#sherlock x taylor swift

[221bug]

You shit talked me under the table

Talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all

Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they secondhand embarrassed

That I can’t get out of bed

Cause something counterfeit is dead?

loml- Taylor Swift

[heyheresathou]

how do y'all not let the things you like consume your entire being

[rainy221b]

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right.

[sherlockcorner]

Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) x HLV

[exyzedd]

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[221bug]

I have to add:

1. epiphany (folklore) is very John coded although might give PTSD/ war flashbacks

2. The smallest man who ever lived (TTPD) reminds me of Moriarty- “you deserve prison but you won’t get time, you’ll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars”

3. no body, no crime (evermore), Sherlock would solve the crime even without a body

Do you like any Taylor Swift songs?

No.

[meep-meep-richie]

❛ 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 ❜

Castles Crumbling || Sherlock & John

[henrythepug]

listening to:

after watching The Reichenbach Fall is insane of me.

Good thing i’ve never been crazier.

[writesleah]

masterlist

easy access to fics i have written and posted

all are written with fem!readers in mind

harry potter

౨ৎ mattheo riddle

!reader moodboards

౨ৎ downtown!reader

tags

❀ fluff

❁ angst

✿ smut/implied smut

[asherloki]

Celebrating with Fanarts!

Hello! so finally I'm gonna be doing the fanart celebration! yey! if you guys are unaware then let me tell you I am an illustrator and I've done illustrations for many books till now, so to celebrate my little milestone 200 followers I'd like to make fanarts. I'll make three of them and here's what I'm focusing on.

1) Taylor Swift's song or a lyric of her any song to turn into a fanart

2) Taylor's song or a lyric of it to make digitally illustrated wallpaper.

3) And thirdly her song or a line of it associated to any character of the fandoms I write for and make a fanart.

now there are rules,

1) you have to be following me.

2) anons allowed (do follow if you like though)

3) I'll be making three, don't be disappointed if I don't make yours, but if I really like your idea I'd make an exception.

I hope you like my arts! waiting eagerly for the requests.

thank you.

[221bug]

May 12th-Family

Sometimes it was hard for Sherlock.

To sit at the dinner table and look at John and Rosie. His Family. His entire world.

And remember how he almost lost it all.

Tonight it seemed to wash over him like frigid water. Chilling him down to his bones and rendering his body still. His stomach dropped, like it remembered the feeling of falling.

It was only 9 o���clock. Rosie had gone to bed and usually Sherlock and John would take advantage of that time to spend time together. But tonight Sherlock wandered wordlessly into their room, while John typed away in his laptop.

Curse having a teenager daughter. He thought as he put a headphone in his ear. Rosie insisted on playing Taylor Swift on the morning commute to school so of course now he had one of her songs stuck in his head.

And not even a fun pop song.

He laid down in the bed and curled into himself as each line twisted the knife in his chest.

‘Were you sent by someone, who wanted me dead.’

He had wanted him dead. Moriarty was going to make sure he was dead.

‘Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified and you’ll confess why you did it.’

Why did he do it? Why did he rip Sherlock’s entire life apart?

‘And you deserve prison but you won’t get time, you’ll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars.’

Another knife. He managed to escape. They could’ve stopped it before it went any further and he escaped.

‘You kicked out the stage lights but you’re still performing.’

Even with a bullet in his head, Moriarty’s show continued. Even in death, he continued to pull strings on his little puppets.

‘And in plain site you hid, but you are what you did. And I’ll forget you but I’ll never forgive The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.’

Light tears rolled slowly down his cheeks now. He saw flashes of John and Rosie, his parents, even Mycroft. He would never forgive that Moriarty tried to take him from them. Moriarty was a coward, a loser, someone who got off on other people’s suffering. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.

He pulled his headphones out and tossed them on the nightstand. He continued to lay in bed, letting grief make its way through him.

John snuck in at some point and just curled up next to him, wrapping comforting arms around him.

No one would ever come between him and his family again.

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It’s 5am and I can’t sleep, have TS songs stuck in my head of course, so here we are. I just make @calaisreno prompts fit whatever I have in my head at the moment lol

[theupsideofyou]

Hiyyaa <3

My name is Alice/Goose I’m 22 from the UK

My blog is mainly Deadpool and Wolverine but I also post

❀ X-Men/Marvel stuff

❀ Heartstopper

❀ Sherlock

❀ Taylor Swift

❀ Dan and Phil

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Check out my side blog for Poolverine fic recs @poolverineficrecs

Allsssoooo have a look at my Poolverine playlist on Spotify

I love u all have a great day ♡

[rainy221b]

Oh, what a valiant roar,

What a bland goodbye

...And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life.

TRF x loml (by Taylor Swift)

[sherlockcorner]

[j-eryewrites]

Love Story

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ANON Request: Can you do a fic based on “love story” by Taylor Swift? Sherlock and the reader are in a relationship, but he's older than her and her mother is probably not for this marriage, so they meet, hiding from others, and like the song he proposes to her.

Author’s Notes: OMG this was so fun to write! Super fluffy and slightly OOC Sherlock. I hope you guys enjoy it! I tried to not make this one too long, but oh well…

Warning: Just major fluff

Flashes of gold and silver twirled around the room. Under the lights of the chandeliers, partners waltz hand in hand. The women dressed from head to toe in the finest silks and fabrics. They wore the shiniest and most entrancing of jewellery. The men were sharply dressed. Not a wrinkle in sight on their tuxedos as they led their partners around the room. Their elegance and grace exceeded your own as you admired the view along the wall. 

You’d never seen a live orchestra before, let alone have one accompany the dancers at a ball. It was London’s greatest charity event of the year. All those who oozed importance or wealth attended. Never in your life could you have imagined you’d be one of those people. You wouldn’t say you were anyone of importance or wealthy. However, you were important to someone. 

“Meet me in the garden.” 

You don’t need to see to know who whispered into your ear. The sharp constants, slight coarseness, and tone seething with intelligence only meant one thing–Sherlock. 

You don’t even get to reply because he’s out of sight by the time you turn around. You looked back once more at the ball letting the music and dancers spin you into a trance before the cool air of the outdoors called for you. 

The garden itself was just as breathtaking as the life of the ball. The moon showed brightly that night, as did the stars. The sky seemed to dance to its own song. The silver light cascaded down illuminating your path. In the garden, Sherlock had said. Where you did not know, but something told you that you’d find him, just like you did all those years ago. 

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

I'm standing there

He said he needed an expert. You didn’t understand why it was you. You were only a freshly graduated art student just making your way into the world. Name after name you gave Sherlock, all people who were better qualified than you to give the world’s only consulting detective advice. 

He proved you wrong. You were the freshest mind of them all. Your mind was still structured by the greats and the lessons your schooling gave you. You didn’t have experience or time to make art your own, unlike the others you suggested instead. You didn’t forget your schooling, how could you when it was all you knew? 

You gave your advice. A case was solved and soon there was another. One after the other it came. How could you refuse? After all, he said he needed an expert. 

See you make your way through the crowd

And say "Hello"

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles

“Here,” Sherlock said before dropping something smooth and small into the palm of your hand. 

You pry away your fingers and smile. A pebble. A rock. The shiniest thing you’ve ever seen. If you looked at it just right, there were hints of green and blue. You peer up at Sherlock.

“It reminded me of you,” Sherlock muttered. His cheekbones were ever so slightly blushed, and his sapphire blue eyes averted yours. 

“Sherlock–” You grinned. 

“I read that penguins present what they deem the most perfect stones to those they wish to court,” Sherlock explained. 

You look down at the small stone in your hand. 

“Yes”

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story, baby, just say yes

Mycroft. You were wondering when you would meet Sherlock’s brother. You never expected to be forced into a black car and driven to the middle of nowhere. The man was just how you pictured him: Stern, cold, tall, and intelligent. 

He told you to stay away. Sentiment is a chemical defect in the brain. A defect that Sherlock must not have. He offered you money and anything your heart desired. You shook your head. You already had your heart’s desire. 

(Takes place at a ball/gala. Reader and Sherlock are there, and he’s asked her to meet him in the garden. As she’s walking through the garden, she is getting flashbacks on how they met: Reader needs help on a case and they meet Sherlock, then cut to after the case on the back of an ambulance, Sherlock asks the reader to go for coffee sometime, then it cuts to Mycroft meeting with reader basically paying her to stay away from Sherlock since Sentiment is a chemical defect in the brain. She refuses and now we come to the ball. She finds Sherlock in the garden and he’s proposing to her. It ends with yes and then the song lyrics (these are scattered throughout)

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said

"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone

I love you, and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say yes"

Your hands were cold from the night air, but you never cared. “Meet me in the garden,” he said, and, in the garden, you did find him. A head full of dark curls that you loved to brush your fingers through. Eyes that sang of home and you wished you could never leave. Sherlock stood there in the garden next to the roses and the lilies.

He held out his hand to which you placed yours. His lips meet each of your knuckles before pulling away. There was something on your finger. It was small, round, and smooth. 

The pebble glimmered under the moonlight. You gasped, cried, and smiled. A small stone you thought you had lost now found home on your finger. 

“Will you marry me?” Sherlock whispered. 

Yes

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