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Sherlock checking up on John (John checking up on Sherlock)

Can anyone else see the relationship of the Scamander brothers being very similar to that of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes from the BBC series?  Newt worked for the Ministry of Magic for a short time, but Theseus made a career out of it as a powerful Auror.

I can just see a day when the Ministry needs the expert advice of one certain Magizoologist who has no intention of coming back to Britain at the moment.  It’s up to Theseus to drag him from whatever little outpost he’s at in the middle of the night, putting up a complete fuss the entire way until he’s seated outside the Minister of Magic’s door, wrapped in nothing but his camping blankets in defiance.

Theseus:  We are in the Ministry of Magic, the very heart of the wizarding British Nation.  Newton Scamander, put your trousers on.

@asktheseusscamander

anonymous asked:

John realises how selflessly Sherlock takes care of Rosie, and it helps him realise that Sherlock is actually a person truly and completely capable of loving. Much more than any other person he has ever known.

John and Rosie have been living back at Baker Street for two months when Rosie starts crying in the middle of the day.  John is up to his elbows in soapy water at the sink, trying to clean all the dishes from the mess that was lunch, and Sherlock has been sitting at his microscope for the past hour, hardly moving, working on some experiment or another.  John knows better than to attempt to ask him to help with the dishes when he’s so engrossed.  

Rosie just sits in the middle of the sitting room, screaming.

John curses and, in his haste, he accidentally drops one of the sippy cups, successfully spilling water all over the floor.  He sighs and leans down to pick it up, chucking it back in the sink and throwing a towel down over the spill.  He’ll have to clean it up later, after he calms Rosie down.  It isn’t until he’s almost got his hands completely dry, however, that he realizes Rosie has stopped yelling.

He looks over and almost drops the towel.  Sherlock is standing by the window, Rosie curled up in his arms.  He’s got his lips pressed against her head, and he’s murmuring quiet words that John can’t hear.  Rosie hiccups and takes deep, shuddering breaths, her fists curled into Sherlock’s robe.  After a few minutes, she lays her head down on his shoulder.

John doesn’t know how long he stands there staring at them, and he can’t quite pinpoint why the image of them together like that is making his chest hurt.  He’s seen them play together in the past couple of months; he’s seen Sherlock play Rosie the violin; he’s seen Sherlock read to her.  John’s eyes slide back to the microscope at the table where Sherlock’s abandoned slides and samples sit. 

It wasn’t that he thought Sherlock was selfish enough to ignore a screaming baby in favour of his experiments.  But…Sherlock had been known to tune out almost everything when he was working.  He’d even tuned out the fire alarm once when Mrs. Hudson had accidentally set her stove on fire.  John had had to drag him out of the flat.

But somehow, at the first sign of Rosie’s distress, Sherlock had been pulled from his work.  And now, as John watches, he thinks about all of the other times Sherlock has done something like that in the past few months, smaller things that John hadn’t quite taken note of at the time.  Ignoring texts from Lestrade; coming home with new nappies when John hadn’t even realized they were almost out; emerging from his mind palace when Rosie climbed up onto the sofa with him.  Little things that seemed so small and yet weren’t.

John swallows hard, setting the rag aside, and that’s when Sherlock looks up at him, just the ghost of a smile gracing his features.  John smiles back, and his throat feels tight because Sherlock is happy like this.  He’s content with John’s child in his arms, rocking her until she’s calm, abandoning his own wants for hers.

Rosie falls asleep in Sherlock’s arms, and he takes her upstairs to put her into her crib.  When he comes back down John has made up his mind, and he’s never seen Sherlock look so shocked as when John kisses him right then and there.

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Um, hello. Is, err… I’m sorry, Sherlock asked me to come. What, two weeks ago? Yeah, about two weeks.

anonymous asked:

I love your line sketches of the BBcsherlock characters and would love to learn how to draw this way. This style where you can see individual lines instead of other shading absolutely facinates me. Do you have any tips on how to start?

Hey thanks! I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about this sort of style, it’s basically just the same as crosshatching with a traditional pencil, except here with digital art I just used the pen tool in SAI so the lines don’t blend and they stand out more.

Essentially what you’re trying to do is express a plane with a series of lines, like this:

To express tone and shading, you can vary the density:

Thickness:

Darkness:

Or overlap lines (crosshatch):

This doesn’t mean that crosshatching always makes things darker, sometimes you can crosshatch lightly, it’ll just make the shading look finer:

So with a combination of line density, thickness, darkness, and overlap, you can create all sorts of different tones and textures depending on what you need for different parts of the picture:

To express turning faces, you can vary the direction or angle of your lines:

The rest is just a matter of deciding how you use those techniques to express the picture you want to draw, and that’s a matter of your own judgement and experience; it would be impossible to list every rule because there aren’t any rules. The stuff about thickness and crosshatching and density etc. I basically made up just now by looking back on my drawings and analysing the lines; I never actually consciously thought about those things when I drew them, so don’t treat them like commandments or something, play around with different lines and combinations to get a feel for yourself what works in what situations.

To illustrate that I’ll draw a picture of Sherlock and try to break down what I’m doing at each step:

Sorry my notes are a bit messy (I hope you can read my writing) but if anything I guess it reflects how messy my thought process is, I’m always adding things and changing things as I go along.

Always remember, you’re trying to use lines to represent planes, so even though you’re drawing in lines, you need to be looking at the reference and thinking in terms of planes, not lines. Also, make sure you keep your lines parallel so they don’t run into each other because that’ll make it look messy.

I think the best way to learn is always to try things yourself, so don’t just look at this tutorial, go play around with the lines yourself, whether you use my steps as a starting point or draw from a photo of your own, hopefully you’ll get a feel for how to use lines then. Also remember that you can go as detailed or as loose with your lines as you want, so long as you have the important shapes and facial features expressed.

Hope this was helpful! :)

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

A/N:requested

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“God you are just so beautiful, what are you doing here?” a detective from Scotland Yard, flirts with you. You skipped school to hang out with your older brother, Sherlock, for the day after he called you about a case early this morning. From the looks of it Sherlock was regretting it as you were surrounded by guys

“Really is that the best you could do?” Sherlock bursts from where he stood next to the body

“Oh come on Sherlock, don’t be like that” you tease

“Would you like for me to call Mycroft?” Sherlock threatens and you sigh knowing that he will do it

“Sorry boys” you step away from the group over to the body

“I love you Sherly” you give your brother a side hug, he just huffs mumbling for you to not call him that but you know that he loves you and will always be there to protect you. Plus he also loves your hugs.

aliceinsherlockland  asked:

There's a song i like about a guy that plays piano under a girl's house to show his affection and he's waiting for a sign to come up but he never looks at her cuz he's focused on playing and she wishes to signal him but he doesn't look up so they end up staying up all night waiting for eachother to make a move. I just thought it would be cute with sherlock playing the violin for john...

It’s a quiet night in Baker Street.  It’s the dead of winter; snow is falling outside, blanketing all of London in its silence, and there’s a fire crackling in the grate in 221B.  

Sherlock stands by the window, violin tucked beneath his chin.  He’s playing a new song, something he’s been working on for months now.  John knows this because Sherlock had told him in a very odd, flat sort of way.

“I wrote something.  A piece of music,” he’d said about five minutes previously, his fingers tapping nervously at his sides.

“Okay,” John had replied slowly.  “That’s…nice.”

“It’s taken me months.  Would you like to hear it?”

“Um.  Yes.  That would be nice.  Let me just…get a drink.”

And that’s how he had ended up sitting in his chair by the fire, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching Sherlock pull sweet music from the strings of his violin.  It really is a beautiful piece, and John can’t help feeling as if there is something familiar in hit, something calling to him.  He’s always enjoyed listening to Sherlock play, especially when he’s actually playing and not just screeching sounds at Mycroft.  But for some reason, this feels different.

It feels like all those nights that he wakes up from a nightmare and suddenly there’s the sound of the violin drifting up to his room, soothing him, calming him.  It feels like when he comes home from a particularly rough day at work and sinks down into his chair, and a cup of tea magically appears at his side, and Sherlock takes up his bow.  It feels like that night, after the swimming pool, when he’d had a bomb strapped to his chest; when John had been so high strung he couldn’t sleep, and he’d curled up on the sofa and Sherlock had played and played and played until John couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore.

John feels warm and safe, wrapped up in Sherlock’s music, and he desperately wants Sherlock to look at him because he’s never been able to say it out loud, but he’s sure that if Sherlock looks at him now then he’ll see it, plain as day, written all over his face, and maybe then they’ll finally get somewhere.  But Sherlock is concentrating hard, his eyes closed, his hands steady on his instrument.  He plays as if it’s all that matters, as if he couldn’t possibly think of anything else he should be doing.

John knows, though, he knows that this music is meant for him; it’s meant to make him feel this way.  And even if he can’t say it, even if he’s too afraid to do anything about it, he can sit there in his chair and listen and let his love play out over his face in the hopes that Sherlock will open his eyes.

hey guys, question: how do you know it’s queer baiting and not just like… men having a good platonic friendship??? watching this show i didn’t expect them to be gay for each other??? john was married and mourning his wife, did you all just not think that was real at all??? why can’t men be allowed to love each other as friends ?