any bunnies jumping around in your head. I know the adlock fam is much smaller than some of my other fandoms, but I love you guys and I love writing for this fandom because we get so little on screen. I hope you all enjoy. I love writing Sherlock and Irene. Their banter is my favourite. All I’ve got say is…beware the East Wind.

Find all my stories at https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3738156/PixieKindOfCrazy if you care.

Chapter 2:

“You do realize, at one point, you will have to leave this room?”

One would assume that this question was directed at Irene by Sherlock, hoping to avoid his blogger seeing the Woman. Incorrect.

Irene was leaning in the doorway, attempting to repress the urge to put her hand on her hip and scold the man lazing in bed.

“That poses a rather brilliant existential question, my love-if I stay in this exact spot forever, and the furnishings around me change, am I still in my bedroom?”

Irene rolled her eyes starkly, pushing off the wall in frustration and stalking away to the kitchen. She couldn’t help that her body portrayed her emotions with him sometimes. His presence had a way of stripping off her veneer without her noticing. It was rather irritating.

A few moments later, she heard the distinct sounds of his sluggish foot steps.  She was too busy making herself a cup of coffee to bother to turn around and face him.

“I feel sorry for your mother,” she remarked as she felt him enter the room, “You must have been a hellishly difficult child.”

“Hmm, I feel sorry for you actually,” he smirked, pausing a moment to simply watch the way her hands moved as she stirred the cream into her coffee.

“And why is that?” she finally turned to look at him, blinking twice as she tests her patience to indulge him just this once.

“Because,” he chuckled, a deep timber, “I was a difficult child. And I still am,” he finished, taking the mug of caffeine from her hands smoothly.

He sipped it in appreciation and held back the full smile that often wanted to break out on his face whenever he teased her, “Mmm. Quite good.”

Her stare became icy and her eyes resembled those of a feline, hunting and planning its next move.  

“Oh stop,” he mumbled, handing her the mug back and giving a quick, amused snort as he walked to the refrigerator. He opened the door, looking around for the experiment he started the day before. Where are those eyeballs??

“Excuse me?” she bantered back, “Stop what?”

“The look on your face,” he gestured vaguely to her expression, not bothering to actually look at her.

“The annoyed look? I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that may stay on my face for the majority of the time we spend together, darling.”

He grimaced at the pet name and leaned against the counter, nibbling on the biscuit he’d gotten out of the fridge John kept telling him that biscuits go in the cupboard, but he liked them better cold.

“No-the murder-plotting look. As you stated previously, you can’t kill me and hide the evidence before John gets here.”

She scoffs, “Please, I don’t have a-“

“It’s the same look you get whenever I stop moving right before you orgasm or if I wake you up before your alarm goes off. When I leave a plate out on the table after dinner-that look,” he points at her face, matter of fact, “And when you find one of my experiments on top of your bag, I can tell the murder would be quite creative. Call it what you will, but I know what you’re thinking when that look is on your face-you’re imaging creative ways to maim me.”

“Hmm. He’s learning,” she cooed and carefully pressed her body close up against his, loving to feel how his heartbeat sped up as he squirmed. She smiled up at him, fake sweetness and eyelashes, as she slid her hand expertly up the collar of his robe. His eyes flickered down to follow the movement of her hand, for once, unaware of his actions.

“However….” She breathed softly, her face tilting up towards his.

“However…?” his gaze is trapped on her lips now, smeared lipstick still there from the night previous and he wondered if she has left the same mark on him. Most likely.

She deftly grabbed the biscuit out of his hand and stepped back from his body, leaving him cold. She hopped up to sit on the kitchen table behind him and grinned. It is the only time Sherlock could remember having ever seen her resemble a child and a mischievous one at that.

“However, I’m the master.”

His expression automatically fell into Pout Number Three, as she liked to call it. Or ‘the one where Irene beats me and I don’t get to feel like the cool one.’ She forces herself not to admit that the frown looks a little bit charming on his daft face as he mutters, “Biscuit thief, more like.”

He grumbled slightly as he pulled up a chair at the island and sat next to her, picking up the newspaper whose origin of appearance had had no idea of. He hadn’t picked one up yesterday and he didn’t remember seeing Irene with one. Quite a small, unimportant detail, but it perturbed him; he hated not noticing things. She distracted him.

“Sherlock!” the two strange creatures inhabiting the flat heard a voice call out as marked, familiar footsteps approached, “You better still be in here of sound mind or I’ll be having a talk with Greg to get guards at this door,” John Watson walked into the flat quite casually, like he was still living there, and hung his coat on the rack. His back was towards them so he had yet to glimpse the woman, sitting on the kitchen table in his best friend’s dress shirt.

Sherlock smiled ever so slightly, the tiniest bit amused, and nodded at Irene. It was a silent gesture for her to hide. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want his trusted friend to know that he…kept in contact, so to speak, with the Woman.  But he had an idea in mind.

Sherlock didn’t say a word, but Irene knew that he wanted to play a game on his blogger. Their similar world-view lends the couple several advantages; the gift of silent, efficient communication is probably the most useful.

Before the good doctor could even turn around, Irene had slipped from the kitchen to hide in the bathroom alongside. She briefly wondered what Sherlock was playing at and how long it would take John to notice her signature Louis Vitton heels on the floor by Sherlock’s chair.

“Oh calm down, John. I’m perfectly capable of caring for myself. You lot seem to forget, but I am not actually an infant.”

John fixes his friend with a potent glare, “No, actually-my infant is easier to watch after. At least she doesn’t shoot up heroine when she’s upset.”

Sherlock held back the first acrid thought that came to his bitter mind- ‘that you know of’ probably wasn’t the best joke to tell a man about his daughter soon after his wife had died.

Instead, he lightly rolled his eyes and went to sit down in his chair in the living room, still reading the paper, “It was cocaine this time, actually.”

John walked further into the flat and heaved a sigh, nodding, “Of course it was. You don’t-“

“No, Watson. I don’t still have any; Lestrade made sure to confiscate every last piece of contraband I own.  Well, of the drug variety.”

John frowned slightly in response, wondering about that last remark for a split second before he cut his thought process off, “Nope. Don’t need to know the particulars. Don’t live here anymore. And I am not your babysitter, Sherlock.” “Could’ve fooled me.”

The shorter man paused, a little thrown by the change in his friend’s attitude. He seemed…less down than the night before. His tone was distinctly less pained than yesterday. Almost playful. When john looked at his eyes, he could tell the pain and guilt were still there. But there was something else. “Are you…high right now? Or perhaps a little drunk…”

“Wha-“ Sherlock scoffed and put the paper down dramatically, “I just told you that I don’t have any drugs in the flat. I know you’re not dumb, John, so maybe you’re going deaf?”

A comment that should have stung simply bounced off John’s jacket; he was too used to Sherlock’s verbal antics and deflections.

“No, you just seem….” He scanned the room for clues- something he learned from the man he was currently analyzing- and his eyes fell on a distinctive pair of high heels with red bottoms, “distracted….better, maybe. Than yesterday.” “Hmm,” Sherlock hummed neutrally, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, as he watched John’s eyes to see the gears grind in his head, “Well I am certainly not high, unfortunately. I can assure you that.”

The room is dead silent for a minute before the sound of Sherlock groan of pleasure cut through the air. Which was quite confusing for John considering Sherlock’s mouth had not opened or moved. The man looked rather bored, really.

“Sherlock??” John raised an eyebrow in a slightly disturbed, confused expression, “Was that-“

He sighed as he hears a woman’s voice cursing quietly from the hall, “No…well, not live,” he rolled his eyes as Irene walked out from the bathroom and came to stand behind him, “It was Irene’s text-tone,” he sensed her behind him and turned slightly to give her a brief, annoyed stare, “I still don’t understand how you recorded that without my knowing. Or why.”

Irene Adler laughed softly to herself in a way a woman does when a man asks a very dumb question. She moved to position herself in front of the chair, sitting on the arm of it and draping her legs across Sherlock’s lap. She smiled briefly at John, enjoying his bewilderment.

“Do use that beautiful brain, Sherl. You know you don’t notice much when I’m getting you to make those sounds.”

Sherlock’s eyes flare at her in annoyance as John’s widen in shock. “Irene…” John says her name, almost to himself, as he stares at her and tries to ascertain if she’s real or not, “I knew you weren’t dead, but-“ he blinks, stopping as something suddenly catches up with him, “Hold on, did she just call you, Sherl?”

Sherlock sighed in exasperation-he had hoped his friend wouldn’t notice that part- and reluctantly bit out, “Apparently, it’s her new method of torture. I’m trying to get her to stop.”

“Right,” he nodded to himself continually, too shocked to process all of his thoughts, “Okay…..” he stared at the previously dead woman lounging on the detective’s lap and can’t seem to accept the visual in front of him. This was worse than the time Sherlock had pretended to date what’s her name, “Why is she sitting on your lap? There is another chair.”

“She,” Irene suddenly spoke up, with a slight spike to her voice, “is sitting right here and can speak for herself, Dr. Watson. I’m in this chair because the other one is yours. Obviously.”

John froze, taken aback at the respect that she had automatically showed him, “Oh…but I’m not using it.”

“No, but you always come back to that chair. And argue with Sherlock. He needs that. If I sit there, I might eventually get in the way.”

Sherlock looked out the window and shoved the smirk he waned to let out back down into his pocket, “Plus it is easier for her to manhandle me this way.”

“Hush, you love how I handle you.”

Sherlock did not blush. He does not blush. Ever.

He may have blushed, “Woman…” he pinched the bridge of his nose, impatient with her, “Would you please refrain?”

“Of course,” she stood up gracefully and leaned over to kiss his lips- a short, surprisingly loving touch, “I have to go shortly, anyway. Business to attend to.” She headed to his room to get changed, but not before giving one last sharp remark, “The cinnamon roll in the fridge is mine and if you eat it while I’m gone, I will bake your microscope in the oven until it’s just as gooey.”

“Noted.”

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The two men sat in silence in the small, shabby living room. One casually flipped through the newspaper, pretending to be interested in it to avoid the other man’s gaze. The other man, for his part, waited until the woman had shut the door of the bedroom before he exploded on his friend.

“Sherlock!” he almost shouted, sputtering, “I can’t believe…actually I can,” he took a deep breath and shook his head, calming himself down. “Explain,” he demanded.

“What exactly do you want me to tell you? I thought the situation was self-explanatory.” Sherlock was genuinely confused.

“Don’t give me that! Until the other day, I thought she was dead! Then I have to piece together by myself that you saved her. And now she shows up in the flat. I knew you kept in touch with her occasionally, but…she’s wearing your shirt Sherlock and I know what that means.”

“I don’t think you do-“

“I’m a grown man. I know how sex works.”

Sherlock held his tongue in his cheek for a second before explaining, “She’s not wearing it because of some sexy cliché. I ripped her dress. She has nothing else to wear.”

“Oh.”

“Yes,” he nodded, pretending not to be proud of himself for that.

“That still explains nothing!” he snapped, “I’m your friend, Sherlock….this sort of stuff-major life stuff…well, I kind of thought you would tell me about it.”

He wanted to tell him not to be a girl about this, but he could sense that that would be indelicate at the moment. As Irene said, he was learning; his emotional intelligence was growing.

Sherlock groaned, unsure of how to be proceed, and feeling a slight stab of guilt. He had already caused John too much pain, “John…you are my only friend. Really,” he shrugs, “And I wasn’t hiding her. It’s not as if I don’t trust you.” “Then why did I have no idea?”

He broke, “Because I don’t know how to do it, John! It wasn’t a plan. I didn’t come up with an elaborate secret and purposely keep it from everyone. I just didn’t talk about it…about her. Because I don’t know how to. Not knowing makes me uncomfortable, you know that. So I avoid the topic. Until she shows up.”

John nodded in understanding. Sherlock really wasn’t as complicated of a man as he would have liked everyone to think. He was a brilliant mind guided by the soul of a confused child that only ever wanted adventures. Interpersonal relationships were not his forte. Most children learned to navigate their way through relationships, romantic or otherwise, as they grew up and became adults. Sherlock skipped that stage. He went straight from child to adult; the empathy, the stage that links childhood to adulthood, was thrown out in his upbringing. And the reason for that dismissal of empathy was erased, replaced by a macabre nursery rhyme.

“So…” John leaned forward, elbows on his knees, ready to listen, “Why did she show up?”

Sherlock didn’t answer, glancing to his phone before he could control the impulse.

“Ah,” John smiled, proud that Sherlock had taken his advice, “You texted her.” “Yes,” Sherlock assented, “…We talked about cake.”

John threw a disbelieving quirked brow at his former flat mate, “Is that all you talked about?”

Sherlock did not move. His body stayed still as his mind whirled, debating how much to tell John. It is still a sensitive subject for them both.

“No,” he hesitated before continuing, “Of course not.”

“Then what-“

Sherlock ran a hand over his face, rubbing his forehead in distress, “Mary. We talked about Mary.”

John’s eyes widened for a second, a little worried that Sherlock was sharing such personal details to a woman that was technically a criminal.

Sherlock shook his head, reading the thought off of John’s face, “I didn’t tell her. She already knew. I just…elaborated. On my part of the story.”

“There’s still something I don’t understand, though. Why? Why did you message her in the first place? I thought you didn’t text her back.”

Sherlock chuckled at his friend’s see-through lie, “No, you didn’t. You didn’t believe me when I said that.”

John smiled, happy to see his friend more at ease now than he had been the last couple of weeks, “No, I didn’t. You’re not as good a liar as you think.”

“I know,” he said, “I…wanted to talk to someone that I didn’t have to explain things to.”

John frowned again, offended just a tad, “Just because I’m not as intelligent as you, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t understand what you were feeling.”

“No!” he explained, “I didn’t mean it like….I’m honestly not sure how to explain this, but Irene knows what I’m thinking. You know I don’t like to voice my feelings out loud. Especially the really difficult ones. If I talk to her about everything, I don’t have to say what’s bothering me. I deflect her questions too, when she probes too deep, but she reads between the lines of my words and…she knows what I’m refusing to say.”

The way John was looking at him at that moment made Sherlock want to take back everything he just said and throw himself into a black hole. Why does everyone have to look at him like that green Christmas monster that grew a heart whenever he talks about what he feels? It’s not a conducive reaction if they’re trying to get him to open up more often.

John looked at Sherlock like he finally realized his friend was capable of real human emotion. And, admittedly, it made John feel good that there was finally something he knew more about than Sherlock.

“So you wanted to talk to her so you could feel like someone was sympathizing with you, without having to do any work?”

Sherlock glanced down at the paper again, supremely uncomfortable and uninterested in the daily news, “I guess it was just easier,” he said, “She understood. Didn’t think I was crazy, or going soft. And it helps that she doesn’t look at me like a baby learning to speak when I announce that I ,in fact, do have emotions.”

John felt a little bit bad for that part, so he gave in, “Fair point.”

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The restaurant she was supposed to meet her next client at was filled with pretension. The overly ornate curtains covering the glass windows had fleur de lis carefully stitched onto them. The hand folded napkin at each place setting was an origami swan. The entire décor screamed for attention, but Irene was not intimidated. She knew how to make herself appear as if she belonged anywhere. She was the ultimate chameleon and her sleek dark blue dress was all the camouflage she would need today.

For the man she was meeting, however, she could not say the same. As she walked in, she saw him sat at one of the front tables by himself. He was meeting the dress code of the restaurant, yes. But only technically. His sport coat was a size too small-obviously borrowed from a much fitter man whom could afford fancy dress. His face was freshly shaven, but littered with tiny razor nicks, as if he didn’t groom himself often enough to know how to do so properly. The little hair he had was combed over into the only decent style he knew. As much as she hated crediting Sherlock’s ego, she had to admit that spending time around him seemed to have given her powers of observations a tune up.

The man did not fit in in this place, but he was trying hard to disguise himself. That fact put Irene off just a little bit. Usually, if a client is unkempt, they don’t ask to meet in a place like this, knowing they wouldn’t blend in. But she sat down across from the man regardless.

“Your associate said you had some information I might find useful…” she let her red-painted lips naturally curve into the sinister smirk that never failed to ensnare every one of her clients.

He swallowed and used the pristine napkin to wipe the slight sweat that had accumulated off his forehead. Nerves. Why is he so scared? She wondered as she slightly narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“Yes,” he managed to stutter out, eyes darting from side to side once, checking if he was being watched? “And I will tell you, I swear. But I believe my associate mentioned something about your methods of compensation?”

She rolled her eyes elegantly, picking up the menu to scan it for her favourite cocktail-dealing with this man may require booze, “Recreational scolding. The rough stuff,” she flicked her eyes back up from the menu to meet his in order to gauge his reaction, “If I deem the information you give me to be valuable, then I will pay for it.”

“Wait, you mean…if I tell you first, right here, then you will…punish me?”

She sighed and nodded nonchalantly, bored, “Yes. But only if the information is worth it.”

“No!” he frowned at her, fear in his eyes, “I want a guarantee that I will be paid. This information…it isn’t safe for me to be giving.”

“Not safe for you or not safe for me?” she lifted an eyebrow curiously.

The man suddenly became serious and a cold look came into his eyes, as if a chill had invaded his bones, “Not safe for either of us.”

“Oh, I’m intrigued,” she grinned, refusing to allow this man’s fear to rub off on her, “Do explain, sir.”

“Guarantee my payment. I guarantee you it’s worth it…if you value your life.” In Irene’s line of work, threats to her life were not uncommon. She refrained from another eyeroll, “Of course I do. But how can I be sure that you aren’t simply pulling my leg?”

“I know who you are, Ms. Adler. You’re supposed to be able to tell when a man is lying to you. That’s what they say, at least. Look at my face, look in my eyes….I’m not faking.”

Irene paused, briefly admiring the hit at her ego as an attempt to persuade her. She examined the man’s expression, the thoughts behind his eyes, and something there shook her a little, “You really are scared…But, of who?”

Most people would ask ‘Of what?’, but it’s quite obvious what he is afraid of-whoever he got this information from will kill him if he relays it to her. Ergo….who?

“Someone that is very interested in you, that you better pray you never meet.” “Is that all you can give me?” She pretended to not be affected, as was her method.

“I can tell you that the man I got this information from checked himself into an asylum the next day, muttering ‘Don’t let her in.’”

“So it’s a woman that’s in control, huh? Refreshing,” she quipped, looking the man up and down for a second, “And what is this information you’re lording over me?”

The man’s face went pale, all life drained away as he looked towards the door for a second then back at her, “Leave England. She’s after you. The man I spoke of…he gave me this, stole it from one of her guards.”

As he handed over an old crumpled note, she frowned in interest, “She has body guards?”

“No…cell guards. My informant worked as a janitor at her prison.”

She took the note from him carefully, a dubious expression etched onto her face, “She’s coming to get me…from jail?”

“Oh yes, Miss. Read the note.”

The woman looked down at the faded piece of parchment in her hands as was barely able to discern ‘Irene Adler-221 B Baker Street.’

The man nodded at the aghast look that came over her face; Irene hid it well, but the fact that this crazy woman knew she would be at Sherlock’s place worried her, “She was scribbling that over and over again on the walls of her cell.”

“But this isn’t even the current address of my hotel in London.”

“No,” the man smiled, darkly amused despite himself, “But it’s where you were last, isn’t it?”

A silence fell across the table as Irene considered this pathetic, little man, and whether to trust his story. When she got up from the table, she still hadn’t decided, “This meeting is over. Consider my payment nullified.”

She drowned out the man’s indignant complaining as she walked out of the restaurant, her heart beating in her ears.

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She honestly wasn’t going to concern Sherlock with this worry. She could take care of it herself; this type of thing has happened to her before. And she certainly wasn’t running from London because of a sad, horny man’s anonymous tip.

But she had gone back to 221 B, as the note had predicted she would. Her desire to be unpredictable lost to her stubbornness to admit she was afraid. She was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea when she received a text from an unknown number and dropped the cup to the floor, the pieces shattering as her skin went icy.

Contact: Unknown, received 2:05 p.m:

As the east wind blows to beautiful Calypso So approaches his test The sea has grown treacherous, the waves don’t love him They will give him no rest When the waters turn against, his body fully spent He might give up his quest If I wreck his ship and he still doesn’t quit Should I take the pirate’s treasure from his chest? His spoils mean nothing, his gold is rusted These things hold no value for this man But if I wreck the siren, calling to be trusted, He will swim where no one can After all, If you take a man’s heart from his breast, Really, truly, what will be left? -Much love. “Eurus…” she said the name on an exhale of breath, feeling like a ghost had entered the room and was now watching her. She had been begrudgingly worried before; no matter how used to danger you are, it’s still a little concerning. But now…

Normally once she figured out who was after her, the process became easier, but not this time. This time, knowing only terrified her. Her sources had informed her about Sherlock’s sister before, obviously. She was not someone to challenge. She had to admit, from what she had heard, Eurus was smarter than her. Smarter than Sherlock. And Irene had learned a long time ago to never challenge someone smarter than yourself. Muscles really didn’t intimidate her; they weren’t the biggest sign that a person was dangerous. The weakest, scrawniest person could burn down the entire world if they knew how. And Eurus, despite being locked up on her own personal island, had managed to make men oceans away tremble with fear. Sherlock told her that her guards’ time in her cell was always carefully monitored because she could essentially brainwash people into doing whatever she wanted.

Sherlock’s head ticked up immediately when Irene muttered the name. He took in the broken tea cup on the floor and the fear on her face as she stared at her phone. From that, it took his mind less than two seconds to realize that Irene was looking at a message from his sister. Or rather, a threat.

“Show me the phone.” His voice was modulated and in control. It was a tone that says ‘don’t argue’. Usually, his demanding anything of her would not end pleasantly for him. But Irene was in a state where all she could do was lift her arm and hold the phone out for him to take as she thought about the message, replaying it in her head.

He took the device from her, keeping the hand he took it from in his larger one, squeezing her fingers. He may not be good at vocalizing feelings, but he can express himself very well physically.

He quickly read over the text and the old lyrics that Mycroft used to sing to him, out of key, floated into his head, I that am lost, oh who will find me? Deep down below the old beach tree…

Sherlock’s mind jumped back to the first time he had learned what terror felt like. A picture of Redbeard flashed through his mind, first the imaginary dog, then the little boy he had lost. For a minute, he was a curly-headed child in the long grass, running to save his best friend. He remembered how the cold wind whipped his nose until it was red, how the air smelled faintly of honeysuckles from his mother’s garden. But all he could taste was the bitter tang of dread as saliva gathered in his mouth. That was when he learned that fear had a taste. He remembered looking down into the well and seeing the last light of the day reflecting against the top of the water. His friend’s triton hat floated to the surface, soggy and tired. He picked it up and sat by that well, staring at the sun going down.

Mycroft had found him still sitting there the next day, barefoot and shivering, and refusing to speak. His eyes were empty. He supposed that was why Mycroft decided to make him forget the event. And her. He had to fill his eyes again; he couldn’t grow up knowing what had happened. Mycroft knew that his little brother wouldn’t have been able to live with it.

Never again. She will not destroy someone I love again.

He came back from his reverie and felt something squeezing his heart, “Irene…” The way he said her name, with such sincerity, broke through her shock and caused her to meet his gaze, “Sherlock?”

His voice was steel as he vowed to her, and himself. “She will not take you from me.”

[rockymountaingothic]

gromble gromble

like here’s what i dont get

why did BBC Sherlock have their Moriarty so horny for sniper crimes if not to the eventual inclusion of Sebastian Moran

why have all the mischief in TGG hinge on a really convoluted strategy involving a bomb that’s strapped to a person whose voice moriarty’s using to talk to sherls and who also doubles as a hostage who gets blown up if the mystery isn’t solved and have that strategy in itself hinge on a sniper, somewhere, separate from everything, waiting constantly for 8-12 hours ready to fire and set off that bomb at any given second

like sure. having a barrage of snipers waiting in some pool bleachers to fire on your two main idiots is a good way to characterize your master villain as powerful and unreachable but it’s far from the only way, given that there was already a bomb in the room

and when the snipers come out in full force, again, for TRF, it starts to feel like whatever kinds of crime-management moriarty is involved in, it seems like about 90% of it is purely sniper-based

and if you’re a fan of the books that makes sense! of the little information we get about professor moriarty’s empire we at least know sebastian moran, a fuckin sniper crime doer, was his right hand dude or whatever 

and since all their other villains have profoundly uninteresting motivations- no, fuck it, moriarty’s included in that- no villain on this show has interesting reasons for doing crimes, the viewers aren’t given reason or time to relate to any of them. The only reason moriarty was so memorable was because the great game was crazy good at suspense and andrew scott is an amazing actor who i could look at all day. i saw spectre twice, it was not a good movie

after seasons one and two were both so moriarty centric, it seemed like after TRF the logical expectation was for the fuckdamn “game” to continue into season three with sebastian moran in “the empty hearse” - the story he was birthed from screaming and covered in blood (as he was, always, forevermore) but instead, mary

which isn’t a bad premise but they did a bad job

and like, they threw in a character named “lord moran” and gun to my head i could not tell you what his role in the episode was.

i feel like what happened was the writers tried to bypass everyone’s expectations, but they obviously thought they are very clever and their audience is very dumb. (E.g. They either didn’t actually have a plan figured out for how sherlock faked his death, or saw that the internet had figured it out pretty early on and were too proud to admit it.) So I’m like, guessing they knew people more or less expected Sebastian Moran to show up in season three and for that to be the continuation of the moriarty “storyline” (lmao there was no story) and not only did they not do that, they had sherlokc claim to have wiped out his entire empire over the commercial break just so it would never come up again

and i think their taking the show in the dumbass direction they took it instead was them saying, “no, if we have to keep making this sherlock holmes show even though we all have better things to do, we want to make a show about sherlock holmes struggling to give a best man speech and shooting a guy in the face, we don’t want to write about sherlock holmes vs. moriarty”

and it’s like,so, you do know that’s what you’ve been making a show about for the past however many years its been, rite?

and clearly they do or else the blatant do u miss me clickbait cliffhanger dragging us all unhappily into a fourth season that i actually wish had never been made wouldnta been there

[imaginedilestrade]

Request: Greg X reader X Sherlock where Greg likes reader but he thinks something is going on between reader and Sherlock bc she's smart like Sherlock but not as "sociopathic", but she asks him out and he's confused bc he thought u liked sherl but u reassure him it would never work bc ur both too bossy and competitive and ur not eachothers type so Greg is happy and u guys just go to have a nice date :)?

A/N: This is longer than I thought 😳———————

“Did you know it’s near impossible to tickle yourself?” Your sudden random outburst made Sherlock raise a brow at you as you sat on the armrest of his chair.

“Oh?” Sherlock replied and a smirk spread over his face as he pulled you down onto his lap and tickled your sides “It’s not impossible for me to tickle you though” Sherlock laughed at you struggling, hysterically laughing as his fingers jabbed and wiggled themselves into your sides.

“Sher….Sherlock!” You screamed out giggling “St…Sto…STOP!” You begged as tears of happiness streamed down your face. You were both so busy laughing you didn’t even hear Greg step in, your laugh made him smile but the scene he walked into make that smile fade. The detective inspector loudly cleared his throat and the two of you broke away from each other, still softly giggling.

“Morning, Greg” You greeted with a smile “Tea?”. Your smile was infectious and Greg soon found himself smiling again.

“Yeah, I’d love some” he followed you with his eyes to the kitchen before snapping back into reality. Sherlock glanced between you and Greg with a furrowing brow. Greg liked you. A devilish smirk spread over his face but quickly faded when Greg handed him a file.

“What’s this?” Sherlock didn’t bother waiting for a reply “Ohh a murdered man with nothing but pen lids surrounding him? Is it Christmas?” Sherlock enthusiastically laughed. Greg rolled his eyes and you handed him his tea, your breath catching slightly as your fingertips brushed against his hand.

“What do you make of this Y/N?” Sherlock asked bringing both you and Greg out of a trance.

You walked over to Sherlock and glanced over the file “Hmm seems interesting, but I have to go. I told John I’d pick Rosie up from nursery” you gave Sherlock a quick peck on his temple and ruffled his hair “I’ll see you later, I’ll see you later too Greg” you nervously stuttered out his name and left the flat grabbing your coat.

Sherlock threw away the folder “You like Y/N don’t you?” Sherlock asked pressing his fingertips together. Greg almost spat out his tea but ended up swallowing it too hard and ended up in a coughing mess.

“Wha…what?!” He spluttered out “No..no Y/N’s yours” he shook his hands and Sherlock was taken aback.

“You think Y/N and I are…dating?” Sherlock passed for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. When he saw that Greg wasn’t laughing and instead raising a very unimpressed brow he stopped “Oh god you’re serious?! Y/N are not dating! We’re just friends and always have been”.

Greg placed down his cup “But just there and all the other times? You’re always hugging and giggling and walking arm and arm…” Greg rambled on and Sherlock rolled his eyes with irritation.

“Yes because Y/N is a great friend of mine, she’s the only one who’s just as smart as me. That’s why we get on so well but, if we were together, we’d always be arguing and bickering since we are both so competitive. If you like Y/N you should say something…you might just be surprised” Sherlock muttered those last words to himself.

Greg didn’t say anything else and instead left Sherlock with the case with a relieved yet scrambled brain. Maybe he could attempt to confess his feelings.

You picked Rosie up and left her back at the flat just as John was getting in “Where’s the pest?” You asked and John shrugged his shoulders while taking Rosie from you. Your phone buzzed, a message from Sherlock ‘Meet me at the shard. Top level’ you sighed and slipped the phone back into your pocket, letting John know that was where you were going.

You arrived and there was no sign of Sherlock. The sun was setting over London and bursts of bright white and orange street lights lit up below your feet as the sky marbled with hues of black, blue and deep orange.

“Almost looks like a picture…” A voice from behind make you jump “You get the text too?” Greg asked walking closer to you, standing side by side as you both looked out the window.

“Yeah but I don’t know where he is,” you let out a sigh and pressed your hand against the window “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You admired the view. Greg turned his head slightly and admired the view of you.

“Yeah, you are” Greg barely knew what he was saying as the words involuntary slipped out of his mouth.

You froze for a moment as a smile twitched on your lips. You turned your head towards Greg “What did you just say?” You asked shifting yourself closer to him. Greg’s eyes widened in realisation at what he just said.

“I…I..mean…” He stuttered out and you pressed your finger to his mouth to stop his stuttering. You slowly pulled it away when he stopped “I…really like you Y/N” he softly whispered out. You smiled and gently kissed the DI.

“I like you too, Greg” you whispered against his lips.

“Well finally!” Sherlock’s booming voice made you both jump “I’ve been waiting for the past ten minutes!”

“Sherlock!” You and Greg both screamed. “What are you doing here?” You asked a bit annoyed and confused.

Sherlock motioned his head and you followed him holding onto Greg’s hand. Sherlock lead you through to a beautifully decorated room with scenic views of London. There was a table in the centre with a meal already on it “You…you did this?” You asked catching your breath as tears welled in your eyes.

“Well I had a little help” Sherlock admitted “But it was my idea. I knew I could get my two friends together who were totally obvious to the other ones feelings. Looks like I did” you and Greg both shyly smiled before thanking Sherlock and having your first date together over London.

“This is perfect” you smiled and reached across to hold Greg’s hand.

“You spoke too soon” Sherlock mumbled and grabbed his violin “Now I’m making it perfect”.

You and Greg both rolled your eyes with a playful smile before both muttering “Show off”.

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( blog opinions // accepting )

my opinion on:

character in general: i’m in love with greg lestrade and want to marry him and hug him and make him smile bcuz that man deserves it for all the shit he puts up with and honestly i wish there was more of him because i just fucking love him a lot and he’s so good to sherlock and he’s the best and i just get really emotional about greg lestrade because i think he’s a big teddy bear that needs a hug and a coffee.how they play them: dianne loves greg probably more than i do and it definitely shows in her writing and how she talks about him and its just wonderful to see the way she takes every little aspect of him and he's so soft and gentle and i love him and the way she writes him so much because you can see how much she cares about her writing and her muse and thats such a beautiful thing ya know??the mun: okay okay okay dianne is like the sweetest lil bean and i just. cannot get over how genuinely kind she is. like bad days are really difficult to have with her because she just wants her friends to be happy and she's so good at ensuring that and is like the best listener and idk man i just adore her fight me.

do i:

follow them: it’d be a crime not to.rp with them: nOT ENOUGH.want to rp with them: MORE PLEASE.ship their character with mine: haha what do u mean of course not we dont have at least fifteen threads where sherl and greg are in love what do u m e a n.

what is my:

overall opinion: i wanna hug greg but mostly i wanna hug dianne.

***note: mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[fanficsandfluff]

Ah yeah, I get what you mean. And I've been writing a lot of the Lord of the Rings and The Musketeers (have you watched any of them?) lately on my fanfiction account.. well, in saying that, I haven't updated my stories in a while now, but I do want to. Just having writers block and not really had the time :// but thank god it's almost the weekend!! Still need to get my little sister a 13th bday present though for Friday o.o any ideas? XD ~ sherl

Hmmmm…. well what is your sister into? AND ALSO HI WHAT LINK ME UR FANFIC ACCOUNT I WANNA READ UR STUFF! (ofc if u wanna stay on anon, i understand. i just really wanna read ur stuff). And I’ve seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but I’m more of a Hobbit fan. Haven’t gotten into the new Musketeers show tho