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Happy Birthday Arthur Conan Doyle

On May 22, 1859, Arthur Conan Doyle, the British writer best known for his creation of the detective Sherlock Holmes , was born in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Interestingly enough, genealogy detectives have discovered that Benedict Cumberbatch, the British actor who portrays Sherlock Holmes in the PBS/BBC television series, is distantly related to the author who created the iconic character more than a century ago. Cumberbatch, 40, and the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who died in 1930, were 16th cousins, twice removed, according to the web site Ancestry.com. 

Watch AP’s interview with the Sherlock star earlier this year.

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IVE ALWAYS ASSOCIATED THIS SONG W SHERLOCK OMG I NEVER KNEW OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO IM  ACTUALLY CRYING

Come Watson, the game is afoot! Did you miss me? I’m back from my Christmas vacation, and can finally post this sketch I did before Christmas! Benedict Cumberbatch’s take on Sherlock Holmes is fantastic, and I can’t wait for the next season! Maybe I’ll end up taking this sketch further–we’ll see! He is everyones favorite high-functioning sociopath, after all!

If you’re interested, you can view the finished illustration here! And if you’d like to see my illustration process, click here!

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I didn’t know Andrew didn’t tell Benedict that it was a near kiss and not a real one. 0-0 He let Ben kiss him without telling him! XD oh Andrew… ;)) (well I would have done pretty much the same if I was him.. 😂)

Originally posted by flirtings-over-sherlock

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Meeting Sherlock (Sherlock Imagine)

“Flight 309 to London has been delayed two hours.” I heard over the intercom. I looked around the airport and sighed. That was not the news I wanted to hear. I walked over and took a seat in one of the chairs sitting in the main hall. I looked around at all the people who sat, eating, talking on their phones, and reading waiting for their flights.

I pulled out my phone and sent out a text to my mom letting her know my flight was delayed. Why did I? Because I have always updated her on what was going on in my life. Why I did it? I still cannot figure out. I began texting my best friend when I looked up to feel someone’s eyes on me. I looked around the airport. There are so many people here, anyone could be looking at me. I shook off the feeling and continued to text my friend about my flight and that I’d be back a little later than I expected.

I’m from America, Ohio to be exact, but I moved to London last year to get away from everyone and spend time with the friends I had made online over my teen years. Surprisingly, life was a lot better for me there. I looked around again, still feeling watched. I locked eyes with a man across the room. He wore a long black coat and a navy blue scarf that complimented his bright blue eyes. He began walking toward me, making the black curls on his head bounce slightly. He removed his eyes from mine as he turned to sit down next to me.

“Uh-,” I began when he stuck out his hand.

“Hi. I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he said.

“I’m Y/N.” I smiled at him.

“What’s in London for you?” he asked.

“My home…” I responded. He smirked a bit and shook his head. “How did you know I was going-,”

“Your ticket is sticking out of your pocket and you looked a little irritated before you sat down.” he said.

“You were watching me?” I asked him, quirking my eyebrow. He looked away from me and at his hands in his lap.

“I may have observed you from afar.” he said. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

“I’m honored.” I smiled at him.

The two hours passed quite quickly, they were filled of Sherlock deducing people as they passed, and let me tell ya, some people are messed up! Finally they announced the plane was boarding. I stood up as did Sherlock. He walked with me down the terminal and onto the plane. I took my seat beside a window and watched as Sherlock walked to the other side of the plane and took his seat. I was a little disappointed I didn’t get his phone number so we could talk some more. The doors closed and we began to take flight. After about ten minutes I noticed the man next to me talking to someone.

“Excuse me, would you mind trading me seats. I wanted to talk to my new friend,”

I looked up to see Sherlock talking to the man next to me. I smiled up at him and the man nodded taking his things and moving over to where Sherlock sat previously. He sat down next to me and held his coat in his arms. His navy blue button up complimenting him nicely.

“What do you want?” I asked him. He sat there speechless. He looked at me, searching my face.

“I just thought-,”

“I’m joking. I’m glad you came over.” I smiled. I noticed he relaxed a bit and smiled.

“Sherlock?”

“Yeah,”

“Why didn’t you deduce me?” I asked leaning over to look at him closer.

“I don’t want to.” he replied.

“You can just control it?” I asked.

“Not really, but I’m ignoring it.”

I rubbed my arms and sat back in my seat, looking out the window. I began to close my eyes and noticed Sherlock doing the same. Slowly, I leaned my head on his shoulder. I felt him lay something over me. I peeked down to see his coat. Carefully, I looked up at him to see he was watching me again, a smirk on his lips as he rested his head on mine.

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Originally posted by fangirlhani


I’ve never done this. My first post! :)