I’m trying to prove something to my little sister.
If you pronounce it as “two-twenty-one B,” go to this post.
If you pronounce it as “twenty-two-one B,” go to this post.
If you pronounce it as “two-hundred-twenty-one B,” go to this post.
You don’t have a girlfriend then.
It’s not really my area.
Oh. Oh right. Do you have a boyfriend?
JOHN
YOU ARE LITERALLY BATTING YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM
or blinking
yeah just blinking
one extra gift for zhellyzee / skinofstripes because i was practicing drawing her Moran hehe
KEEP BEING AWESOME
still fucking laughing at that moment in the reichenbach fall when john opens the envelope with bread crumbs and then we have the americans over here like, ‘fucking hell that’s anthrax don’t touch it.’
Yeah, he gave me a fucking heart attack with that scene.
au meme → surprisingly, sherlock is the first one to say it.
“Hey, man, we’re sorry,” says the blonde one, the de facto leader of the group. He’s tall, strong, conventionally handsome, no older than 25, and wearing an ascot that must have been a gift from an older female. (Mother? Sister? Then again, it could be his girlfriend over there…) ”If we’d known about someone else investigating this place, we would’ve cut out a lot sooner.”
Sherlock just shrugs one shoulder—and suppresses a wince because it still hurts. ”I haven’t any interest in collaboration, but you weren’t completely underfoot.”
”What Sherlock means to say,” John adds (unhelpfully), “is that you saved our lives and we thank you for it.” He shoots a warm, relieved smile at Sherlock, which Sherlock has to appreciate a little bit. Just a little.
The blonde one laughs out loud, still shaky from the adrenaline rush of the past hour. Between giggles, he admits, “I wasn’t much of a help at all. You’d have to thank him for getting us out of that sticky situation.” He gestures with his thumb (a lifetime of playing American football, it looks like) at the group of twenty-somethings giving testimonies to Lestrade.
”Him” refers to the proud-looking Great Dane (purebreed) that’s busy sniffing around Lestrade’s feet. Against all odds, despite displaying abject cowardice earlier in the evening, that dog single-handedly prevented a deranged bootlegger from killing everyone. In retrospect, the entire sequence of events leading up to now almost seems cartoonish in its improbability. Sherlock still isn’t sure what happened actually did happen. Maybe John was right about that concussion.
”He’s saved our butts more times than I can count,” the blonde one is saying. ”We’re way used to it by now, trust me.”
Superwholock: The boys need help hunting an especially dangerous demon, but which demon, exactly?
WANT WANT WANT
I.
NEED.
THIS.
Tronlock again.
“Ex-military program, of course, Outlands service designations … but with a software patch like that, they’d never have let you back into field service after your injury. And there’s only one place where programs with that level of code corruption and data packet loss end up, isn’t there? The Grid Games.”
“You got all that without scanning my disc?”
“That’s what I do, Watson.”(Print available on redbubble.)
It’s just…staying.
#and this is precisely why i don’t understand people who were ‘surprised’ by moriarty’s suicide or thought it was OOC #the final problem was STAYING ALIVE. #and it was a problem not because he wanted to live but because he wanted to die. #’IT’S SO BORING ISN’T IT? IT’S JUST STAYING.’ #life was tedium and stasis for him. HE WANTED OUT. #the final problem - the endgame he has had in mind since series one - was about him being ready to die #and it wasn’t just his problem - he wanted to share it with sherlock #it wasn’t enough simply to die - he wanted (needed) to do it knowing that sherlock understood #death would have brought him no comfort without the knowledge that he hadn’t been alone on this miserable planet all along. #why do you think he is so fucking devastated to have ‘beaten’ sherlock? #sherlock disappointed him and now he hasn’t just lost him (‘I DON’T EVEN HAVE YOU’) but lost also the death he wanted for himself. #(the death he wanted for THEM - this was about a certain ‘togetherness’ for him - it was meaningless without sherlock) #and so he tells him ‘NOW I HAVE TO GO BACK TO PLAYING WITH THE ORDINARY PEOPLE’ #not because he WANTS to (as the disgust in his tone should make clear) #but because he doesn’t have it in him to die the way he wanted to without having his big moment of connectivity with sherlock #this is what makes him dying with sherlock’s hand in his so profound #it’s also what makes his ending such a moving and beautiful one - he got everything he wanted #the gun in one hand and sherlock’s in the other #as andrew scott has made clear - moriarty was a desolate lonely and unhappy character#and in his final moments that utter desolation melts away #as he and sherlock finally put the game aside for a few moments and share something honest devastating and intimate #moriarty wanted sherlock and he wanted death and the two became inextricable for him #’winning’ meant nothing - all he wanted was the feeling of sherlock’s hand in his and the relief of finally knowing there was SOMEONE #someone for him and someone LIKE him #this is why he dies with a smile on his face and this is why his suicide was the PERFECT ending to his arc
this was a really nice gifset till I got to the tags
It’s raining on my face now.
‘Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he.’
I blame this on indigogrim and my love of moriarty!aus. kind of related to this old drawing
Oh wow.
