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Never Give Up

I’ve literally spent the past four days on Tumblr. Every waking moment. Just scrolling for hours, reading tin hat theory after tin hat theory. I’m trying not to get my hopes up for anything, but yall are making it so damn hard. I just want us to be a happy Fandom! We’re brilliant detectives who deserve so much credit. Whether we’re right or wrong about the fourth episode or Moriarty taking over inauguration day (Please let this happen! It’ll make that day so much less shitty for us Americans who aren’t sucked in by Trump’s bullshit) just know that we should be proud. You guys have spent hours after hours working on meta, creating brilliant fanfiction and fanart and just generally being there for one another. This Fandom and the Supernatural Fandom are my two favorites to be apart of. Because we’re family. I don’t really talk to anyone, I’d love too though but I haven’t made any Fandom friends. However I still feel quite connected to all of you. I’ve read your metas, I’ve watched all of TJLC Explained, I’ve consumed so much fanfiction and I’ve been on this incredible adventure with you guys. It’s been a wild ride and right now it hurts and we’re scared and confused. But at least, after all of this, we still have each other and our fandom. We are what makes TJLC and Sherlock so special and important because we care. So we just need to keep caring and keep writing our fanfiction and meta and keep drawing such beautiful fanart. Because one day Johnlock will be canon. It might not be with Ben and Martin on BBC Sherlock, but it’ll happen. And when it does, we can finally say “I told you so” to all the doubters, antis, and trolls. Johnlock is real because it’s in all of us. We make it real. Thank you for letting me be apart of something so special. Never give up on something so important. We have each other and we have our imaginations. Let’s prove them wrong. Keep your tin hats on, my friends, because we’re the real deal… whether Moftiss realizes it or not.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Sherlock stops to pet a stray dog. John pulls out his phone to try to get a picture of that dopey grin he always gets around dogs, but he accidentally hits the record button instead of the photo button. Just then the dog licks Sherlock’s chin and Sherlock giggles so hard that he falls over, and John manages to get the whole thing on video.

Good Hearts

“John, wake up.”




“It is going to be all right.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Because it’s true.”


“John, kiss me.”

“Just let me go back to sleep. Please. I don’t want to be awake in this world for just a little bit longer.”

His pillow is growing wet. Salt dries tight across his cheekbones. There is a hollowness inside him that yawns, dark and fathomless. He cannot seem to open to his eyes.

For a few blessed minutes Sherlock relents.


“Sherlock, I’m begging you—“

Sherlock’s slides his chin over John’s shoulder, nosing at John’s jaw. John tries to squirm away but Sherlock holds him fast.

He whispers, “I know it’s going to be ok because there are good people in the world. People like you. And I know that if there are people like you in the world, then it can be extrapolated that it will be all right. Maybe not right now. Maybe not for some time to come, but you have a good heart John Watson and you use it to heal others. People do horrible things out of fear, but the people like you are there to put them back together again. We will put this back together again.”

“What, the world?” Incredulous. Bitter. It burns in his throat like acid.

“If need be, yes.”

John shakes his head.

“John, kiss me.”

John sighs.

He turns in Sherlock’s arms.

Snuggles in tight, tight, tight.

They kiss until their breath runs out.

They kiss until the sun creeps in and the night slinks out.

They kiss until John feels he can, conceivably, open his eyes.

“Good hearts,” he murmurs against Sherlock’s cheek.

“Good hearts,” Sherlock agrees.

“Thank you.”

Sherlock doesn’t say anything, he just kisses John back together again.

Later, together, they rise.

I’m dealing with this in the only way I know how. This bit of fluff is not to minimize what happened in my country yesterday. I am devastated by it. But I know that there are good hearts in this world. And I know that no matter how ugly the world seems those good hearts will be there fighting to make it better.

Later, together, we’ll rise.

Take care of yourselves today. I’m sending you lots of love. If you need to talk I’m here.

ok can we talk about this for a second?
at the wedding john is hugging sherlock (it’s not romantic though, obviously) and he’s putting one hand in Sherlock’s neck and the other on his arm, sound familiar?

sherlock is basically imitating john’s wedding hug, he tries to learn how to be a human being with feelings from john! and the first time we see sherlock actually trying is when he comforts john!!
the other romantic things about the scene are, that:
a) no people watching, it’s a pure and genuine hug just to comfort john (or more?)
b) how slowly sherlock moves! he is so cautious and touches john like he could break any moment
c) the music (music is so important!!!!)
d) sherlock is literally pulling john into his chest by grabbing his neck
e) sherlock’s chin is resting on john’s head
f) sherlock is not only holding john, he’s stroking him!!!

we all know how john always has to do the sympathy part when someone dies because sherlock doesn’t know how to do it and he probably doesn’t even care. but with john?? he is trying to do what john always does and he just literally intimidates john’s wedding hug but he is calm and (maybe a bit scared to be rejected like in TST?) he genuinely cares and wants to do this.

Five years post TFP

Rose Watson is sitting in John’s chair, starring intently at Sherlock. She keeps clapping her Mary Jane-totting feet together and humming her lullaby-of-the-week. Sherlock finally raises his head from what he was reading.

“JOHN, your daughter really has the most intense stare. Perhaps we should rent her out to Scotland Yard to break down criminals in interrogation.”

Rose giggles. It never fails to remind Sherlock of John’s laugh, which brings a smile to his face. 

“Daddy left an hour ago to do groceries” Rose informs Sherlock, very seriously. 

Sherlock does that thing with his eyes where he scrunches up his face and gives a wry look to the blonde little girl. 

“And he left you alone.”

“With you, silly.”

“Right.” Sherlock scratches his chin thoughtfully.


“Yes, Watson?”

“Why do I have to wear dresses and you get to wear suits?”

“Excellent question. Absolutely no idea. Go ask Mrs Hudson.”

Rose giggles and wiggles her pudgy little feet, but remains in her (John’s) seat.



John stops in his tracks when he gets in the living room. Sitting on Sherlock’s lap and pretend-reading from a monograph about botany is Rose, wearing a tiny, custom-made suit that matches Sherlock’s. 

John smiles fondly. Sherlock doesn’t even look up from what they are doing.

“John, don’t be so loud. Rose is learning to read.”

John clears his throat to get Sherlock’s attention. Sherlock rolls his eyes.

“Stole Mycroft’s credit card.” Sherlock simply says. 

“Sherlock, tell me about the bees again.” Rose asks, pulling at Sherlock’s sleeve to get his attention. Sherlock launches in an overly complicated and highly detailed explanation of the workings of bees and flowers and fruits. Rose seems absolutely fascinated. 

John dissolves into a puddle of love and goes to the kitchen to prepare some tea. 

tbh john was kinda. flat

  • *2.30am, 221B Baker Street*
  • Baby Holmes: *crying*
  • Sherlock: *pacing the flat, rocking his son; yawning* Alright...alright, you win! You can come with me on my cases.
  • Molly: *making coffee; scoffs* I don't think so.
  • Baby Holmes: *still crying*
  • Sherlock: *desperate* It's been an hour, Hamish *sighs* Fine, I'll buy you a car, you can play with John's gun...I'll even give you the entirety of Mycroft's liquor cabinet if you let Mummy and Daddy sleep.
  • Molly: *chuckles* I'd prefer for you to take him on your adventures *places his coffee on the table*
  • Sherlock: *rests Hamish on his shoulder; smirks* I knew you'd come around.
  • Baby Holmes: *snivelling*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, thank God. Don't move...I'll get some blankets *hurries to the bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; to the baby* Thanks, son.
  • Baby Holmes: *falling asleep*
  • Molly: *returns wiht the blankets and baby monitor; sets them on the sofa* Be careful. Don't wake him up!
  • Sherlock: *gently lowers to the sofa; sighs* Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Excessive time spent sleeping on the sofa, not to mention supporting our tiny human-
  • Molly: *kisses his forehead* I'll massage you in the morning. Fair?
  • Sherlock: Mmmm.
  • Molly: *ruffles his hair* Happy Anniversary, handsome.
  • Sherlock: *sleepy* Happy Anniversary.

I think what kills me the most about The Hug is that they just…fit…perfectly?? They’re two puzzle pieces that just click together??? The way John’s head rests against Sherlock’s neck, Sherlock’s hand resting on John’s neck while the other just gently slides up his arm. Sherlock’s chin that sits so delicately on John’s head. And the way John’s whole body just moves into Sherlock’s. There’s no space between them. None.

🚨☠️🚨☠️ we no longer have to imagine all our favorite johnlock fanfics in which Sherlock and john/Sherlock holds john BECAUSE SHERLOCK HOLDING HIM, SHERLOCK RESTING HIS CHIN ON JOHNS HEAD, SMELLING JOHN JOHN JOHN, FINALLY HOLDING JOHN, RESTING HIS HANDS ON JOHNS SHOULDERS AND ARMS IS CANON 🚨☠️🚨☠️💕🌈💯🙌🏼👏🏼🙃😭💆🏽🚨🚨

So this happened…

When I decided to go to Sherlocked I knew right away I would want to wear one of @loryisunabletosupinate‘s awesome t-shirts - and the pose pretty much decided itself after that!

Big hugs to Lory - so many people told me they loved your shirt, including Rupert, Amanda and Andrew! :)

  • *the Great Hall*
  • Sherlock: *playing with his food*
  • John: *reading, sniggering* Molly, oh, Molly, you make my heart feel jolly. Please answer my call, wanna go to the Yule Ball? *laughing hysterically*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Where did you get that?
  • John: *wiping tears* A really confused house-elf. Apparently, some students have been secretly sending out anonymous invites to test out their 'game'. I almost feel sorry for this poor sod *waves the paper*
  • Sherlock: *scowls* 'Mary, Mary, yellow canary-'
  • John: *blushes* Alright, alright *hands him the paper* Who do you reckon it is?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Moriarty. He's fond of her.
  • John: *nods* Maybe. Doesn't explain the drafts I found in our dormitory, though *smug*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *blushes* Shut up, she said yes *gets up and walks away*
  • John: *smirks*

I commissioned @thetwelfthpanda to draw me a scene out of my all time favorite CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY by @221b-hound, who I admire and like a lot and thought this make a nice gift for such a wonderful person.

“God. He said that bit out loud. Doesn’t seem to matter though, because perfect John is smiling perfectly and he is holding Sherlock’s chin with just a finger under his jaw.

‘You’ve got a crumb,’ says John.

‘Have I?’

“Is it okay if I…?’

Sherlock doesn’t remember if he nods, though he knows that he wanted to and meant to, and then John, finger under Sherlock’s jaw, is using his thumb to wipe a crumb away from Sherlock’s lower lip.

‘I’m terrible at this,’ Sherlock blurts. 'I like you but I am terrible at this.’

'Oh, I don’t know. You’re doing pretty well so far.’

Sherlock stares into blue eyes that are like a sky opening up to him, like an algorithm to the stars, like pi to infinity.

'I want to kiss you. I mean I…’

'Oh good. That’s not just me then. The wanting to kiss. Because I’d really like to kiss you too.’

And then he does. John Watson leans close and presses his lips to Sherlock’s.

For a second, Sherlock wonders what John has done with the sandwich. And then he does not have a fuck to give about the sandwich as he angles his head so he can get closer, and John does too, and one of John’s hands is on his jaw and another is at his waist and the kissing is utterly perfect.

For a start, it stops him from saying any more stupid things.”

It’s just very comforting and soft and sweet and explicit. With grand love for details and characters. A wonderful view on the city, astonishing food and hipster items and so much good inner monolog :)