These beautiful little hands. Grabbing everything.

These beautiful dark eyes. Searching for something glittering and exciting.

These beautiful red lips. Smiling this adorable smile every time his Dads come in sight.

“Take him Sherlock. He wants it.” John and Sherlock stood beside the cradle.

“I think he is quite happy in there. Look at his eyes. They are sleepy. He didn´t sleep for,” he looked at the clock on the wall,” three hours.”

“No excuses Sherlock.” John said patiently and touched his hand softly.

“Okay, Uhm… how do I…?”

“Just take him in your arm.” Said John.

As John saw that Sherlock wasn´t moving, he took a step to the cradle and took Hamish on his arm. Hamish giggled and reached for John´s collar. John smiled back at his son and looked up to Sherlock.

“It is easy.” John didn´t hesitated Sherlock to take his own son into his arms. Since the arrival Sherlock avoided it to take him, even to touch him. But John could see that he couldn’t stand not to touch him. Every time Hamish smiles at Sherlock, there is a little flicker in his eyes. John just saw this once, where John told him that he wanted to be together with him. And Hamish causes this reaction every time he smiles his beautiful smile at Sherlock.

“I can´t take him.” Sherlock whispered.

“I will hurt him. I will hurt him like I hurt everyone. He is so fragile and little, I mean look at these little fingers…” his voice broke.

“Sherlock, stop.” John stepped to his partner, Hamish in his arm. “You cannot hurt him.” John whispered these words.

John reached for Sherlock’s arm and prepared him for Hamish. Then slowly he laid the little child in Sherlock’s arm. Hamish cheered and giggled. John was still holding Hamish, and Sherlock’s eyes were fixed on his little boy. Sherlock felt the warmth of Hamish body and joy spread all over his body. A single tear ran over his cheek and John wiped it with his hand away. “You could never hurt anyone.” Sherlock recognized that John wasn´t holding Hamish anymore. Quickly Sherlock put his free arm around Hamish. Another giggle. Hamish little hand reached out for Sherlock’s cheek and touched it softly. His dark eyes met Sherlock’s and there was this perfect moment that would last forever. This feeling would last forever.

Have I wasted an entire evening recreating my theme for the second time this week? Potentially. 

Have I created verses and tags just so Severin’s army days are documented under “Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em.”? Yes. 

But on the upside I finally have a relationship page for everyone I write with regularly, everyone I have recently started writing with, and everyone I plan to start writing with (@gamblingtigersniper I’m looking at you…)

 It’s right here. Since returning to tumblr so many of you have been so nice in such a short space of time and I’m grateful for it. Plus, my OCD has been insisting I redesign all day. I had fun though, I mean. 

@bashertigermoran @gunpxint @so-touchingly-loyal @jillianmoriarty @moriartystailor @tomo-neil @flight-of-the-thieving-magpie @endofmygun @i-am-hamishwatsonholmes @gamblingtigersniper

RULES: Post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see.
TAGGED BY: @i-am-hamishwatsonholmes

Gasoline by Halsey

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say,

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen,
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Tagging: @watsonofagun @letshavediinner @drcpalmer @bbcmycroft @vtrevor @mycroft-hxlmes @inomniscience @hisloyalwriterjw

iamhamishwatsonholmes  asked:


from this meme for  @i-am-hamishwatsonholmes
v; happily ever after |*| (happy verse)

    INBOX: Does she have to go back to you? We can take her to school, we’re happy to have her! JW
    SMS [ jumper grandad ] ; I’d say hang onto her forever but apparently her dad is starting to miss her. Also the dog keeps whining at her bedroom door, unless you want to take both of them off my hands too?

@i-am-hamishwatsonholmes​​ ❤️️’d this for valentines feels
v; whistles |*| (musicians)

SMS [ lovecat ] ; saw you in NME today, have to say you looked pretty fit.

SMS [ lovecat ] ; sorry i couldn’t get over, been stuck in the studio for a stupid amount of time at the moment. missing live gigs, like for real.

SMS [ lovecat ] ; not as much as you.

MMS [ lovecat ] ; missingyou.mp4

SMS [ lovecat ] ; timezones suck, and the beer here is shit. but no cuddles is the worst.