I’ve watched the first couple of episodes of Elementary s3 and like, I’m not hating is as much as I feared based on press releases mentioning time-skips and female jealousy. but i’m still a bit dubious about where they’re going with this.

and after the end of s2 I desperately wanted more Joan, and like, to see Joan’s reactions to everything that happened. but stupid timeskip of stupid has effectively prevented that.

i would totally be here for a dynamic of Joan and Kitty becoming friends while Sherlock is confused by everything though. FINGERS CROSSED.

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

—  Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

Going Outside by Thomas Sanders

I was just thinking about Sherlock’s father telling Mary that his wife is a flake but a genius, and that she’s unbelievably hot. 

And it occurred to me that while I’ve been shipping it with my whole heart all this time, I may have underestimated how devastatingly attractive Sherlock actually is to John. There is the constant staring as a big hint, of course. The lip-licking, sure. The “being all cool with your cheekbones” comment, his agreement with Mary that watching someone you love storming into a dangerous situation is “a tiny bit sexy.” He knows. Of course he knows! He’s been experiencing that first hand, obviously!

But then this comment from Sherlock’s father which puts it all very plainly. He’s John, isn’t he? The mirror image and the future image. Sherlock says as much when John asks Sherlock on the stag night if he’s pretty, as far as I can tell. Sherlock’s impression of what’s attractive is based on childhood impressions, influences and role models. Of course John is attractive to him. John is perfect, as far as Sherlock is concerned. He’s the vitruvian man.

John is to Sherlock what Sherlock’s father is to Sherlock’s brilliant mother. And he says to Mary what John can’t quite manage to say to anyone, not even his therapist. Not yet, anyway. It’s what he will say, one day, when this drama and excitement is all over. When he’s an old man sitting and humming and looking back over the amazing things they’ve done together. Yes, Sherlock is a flake. He’s also a genius. And…he’s unbelievably hot. There was no other option for him. He couldn’t have chosen otherwise. He’ll drink his punch and hum to himself and Sherlock will finish his sentences and give him an affectionate pat.

Sorry, John. You’re already a passenger on this train, and it’s clearly only going in one direction. Good thing you don’t really want to be anywhere else.


… whatever you decide to do from now on… I will always love you!