the bottom gif is so, like, John and Sherlock just went on their first date, and John lives in this big fancy apartment building, and he’s standing on the steps waiting for the clueless Sherlock to give him a goodnight kiss.
Shamelessly re-reblogging for this little ficlet, inspired by anon-fangirl’s comment.(AU where John and Sherlock solve crimes together but don’t live together … John’s finally built up the courage to ask Sherlock out)___________________________________________________________________“So I … I had a lovely time tonight.”
“You did?” Sherlock sounded astounded.
“Yes, really, lovely, um, lovely time.” John rocked back on his heels, unsure of how to proceed. “Did you …?”
“Did I what?”
“Nothing, I just … I was just wondering whether you liked it, too. Tonight, I mean. Our … um … I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. It’s been some time for me and … uh … you know …” What the hell are you doing, shut up, shut up NOW, John chided himself.
He’d never been someone to babble like that before, hell, he’d never been someone to be this nervous on a date before, either. He just always liked to make sure his date had fun and until now his dates had always been women. He knew how to talk to them. This here, this was new. And not so much because it was a man but because it was Sherlock.
“Yes.”
“Oh, you …? I’m glad. So …” John was trying to catch Sherlock’s eyes but the detective seemed to have found some stain on his coat that he was busy rubbing at, making it impossible to meet John’s eyes just now. An invisible stain, too.
“I’d love to do this again, you know”, John tried.
“Yeah, why not.” Sherlock kept scrutinizing the invisible stain.
“Well, then, you have my number, why don’t you give me a call some time …” John trailed off following Sherlock’s eyes. Apparently he had now decided to turn his full attention to the rooftops and trees around them. There was nothing interesting to see up there if you asked John, but then again he wasn’t the genius detective in the coat with that wonderfully curly dark hair, the most gorgeous, sensual hands, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen and an ass he was dying to give a little squeeze. Or pull heatedly closer while he was frantically shoving his tongue down the other man’s throat… Stop it!, he told himself again.
This was awkward enough as it was, he wasn’t even sure he’d see the other man ever again after tonight. No need to stand here with a hard-on, too. Although it would be a nice touch, make his infatuation a little more obvious because it wasn’t quite obvious enough just yet, the way he kept trying and failing to bring this date to the desired end. This really felt like his first date ever. John found himself chuckling unexpectedly.
Sherlock’s eyes snapped back to him and John guiltily swallowed his laughter.
“Right, then.” He cleared his throat. “Um …”
“What?”
Oh, what the hell. “I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me, Sherlock. That’s what all this nervousness was about. I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me. There, I said it. It’s what people do. Kiss each other at the end of a date. If it went well, that is.”
Sherlock looked down at his feet. “John, actually, to be honest, I-”
John sighed. He’d seen this coming. “It’s ok, Sherlock, really. I figured. You don’t have to explain. I’m glad you gave it … this … you gave this a try but you’ve said early on that you’re married to your work and I should have known better. I just couldn’t not ask you out just this one time, you know? But it’s ok if dating isn’t your thing, really.”
Sherlock cleared his throat. “Actually, I wanted to ask if you’d like me to come in.”
Month: August 2015
what am i doing
fuuuuuuuuuuck
[reblogs for the 23924753 time]
molly: “you’re most certainly going to die”
mycroft: “what was directly behind you when you were murdered? … Balance of probability, little brother”
sherlock: “they’re putting me down too now”
sherlock: *actually dies*
sherlock: that wasn’t a miss, it was surgery
me: what
Look, I don’t want a giant pile of wank pointed my way, but I’m going to put this out here and say it once:
I’m so tired of this fandom. Not all of you, of course, not even most of you. I know the vast majority of us just want to ship whatever we ship, delight over the show we love, discuss and create what we want.
But there’s also a reason that people stay out of it. My best friend enjoys the show, but says that she’s ‘not in the fandom’. Because she’s seen how much shit goes on over here and wants no part of it. And that’s sad. It puts up a wall. If all someone sees of a fandom or a group is shitposts and infighting, then why the hell would they want to be part of it?
I know I haven’t been writing as much. Part of that is time and stuff going on with me, part of it is the show, and part of it is fandom. It’s difficult for me to write anything with the show where it stands now. I don’t mind writing stuff going back in time or AUs, or other pairings, but my Johnlock feels kind of broken and I don’t know how to get that back.Hopefully S4, whenever we get it, will fix some of that.
I’m lucky in that I joined fandom when I did. It was the late summer of 2013, things were still vibrant, everyone was still puzzling over Reichnbach and I was able to write and grow and get so much positive feedback and meet so many amazing people that my life was literally changed.
But something has happened over the last year. Maybe it’s just part of a fandom’s lifecycle. Maybe we’re all just trying to deal with s3. Maybe the more strident voices in this fandom are driving out those of us just trying to do what we do. Well, that one isn’t a maybe, that has certainly happened. And it makes me sad when we lose those voices, when people are so fed up and tired of this fandom that they stop participating. Sure they’re still writing and creating other things, turning their attentions elsewhere (for the most part), but I can’t blame them for wanting out of this. Even if they aren’t a target of the wank themselves, how much are they willing to have on their dashes, how much are they willing to tolerate?
I don’t like bullying, in any form. I was bullied far too much as a kid to tolerate it as an adult. Even if you’re self-righteously convinced that yours is the only way, that what you’re doing is best for other people, I would plead with you to think about what you’re doing, and who you’re hurting in an effort to ‘correct’ things.
I’m not going anywhere, I don’t think. I’m still here, in my own little corner. But I’m also posting this because even though I’m a nobody I’m still afraid to post it, still afraid this will make me a target. And that’s not right.
This is exactly it. I know a lot of people want to avoid the whole thing entirely and don’t want to see any wank on their dash, and that’s more than fine. But as a fandom, as a community, I think we really need to take a look at ourselves and make some positive changes, because over the last year or so there have been so many times when I’ve see people take hiatuses or want to leave entirely (including myself) because of some of the pure meanness that can come out of the woodwork sometimes.
This used to be a place of excitement and joy. It used to be such pure fun.
I can’t say that about the Sherlock fandom anymore.
I agree completely. I’m not afraid of the wank but I’d rather it wasn’t there at all. I mean getting labeled as a paedophile supporter just for eblogging a list of fic recs, would be funny if it wasn’t so damaging. I lost people I thought were friends over that, just because they believed the wank. This is the side of the fandom I don’t want any part of. I do however think they are few and that they get bored easily, looking for new blood to bash.
I was in this fandom before the internet existed, before tumblr and I’ll be in it long after too.
I’m going to tell you something that may or may not make you feel better: there has always been wank in this fandom. Hear me out. I know that sounds bad, but it is actually the best thing.
I came in here just prior to series 2, around the fall of 2011, and let me tell you: it was not a wank-free space. Before we had Mary wank, we had Irene wank, and before that, there was Sally wank. OH, THE SALLY WANK.
marielikestodraw, an incredible artist, deleted her page because of harassment. Pretty sure it was because she drew some (great!!) arts for a fic that had a (GASP) woman involved with John and Sherlock. (This was post-S1, so it was, amazingly, Sarah. Good fic; highly recommend.) oatmealjumper, who ran probably the best fic rec page around in those days and who I still love to pieces, left for a number of reasons.
Awesome people have always come in and out of fandom, and it’s always been heartbreaking to lose them. Here’s the good thing though: you know who else left? The people who harassed ‘em.
What I’m saying isn’t that this place has always been toxic. I’m saying that toxic people come, and the fandom outlasts them. There is always enough love in this place to outweigh everything else. The good lasts. Bitterness is hard to sustain, but damn, is it fun to keep up pure, sincere enjoyment.
Someone will always find something to wank about, but those people don’t last. The excitement lasts.
I remember the Sally wank, my god, I got shredded when I said I didn’t like the character. And the loss of marielikestodraw still hurts me but you’re right, the wank comes and goes and the best policy is to ignore it as best you can.
Call me cynical, but it kind of feels like all the good people are leaving and the wankers are staying, determined to make this fandom in their own image and only with people who think exactly like them.
I understand why it feels that way. This is why I think it’s important to spend some time talking about this issue from the side of those of us who don’t want the wankers to take over. I know I would rather spend my time writing fic and reblogging metas and having heated discussions over the state of Sherlock’s cherry, but the fact that people are so scared to say anything does not sit well with me.
The fact that I was scared to post it was the final reason I did so.
“Sorry i’m late, there was a huge plot twist”
who needs a social life when you have followers who don’t talk to you and you run a blog no one cares about
loudest-subtext-in-television:
loudest-subtext-in-television:
is there a gifset of the parallels of John and Sherlock sarcastically flirting with armed goons to throw them off-kilter?
I mean in ASiB when Sherlock says, “Do you want me on my knees, too?” and in HLV when John says, “Doesn’t mean I’m not pleased to see you.”
totally straight stuff, should be documented
Imagine Moriarty’s goons trading stories about all the times John or Sherlock sarcastically flirted with them.
Goon A: “And so I told him if he didn’t stop running his mouth, I was gonna stick him!”
Goon B: “What did he say?”
Goon A: “‘We’ve only just met.’ I swear he was really flirting!”
Goon B: “Oh yeah, Holmes’ll do that. But it’s the little one you’ve–”
Goon A: “I’m gettin’ to that! So I goes to stab him but that tiny guy, his boyfriend or whatever –”
Goon B: “Boss says it isn’t like that.”
Goon A: “– bodyguard, he comes up behind me –”
Goon B: “I seen boss kill a man for saying that.”
Goon A: “– grabs me, jabs a gun in my back, and he says, ‘Got anything for me?’”
Goon B: “What’d you do?”
Goon A: “Well I couldn’t do nothin’, y’see, on account of the gun. But my point is Holmes starts laughin’ –”
Goon B: “Hate that prick.”
Goon A: “And he says, ‘Calm down. He’s barely got anything for me,’ and you know what he means, right? I mean, ice pick and all, he’s thinks he’s real funny. So I says, ‘I’ve killed men with ice picks before –’”
Goon B: “Fine weapon.”
Goon A: “And the little one goes, ‘They were faking it.’ He’s meant to be a doctor, you know? He knows they can kill people, fucker was just making fun of me. And then they both start laughin’ up a storm!”
Goon B: “Unprofessional.”
Goon A: “So I says, ‘It won’t be so funny when you’re on the ground,” and –“
Goon B: “Oh no.”
Goon A: “Not my finest moment, but. It was unsettlin’, alright? And Holmes just looks at me, with this stupid smirk on his face. He holds out his arms and says, ‘Go on, then: *stick me.*’ And he said it just like that, you hear it?”
Goon B: “I hear it.”
Goon A: “With that innuendo in it? Said it just like that.”
Goon B: “I believe it.”
Goon A: “Did this… thing… with his mouth, when he said it. You know what I mean?”
Goon B: “Like when a woman flirts with you.”
Goon A: “Blatant! In front of his boyfriend and everything!”
Goon B: “Don’t say that around boss.”
Goon A: “And I tells ya… even if there hadn’t been a gun on me, I don’t think I couldda stuck him. Not after that.”
Goon B: “That’s why he did it.”
Goon A: “I don’t think so. I think he really wanted to get stabbed.”
Goon B: “It’s dishonorable, is what it is. Makin’ us uncomfortable. Real men don’t fight that way.”
Goon A: “He seemed sincere.”
Goon B: “He wasn’t into you.”
Goon A: “I think he was. So his partner or whatever is snickering, he’s got his gun on me, I can’t stab a man who’s gonna get off on it, what else could I do?”
Goon B: “You try to run.”
Goon A: “Had me handcuffed in under a minute.”
Goon B: “’Holmes always has handcuffs.’”
Goon A, nodding: “’Holmes always has handcuffs.’ So I’m lyin’ there in the middle of the canned goods aisle and his bodyguard leans in and asks, ‘Was it good for you?’”
Goon B: “It was good for him. That I’d believe.”
Goon A: “You think it’s a kind of…?”
Goon B: “I seen boss kill a man for speculating.”
Goon A: “… with those two…?”
Goon B: “Not speculating.”
Goon A: “But you think the little one was into me.”
Goon B: “I think it was good for him.”
Goon C, breaking his silence: “Once I was picking a lock and Holmes snuck up and whispered, ‘Don’t twist it so hard. Have some finesse.’ Went straight down my spine.”
Goon B: “Dishonorable.”
Goon A: “I think he liked you.”
John and Sherlock on their first crime scene after everyone at NSY knows they’re a couple, and Sherlock’s trying so hard to not act any differently with John than he always has, but he keeps flushing and grinning and biting his lip every time John praises him, and he’s getting more and more flustered because he doesn’t want to embarrass John, and John can see Sherlock’s getting more inside his own head and finally he just walks over and takes Sherlock’s hands, thumbs rubbing soothingly over the insides of his wrists, and kisses him full on the mouth in front of everyone. And Sherlock sighs against John’s lips and feels himself relaxing, every muscle just loosening one by one as John keeps kissing him and kissing him, and finally John pulls back and tilts his head, smiling and looking at Sherlock with so much affection, and says “Nothing to be embarrassed about here, love. Okay?” And Sherlock just nods and can’t believe what a goddamned treasure John Watson is, and then he goes into rapid fire deduction mode and solves the case in minutes because John always clears his headspace perfectly.
Steven and Mark, the early years
dammit I can’t find this, no matter what!!! Tried searching TheMoff, then Gaytiss, then the whole TheMoff, Gaytiss thing, nothing. Nada. Zilch.
does anyone have a link to the story somewhere, or did anyone by any chance download it to PDF before it was taken down?
My absolute favorite thing about BBC Sherlock is how in series 1, you think it’s a show about a bunch of normal people living with a sociopath; but by series 3, you realize it’s about a clever landlady who used to work in a drug ring, a pathologist who convinced the world’s most terrifying criminal mastermind to watch Glee, an ex-CIA assassin trying to rebuild her life, an ex-army medic with an adrenaline addiction who laughs at crime scenes, a powerful British government official who cares more about his little brother’s safety than the security of the entire country, and an emotional genius who secretly loves dancing while he suppresses his feelings to prevent his heart from being broken.
This is the single best piece of meta I have ever had the good fortune to read.
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