John Holmes


BBC Sherlock - How many times do we die?

How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams… at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost?


This video starts right after Sherlock killed Magnussen and before he goes on the suicide mission.


I’m so sorry that it took me so long to upload a new video. The only excuse that I have is that I taught myself a new editing program. I think I overdid it a bit with the colour grading and the [Vintage] effects but nevertheless it’s not THAT bad for my first try, right?

anonymous asked:

"JOHN!" Sherlock shouts in a panic. "What?" John asks confused because he's been sitting in the same spot for the last three hours. "I can't see," Sherlock tells him. John sighs, walks over to the sofa and removes Sherlock's blind fold, "better?" "Better," Sherlock nods, "I don't remember putting on a blindfold before going to my mind palace." "You told me to put it on you," John replies. "I did?" Sherlock questions. "And then we had mind palace sex," John smiles. "Oh yeah... that was good."

PFFTT HAHAHAHAHA omg XD yes good~♥


-Anon request

Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,
Oh, won’t you please take me home,” you sung quietly to yourself, as you struggled under your shopping and tried to find your car keys in your purse.

Just an urchin livin’ under the street
I’m a hard case that’s tough to beat
I’m your charity case, so buy me something to eat
I’ll pay you at another ti-
” you stopped when you heard a twig snap behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could the opening of a street alley but you couldn’t see further than that.

Your heart started to speed up but you swallowed it down and ignored the prickling feeling at the back of your neck that told you, you were being watched.

I’ll pay you another time
Take it to the end of the lin-”

That time you definitely heard a foot fall behind you.

Just about to turn around and face whatever it was- it was probably a fox or something- you turned around when a heavy hand clamped firmly over your mouth. You screamed at the top of your lungs, though it was almost completely muffled by the gloved hand.

Feeling a bit dizzy, you realised you could smell something chemical-like on the hand. Shit, you thought to yourself, that’s not good. Blinking heavy eyelids, whatever was on the glove was making you slip steadily into unconsciousness.

In a last ditch effort, you sunk your teeth into the hand and your attacker shouted in pain, dropping his hold on you for long enough that you slipped around your car and was about to run at full pelt when you felt him grab you again.

Something sharp and cold pressed against your throat and you froze.

This was it. This was the end. You were going to be killed in the street by a faceless psycho.

That was a really shitty ending.

But then you heard someone shouting.

“Stop!” they cried. “Get away from her!”

Your attacker turned you both around and you saw two men- one tall with dark curly hair waving a hand gun, and the other shorter with lighter brown hair- running towards you. Without pause, the taller of the two slammed himself into the attacker and threw you both to the ground.

The fair-haired man helped you up and you both watched as the other man wrestled the knife man on the ground, finally beating him in the head with the butt of the gun and standing up, panting.

He brushed himself down and turned to you with a worn smile. “Hello there, I’m Sherlock, you can thank me later.”

“Huh,” you managed, before fainting right into the shorter man’s arms.

The finale of Artist in Residence just went up and I, for one, am saddened to see it end.  It was a very different story, in some ways, than anything else I’ve written, so it will always hold a special place in my heart.

Thank you all so very, very much for all of your support and kind words during the writing of this tale and I hope the ending is a satisfying one for you.  Now, on to another story and getting it updated… always something to work on!