sherlock sports

Me: oh, my exams are starting next week
Me: time to watch 12 tv series and read 4 books at the same time


It is not easy to best Sherlock Holmes, as he is so very masterful and quick-witted. Sometimes, however, I have found an area in which he has little to no knowledge or skill.

We had just completed a case with Lestrade. It was a day or two after Boxing Day and the Christmas decorations were still in evidence throughout his welcoming home. He showed us into the parlor and offered us each a warming drink.

We had scarcely taken our seats when the sound of little feet approached the parlour door in great haste.

“Daddy! Daddy!” a small boy ran in with a ball tucked under his arm. “Can we go to the park now? You promised! You said we could as soon as you got home.”

Lestrade gave us a look that pleaded for sympathy and then took to one knee in order to look his son in the eye whilst giving his answer.

“Now, Tim, let me just tend to my guests and then we’ll go to the park. All right?”

Tim looked far from happy but he nodded. “Yes, Daddy,” said he with quiet obedience. He then turned to leave the room.

“Come over here, Tim,” Holmes instructed with a small smile and a flick of his long fingers. “Come and sit by the fire, with me.”

The boy did so rather shyly.

My companion slipped a hand inside his pocket for a moment and then crouched so that he was at eye level with the young child. “How old are you, Tim?”

“I’m six.”

“Mr. Holmes,” his father prompted.

“I’m six, Mr. Holmes,” he repeated with polite obedience.

Holmes allowed his smile to broaden. “Would you like sixpence?”

“Now, Holmes,” Lestrade began in protest.

He held up a hand for silence, still smiling at the young boy. “You seem to have something in your ear, Tim. Might I take a look. Ah! I thought that it was…”

To Tim’s astonishment he snatched something and held it up. It was a shiny six penny piece.

“Was that really inside my ear?” the boy asked as my friend handed it to him.

“Indeed it was, so it would be wrong of me to take it from you,” said he with another smile. “Now then, Tim, where is it that you wish to go to?”

The child smiled at my companion as if he were an old friend. “To the park, Mr. Holmes. Daddy said that he’d show me how to play football.”

Holmes pointed toward me. “Doctor Watson is good at sports. He used to play rugby for Blackheath, he has told me.”

How I wished at that moment that I had never mentioned it! All the same, I admitted that although I had once been strong and able, I was no longer the man I had been.

“Come now, Doctor,” Lestrade said with a smile. “I’m sure you and Mr. Holmes would be more than a match for me and my son!”

Holmes suddenly seemed less than enthusiastic about football and I suspected that he had intended for me to somehow entertain the child while he and Lestrade talked in peace. He did not back down however, and the four of us made our way to the park.

Lestrade chose a patch of grass upon which (he said) he had played football with his brother and friends as a boy and pointed out some trees that served as goal posts. The game then commenced.

I did not make a good sporting companion. I was already stiff and cold after the case and my leg and shoulder made kicking, running and stopping goals almost impossible. Holmes was fast and appeared to be almost everywhere at once and yet the ball still seemed to be everywhere that he was not.

Lestrade had not forgotten how to kick a ball and his son, though young and still without a strong kicking action, was not without some skill. They beat us soundly.

Holmes at last had to admit defeat and held up a hand to indicate that he had had enough as he leant wearily on the trunk of one of our goal posts. He was quite out of breath.

“I think we’ve won, Tim,” Lestrade announced, swinging his son up onto his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back inside. Would you and Doctor Watson like to stay for tea, Mr. Holmes? Mrs. Lestrade will lay on a good spread for us.”

We returned to the inspector’s home to be greeted with the smell of tea, cakes and mince pies.

The meal was a pleasant affair, but Holmes was rather put out when our host boasted to his wife that he and their son had “finally found something that Holmes can be beaten at” and insisted that it was only because we were both so weary after the recent case.

It was of course quite true, but Lestrade was also quite right when he snorted and replied with the indignant words “And how do you think I feel?”

When you’re at Helsinki for Worlds and this super cute couple does an entire short program using various Sherlock themes.
And particularly ASiB Themes.
And original voiceovers.
And they start with “Irene Adler. Professionally known as The Woman”
And they end with “Because I took your pulse”
And they are practically Irene and Sherlock on ice.
And they are super-cute, have I mentioned that?

True shippers ❤

Earlier this year I commissioned @thetwelfthpanda to create this work based on the final chapter of my Rio Olympics AU, Sticking the Landing.

I didn’t know, last time we were here, what I wanted then, what my life would look like, after this was all over.  I still don’t, I suppose; dunno if winning a celebrity talent show really counts as a plan, but what I do want of my life is to have you in it, Sherlock. That’s what’s important. What….what do you want?”

After fourteen days of sports, crime, and rubbish attempts at flirting, we’re back where it all began at the closing ceremony.  

Sticking the Landing on AO3: John Watson, Captain of Team GB’s gymnastics squad is confident, ready for his third and final Olympics. Disappointed in London with a shoulder injury putting paid to his Olympic dream, can he secure an Olympic gold finish before retirement? Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes has other problems. Men’s Rhythmic Gymnastics is the newest Olympic sport, but one of the competitors has been attacked on the eve of competition. Does something more sinister lurk under the spangles and spandex? Can Sherlock solve the mystery in time to deliver a flawless ball routine? And does something more valuable than medals await the boys in Rio?

This artwork was commissioned to keep me accountable to the story and I’m delighted to say the final chapter will be posted today.  I’m even happier with the stellar job Ren did with this artwork - it’s unreal: I love their expressions and the details in the flag, uniforms and (especially) the shoes are completely and utterly perfect. A thousand thanks for this wonderful piece!

A Biography of Sherlock

So I tried to write up Sherlock’s “biography” until the start of ASiP, compiling all facts and dates we have been given over the years. (Please feel free to add anything I may have overlooked). The most mysterious part are the “lost years” from 1989 to 2010. There are a lot of things that have not been explained or contradict each other. This may serve as a basis for any kind of theory, not just EMP, and I am happy to discuss the details. Well-founded speculations are given in bold italics. 

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Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, legendary basketball player, has published fan fiction about Sherlock Holmes. His debut novel is Mycroft Holmes, starring Sherlock Holmes’ brainy older brother. Abdul-Jabbar says he first read and loved Doyle’s stories more than 40 years ago, in his rookie season. “I was fascinated by Holmes’ ability to see clues where other people saw nothing.”

shoutout to those friends who get ditched by their best friends for their girl/boyfriends and are most of the time completely ignored by the friend but are still there for that friend no matter what

you’re an amazing person and an even better friend and i’m sorry it has to be this way

I really need to stop posting so melodramatic pics but I can’t they’re amazing!!!! :)

Martin Freeman with my boys

I thought it was worth a bit of my time to head up to the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot premiere tonight in NYC. Was hoping for a glimpse of MF, but I brought along John and Sherlock in case of a miracle and guess what?

A miracle happened! Martin came over to greet us and sign for everyone. He graciously posed with mini John and Sherlock. MF was so sweet - while I auditioned for the role of Crazy Doll Lady number 1.

I think he really liked them though and was nearly as pleased to meet them as I was him.

Shoutout to @ericswifetara who sent me a wardrobe full of beautifully sewn and crafted clothes for the boys - the white shirt of which Sherlock is sporting here!

Also so much love to the Hellions for all their love, cheerleading and awesomeness! @heimishtheidealhusband @hopelesslybenaddicted @iamjohnlocked4life @may-shepard @monikakrasnorada @queenmab3 @roseinmyhand