they did it to sherlock holmes too

Vernon’s prime number 359 and 3 + 5 + 9 = 17, it’s the 2nd one giving this result. He’s the youngest after Dino, so here you have next possible numbers for everyone:

  • 881 - S.Coups 
  • 863 - Jeonghan
  • 827 - Jisoo
  • 773 - Jun
  • 719 - Hoshi
  • 683 - Wonwoo
  • 647 - Woozi
  • 593 - DK 
  • 557 - Mingyu 
  • 467 - THE8 
  • 449 - Seungkwan 
  • 359 - Vernon already confirmed
  • 197 - Dino

(+less than a revolution seems like it’s a hint for 359 too because 360 - 1 = 359, so who knows what’s next)

edit: it could be also a hint that comeback is 5/25 (the day before their debut date)

edit2: Hansol had 224 number in his jpg file and it actually means “today, tomorrow, forever”

The Lying Detective: more like the lying perspective

ok. i want to talk about this. i think the theory in which our boys are intermittently drugged with TD-12 is very possible. i’ve been on the fringes of this theory for a while, certain that SOMETHING other than the drugs Sherlock is taking (because heroin or cocaine do not cause hallucinations - because whilst withdrawal could cause insomnia, we see that Sherlock doses just before he goes in to meet Culverton. He is not withdrawing here. He’s literally just used, they made a point to include that). We got a really good discussion going over here, my previous meta/theory/whatever on Sherlock and his drug habits - we concluded that he’s probably taking a whole bunch of stuff, but for the sake of this particular meta, I’m going to assume he’s not wandering around London with a myriad of different, incredibly illegal substances. The context of the conversations had point to him needing a ‘top up’, which makes me think heroin (even though he says he feels ‘psychedelic’ which isn’t really… heroin, but I think he’s just referencing the fact that he’s high rather than anything else). He’s also not really “acting” high, which sort of makes sense seeing as heroin users get to a point where they need more just to function normally (and Sherlock’s been off his tits for weeks, so- yep, makes sense). 

So, we know that for the morgue room meeting, Sherlock is NOT withdrawing. We know that he is pretty much… in control, or he certainly feels as if he’s in control. He has a plan, he thinks it’s going to work. He’s smug and he’s absolutely certain of his abilities.

Except it sort of… stops working in that morgue room, and Sherlock is suddenly confronted with a crisis of mental clarity via Faith. I think this sudden shift from confidence in his abilities to the realisation that he got it wrong sort of sent him spiralling. This is where the TD-12 shit comes in, because I cannot think of any other way to explain this particular scene away… 

Sherlock is hearing auditory hallucinations. His mind begins making connections that are not there. He sees Culverton pick up a scalpel when he is the one to pick the scalpel up, we see him begin to physically lose his grip on reality and he, quite understandably, freaks the fuck out. He feels as if he’s being mocked, moments after Culverton has mentally mocked and derided John and his abilities as a doctor: Culverton has made both of these men question their sanity and their usefulness in the space of minutes. But here’s the important part: I think Sherlock hallucinated more than just the laughing. I think Sherlock hallucinated the severe kicking he got from John, too. Let’s break it down.

Sherlock isn’t just experiencing auditory hallucinations here. He’s seeing Culverton laugh, he’s hearing it and he’s seeing it and it makes him angry, likely because he feels as if his intelligence is being mocked. But check out this screenshot: this is a pretty freaky thing to see, so it’s no wonder Sherlock begins feeling threatened. 

This is where it starts to get a bit Nuts. Sherlock brandishes the scalpel and demands Culverton stop laughing - and yet even when Culverton says he’s not laughing, the laughing continues in the background. John is forced to step in, to control the situation and the blatant manic episode Sherlock is going through and he’s forced to punch Sherlock to snap him out of it.

What does John say to Lestrade, in the scenes running intermittently between this morgue scene?

“I really hit him” Odd thing to say, if you’d kicked someone too. Surely you’d say “I really hurt him’ rather than put emphasis on ‘hit’ if he’d actually kicked Sherlock into submission, because that wasn’t just a singular ‘hit’. That was… brutal, honestly. 

Here’s the interesting part, the camera zooms in on John’s hands, just before the beating above is shown.

Keep in mind that this beating is so bad that Sherlock spits up blood. This is like, internal organs being kicked to shit bad. 

But here’s the thing, in the following scenes, that blood? Completely disappears. 

Where’s the blood? Are you telling me that in a show where they physically painted a pub door sign for literally two seconds of footage are going to forget to place the blood down? nope, sorry, not convinced. 

So, here’s what I think ACTUALLY happened in handy dandy bulletpoints:

  • John gets in between Sherlock and Culverton when he sees the scalpel
  • John crowds Sherlock up against the morgue doors
  • John punches Sherlock when he realises he’s not snapping out of it
  • Sherlock falls and hits his head against the morgue doors, which is why he needs stitching on his eyebrow. I literally have no idea where this eyebrow cut came from otherwise. 
  • Sherlock probably gets a concussion here, let’s be real, so anything that happens in between falling to the floor and John apparently being dragged away by goons that show up out of nowhere should be questionable at best, possibly even including the I killed your wife dialogue. 

The only other POSSIBLE explanation I can have for John beating Sherlock in this way is if he, too, is drugged, and starts having a massive PTSD freak out but that doesn’t account for the missing blood. 

Either way, I don’t think this scene happened the way it’s been set up, because there’s too many inconsistencies. John’s characterisation here is really weird at best: I can’t see him beating the shit out of Sherlock like this without some sort of… trigger? who knows

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk

@the-7-percent-solution @teapotsubtext @goodmythicalmail @whatiwassuggesting @jenna221b  @watsonswaltz

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Jeremy's fan letter

The following is an excerpt from Bending the Willow by David Stuart Davies:

One incident that David Burke recounted brought the house down at the Northern Musgraves’ Jeremy Brett Memorial Lunch. it is a tale that reveals not only Brett’s humour and eccentricity, but also his endearing, self-effacing qualities:

“Jeremy said to me on one occasion, “I was feeling so low the other day that I sent myself a fan letter.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m absolutely serious.”

“What did you write to yourself?”

“Dear Jeremy, I would just like to say what a wonderful actor you are. Your Sherlock Holmes puts every other attempt at the part in the shade. Basil Rathbone is not fit to clean your boots; and Douglas Wilmer and Robert Stephens should beg you to give them lessons. You’re much prettier than all of them, for a start. There is only one word for your performance–magic. Please send me a signed photograph. Yours, Joe Bloggs. P. S. I’ve heard that you’re a really nice person, too.”

”Did you really write that?”

”Yes, I did.”

“Did you send it?”

”Yes. I put a first-class stamp on it. I wanted to get it as soon as possible. It came the next morning.”

“And did you read it?”

”Of course I read it. I read it a dozen times. I felt wonderful afterwards.”

”Well, did you send yourself a signed photograph?”

”David, I may be mad–but I’m not barking mad! In any case, the bugger didn’t send a stamped addressed envelope!”

anonymous asked:

Sherlock: Headcanon being Mycroft's daughter and skipping school for "working" with your uncle

Can this actually be my life please I wanna work with Sherlock. I had fun writing this AHHAH thanks for the request anon!

Being Mycroft’s daughter and skipping school for “work” with your uncle:

  • Sherlock likes taking you along to cases for three reasons: to annoy Mycroft, your deductions are entertaining, and sometimes you make good suggestions.
  • “This case is particularity gruesome, Sherlock.” “Call a cab, John, we’re picking up (y/n).” “Did you not just hear me say ‘gruesome’, Sherlock?” “I know. Perfect for (y/n).”
  • Mycroft obviously doesn’t drive you to school everyday, one of his assistants do. 
  • Sherlock is already at your school, waiting for your car to drive away. 
  • “Sherlock, I really don’t think we should be taking (y/n) out of class-” “Shut up John, the case is much more interesting than whatever Literature class (y/n) is in right now. She’s much too advanced for that educational nonsense.” 
  • Sherlock goes to the school office during your first class.
  • “(y/n) Holmes, please report to the office. Your uncle is here saying there is a family emergency.” “Family emergency? I don’t think- Sherlock!”
  • You love hanging out with Sherlock and John. John likes hanging out with you too, but he disagrees with Sherlock on taking you out of school. Sherlock doesn’t care. 
  • Sherlock always asks for your opinion before John’s. That kind of pisses John off, but then again he’s secretly fascinated at how tolerant and nice Sherlock is to his niece. Watching the two of you interact restores some faith in John that Sherlock is actually human.
  • “Ew, Sherlock look! That’s gross!” “Yes, good deduction, very articulate. Gross indeed.”
  • Sometimes Lestrade is there, and he’s always confused when he sees you. 
  • “(y/n)? Isn’t she supposed to be at school?” “No, Lestrade, she’s here to help replace Anderson. And don’t you dare call Mycroft.” “I already did.” “George!” “It’s Greg!”
  • So Sherlock has to rush you back to school before Mycroft is there, but his car is already waiting outside the school.
  • “Hi dad.” “Don’t ‘hi dad’ me, (y/n). Where’s your uncle?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Really, (y/n), you’re as difficult as your uncl- SHERLOCK! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
  • So Sherlock has to sit next to you in the car and the both of you usually get a lecture. Mycroft lectures Sherlock about taking you out of school to see dead bodies and he lectures you about actually going with Sherlock. 
  • But that doesn’t stop Sherlock from taking you to more cases and it doesn’t stop you from joining him. 
the anonymous wall (teenlock)

Based off this headcanon  (from @grumpy-swoop)

Read it on ao3


Mike had known that something good would come out of this stupid Anonymous Confession Wall, and now he had proof. Amongst all the I spent thirty-two hours watching a tv show for seven-year olds last weekends and the If you’re reading this, go to the corner of the boys bathroom on the third floor near the chem labs and the cute doodles, there was the smallest, shyest, and most interesting confession.

I’m gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain

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high.
  • sherlock: JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN *jumping up and down*
  • john: WHAT WHAT DO YOU WANT
  • sherlock: gooooood moooooooorrrrnnnnnniiiinnnngggg good morning good morning GOOD MOOOORNING
  • john: what the hell are you on?
  • sherlock: I FOUND A NEW STIMULANT JOHN
  • john: ???
  • sherlock: SUGARRRRRR
  • john:
  • john: you're on a sugar high?
  • sherlock: YEEEEEPPPPP HEHEEHEHEHEHHE
  • john: i would've guessed crack
  • sherlock: NOPE JOHN NO CRACK JUST SUGAR I LIKE THIS ONE
  • john: i'm getting rid of all the sugar
  • rosie: *comes running in* HI DADDD HOW ARE YOUUUUU
  • john: oh shit not you too.
  • rosie: YES ME TOO JOHNNY
  • john: did you just call me johnny?
  • sherlock: HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA
  • john: *googles 'how to make a sugar high go away'*
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This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head…I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you, for the final proof.

T H E   F I N A L   P R O O F   v s .   T H E   F I N A L   P R O B L E M

You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her, look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock. It destroys you every time.

Notice Anything? (Sherlock Holmes X Reader)

Requested: No 

Word Count: 2 189

A/N: Yay I am finally back with another fanfic! I am so sorry for the very long wait, school had been keeping me very busy. This is my first Sherlock imagine and I am starting to get used to the different characters’ personalities. Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

*****

“You like her.” John states as soon as she leaves the flat, turning to look Sherlock in the eyes. Sherlock turns away quickly, his brown curls bouncing madly as he stood up from his chair.

“That is absurd, John. I see that spending time with me hasn’t made you any less of an idiot.” he proceeds to pace around the small flat, his eyes occasionally wandering to where her figure stood just moments ago. He could still feel the essence of her presence lingering. He wished that she was still standing there.

“Oh, stop denying it, Sherlock. I know a person with feelings when I see one, though I can’t say the same for you.” John replies cockily with a chuckle, completely ignoring Sherlock’s attempt at shutting him up.

“I don’t have feelings!” Sherlock snaps, his teeth bared in a scowl. “I can’t like her, I can’t have feelings-”

“Oh don’t be silly Sherlock, you’re human…I think. Of course you have feelings-”

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

John’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape as Sherlock falls back into his chair, putting his head in his hands. John lets the silence sink in, still processing the fact that the emotionless consulting detective before him did in fact like (Y/N).

It was true that (Y/N) was already in a relationship, one that neither Sherlock nor John approved of. It was rather one-sided, her boyfriend never really cared for her and always relied on her to do things for him when he’d never offer anything in return. Nevertheless, she insisted that they loved each other’s and that it was meant to be. She had just visited Baker Street to hang out with John and Sherlock before celebrating her one year anniversary with the guy and was now getting ready for her big night.

“Sherlock, I’m so sorry.” John finally murmurs, sitting across from him in his chair. The detective looked miserable and John realized with a pang that Sherlock was only truly happy when his favourite people were in the room. John Watson is one of course, but (Y/N) was also a key to filling the missing pieces of the detective’s heart.

“Why is it that people say sorry when it is not even their fault?” Sherlock mutters, standing up and grabbing his long black coat. “I don’t understand why innocent people blame it on themselves when there are others who are guilty.”

He shrugs his coat on and ties his scarf so tightly around his neck that John was afraid that he might choke himself. He heads down the stairs, his shoes echoing every time he took a step.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” John asks suddenly, though he already knew the answer.

“I’m going out for a walk, isn’t it obvious?” he calls, his voice faint. John hears the black door slam shut and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was very obvious where he was actually going.

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Discussions between my sister and me:
“When Sherlock retired and got himself into beekeeping, do you think, he would still solve every other case?” “Sure. And he would travel a lot too. With Watson.” “But who would look after his bees?” “Mrs. Hudson. At first she was scared of them but soon, she got used to the little insects and even enjoyed their tranquill humming.” “And whenever Holmes had to leave, he would send her instructions via telegraph.” “Feed the bees, if convenient. If inconvenient feed them anyway. Might be dangerous.” “Put that on a cushion!” So I did.

New Family - Requested

Requested by @tanovic54321 :  Can u do a fluff Sherlock imagine where his gf accompanies him to a family thing & she brings her sons for the first time his family (& him)meet them & slowly people realizes that the two little boys are tiny versions of Sherlock & Mycroft?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,169

Warnings: This is mostly focused on the kids.

A/N: As someone who has lived this kind of situation (as in the kid’s point of view) I figured it would be too much to have many people there, so I reduced it a bit.

Enjoy!

It was a big step – a huge step, more likely – for Sherlock and (Y/N)’s relationship. They never expected to get that far and so they decided to keep the kids out of it.

She had two young boys, smart and sympathetic, highly functional kids. Sherlock knew about them and even liked them in spite of having met them only two or three times maximum.

“Are you sure about this?” She stuttered. They were outside her home and the kids were inside. Sherlock wanted to take them all to a family thing.

“Of course I’m sure,” Sherlock assured, acting offended by the question. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“I’m sure the correct word is ‘surer’, Sher.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Surer sounds stupid.” Sherlock beamed, “Now call the boys and let’s go.”

(Y/N) hesitated but eventually called them. Sherlock noticed how the oldest one was clearly bigger than the other, not only in height but also he was chubbier. The younger one had a curly mess on his head, and he seemed to be skinnier and shyer.

“Michael, Shepherd, remember Mister Holmes?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed the two boys out.

“How do you do?” They both asked in mechanical voices.

“Nice to see you again, lads.” Sherlock greeted back.

“Mommy, is he going to take us to jail?” Shepherd, the younger, inquired.

“No, not at all,” Sherlock replied.

“Obviously,” Michael snapped, “he only takes criminals to jail. If you knew how to properly read, you’d know.”

“Enough, Michael.” (Y/N) warned. The kid shut his mouth but he kept the superiority pose.

“Where are we going, Mister Holmes?” Shepherd continued.

“I’m taking you to my country house to meet my parents and my brother,” Sherlock explained calmly.

“Why?” Shepherd asked.

“Because he’s mommy’s new boyfriend!” Michael huffed.

Shepherd gasped and tried to act surprised. Before (Y/N) could reply, Shep punched Michael’s arm.

“We had to keep it secret!” Shepherd cried.

“Enough!” (Y/N) split them. “Are you sure you want to take them?”

Sherlock giggled warmly. “Yes, my mother will love them.”

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Reasons to watch Elementary
  1. Lucy Liu is one of the best Watsons in the history of Sherlock Holmes adaptations, with her own modern quirks (she’s a baseball fan, likes video games, and retired from being a surgeon to help people as a sober companion)
  2. The series holds its own as both a procedural crime show and as a Sherlock Holmes adaptation
  3. It deals with recovery from addiction unflinchingly and honestly.
  4. The found-family dynamic is one of the best and healthiest on all of tv
  5. Tobias Gragson beats Greg Lestrade (of BBC Sherlock) in the dad character game any day.
  6. LGBT/autistic people/people of color character representation is wonderful.
  7. All characters in the show feel developed and real
  8. The show gets the real dynamic of Holmes and Watson very well (one of the best)
  9. The show understands Holmes’ compassion for those who often don’t get it, and his and Watson’s ability to care for many different types of people as they did in the books.
  10. The Moriarty/Alder characters are very unique, quite a refreshing change in the Holmes genre.
  11. The fandom is small right now but writes kick-ass fanfiction (and there’s a big F/F presence written by women so it’s refreshing in terms of Sherlock holmes fanfic)
  12. There’s a lot of “your family members are people with feelings too” but also “it’s okay to not be close with your family if that’s hard for you” it treats these things with respect and honesty as well.
  13. On that note, there’s also a large amount of respect from Holmes and Watson (and the writers) to the treatment of how close friendships discuss sensitive information, and how to healthily discuss sensitive info, how friendships form naturally and deal with hard things.
  14. Sherlock punches a man in the face because he abused his son.
  15. Sherlock and Joan own a turtle named Clyde, who sometimes serves as a visual aid when they investigate
  16. The acting is incredibly incredibly strong (I could watch the leads tackle hard subject matter and emotionally charged stuff for a lifetime)
  17. Mycroft owns a restaurant chain.
  18. A minor character in the books, Kitty Winter, has a huge role, and a very important one. 
  19. Sherlock struggles socially (but in a real and believable way compared to many other adaptations) but throughout the series grows and makes important connections with others, and uses his own experiences to help.
  20. Holmes and Watson keep bees on the roof of their brownstone (face it, that sounds cute enough alone to watch the series)
We're watching The Shadow tonight.

Margot, the love interest, is excessively good at banter, and a telepath. 
Lamont, the hero, is excessively fond of un-hero-like cackling.

syncytio: Lamont, what were you expecting with a woman who can read your mind
etharei: is she tony stark
copperbadge: Haha, Lamont Cranston as Tony’s granddad
iamcaptainskye: i kinda want tony to be descended from her
syncytio: Lamont and Margot as tony’s grandparents would be great. Telepath tony with a flair for the dramatics
etharei: omg Tony bursting into an evil cackle, and then he looks rly embarassed. And the avengers r like WHERE DID THAT COME FROM
copperbadge: “Granddad taught me how to do the Evil Laugh. Grandma taught me when I should do it. Granddad was….indiscriminate.”
etharei: OMG TONY JUDGING VILLAINS ON THEIR CACKLE
lexrhetoricae: There has to be a villain-cackle algorithm
syncytio: Grandma also taught him not to be ashamed to use his talent to cheat at cards
KatHawkins: Sam, I think you are now obligated to write this
copperbadge: noooooooooooooo
iamcaptainskye: too late. We don’t make the rules
copperbadge: I suppose I should incorporate it into the fanfic I’m never going to write about how Howard’s grandfather was RDJ Sherlock Holmes
copperbadge: Tony’s pedigree is Holmes on the father’s side, Cranston on the mother’s
syncytio: The Stark family tree is a bit of a mess and full of scoundrels
copperbadge: It’s a very difficult balancing act which is why he’s kind of bonkers.

Sherlock x Reader: The Anger Issue

Originally posted by hiddlescheekbatch

Gif not mine.

Request from @wanderingwhedonite: Hello! I hope you are doing well! If you would mind, I’d like to request a Sherlock x Reader? If you are okay with this, could it involve Sherlock being confused about his feelings for her and him taking out his confusion in a moment of anger on the reader, but then he goes over to her place and he apologizes and confesses but she doesn’t believe him, so he kisses her to prove it? I know it’s long, but you don’t have to follow it word for word. Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

A/N: I hope you like it! x



“Why can’t you just get out of my head?” Sherlock yelled.

“Um, I’m flattered?” John replied.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Not you John!” He informed the other man in the room. “You’re way too boring.”

“Oh I know! You’re talking about Y/N again.”

“Sherlock, have you ever considered that you may be in love?” Mary asked. Both Mary and John were at 221B discussing their wedding. Sherlock was bored but his mind was taken over by a very special someone. That someone was you.

“Sherlock can’t love!” John exclaimed.

“John is right,” Sherlock replied. “I cannot. It is an emotion that I am not capable of having.”

“Yeah sure,” Mary said but she knew he liked Y/N.

 

“I’m home!” You called but Sherlock was in his mind palace.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed snapping out of his mind palace. “Get out! Your presence means that I cannot concentrate.” Sherlock cannot focus when many people are around however you make it worse. He didn’t hate you. He… He didn’t know what to think of you. Originally, he viewed you as a good friend and admired you. However, recently he had felt something more. He could not describe it however the truth was that he was too ignorant to acknowledge what he felt. Yes, Sherlock Holmes felt love.

“Sherlock,” You replied. “I have just come home!”

“I don’t care. Get out.” Thoughts of you flooded his mind. Thoughts of you and him together. Why did he feel this?

“Sherlock I refuse t-”

“I said get out!” He yelled and stood up. You gasped in fear and looked at him. Normally, you ignore Sherlock’s temper tantrums as they happen a lot but this felt too personal. You were scared. Tears were forming in you eyes. His facial expression changed as he saw what he had done. His anger was now at himself.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please, leave me alone.” You ran into your bedroom and locked the door behind you. You cried.

 

Later that evening, there was a knock at your door. You did not leave your room as you were scared to face the man.

“Sherlock, please leave me alone,” You said.

“Y/N, I don’t know what came over me,” He said. He sighed, “I think I love you.”

“Sherlock please don’t lie. I know I should have left the room.”

Sherlock picked the lock to your room and sat down next to you. Then he did something completely unexpected: he kissed you. You were very surprised but somehow the kiss felt right.

“Y/N, I cannot explain why I feel this way. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You don’t have to explain right now.” He nodded and kissed you again.

anonymous asked:

I hate to ask, but school is kicking my butt and I'm really stressed out, do you have any headcanons with the batfamily being "smart"? Like, doing detective things or something? Please only respond if you want to/feel like it. I don't want to be a bother. Thank you.

Hmmm I’m not 100% sure what you’re asking for, but I’ll give it a shot?

  • So Damian didn’t know who his father was until pretty late in the game, BUT I think we can assume that he did hear Ra’s and Talia talk about his dad a few times when he was little. Thing is, they don’t generally use Bruce’s name. They call him “The Detective.”
  • That being the case, I always figured lil Damian ran around thinking “I too will be a detective” and playing at investigation, which would probably boil down to sneaking around in order to overhear as much as possible. For the record, I don’t think he ever dropped that habit.
  • I also think that lil Damian was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, since Holmes is probably the most famous literary detective around. I happen to know that when Tim was fourteen, he was a member of the Sherlock Holmes Society (Detective Comics #618), so I figure they’ve got that bit in common. We are, however, talking about Tim and Damian, so when I say “something in common,” what I mean is “something to compete over.”
  • On top of the expected squabbling about the merits of different media adaptations, odds are they have contests where they both try to observe somebody and deduce as much information as possible. It’s not the kind of thing Bruce would discourage. They are supposed to be cultivating those skills, plus Bruce loves Holmes too. Another thing Bruce enjoys is showing up his children, so it works out well for him. He’s very, very good at that game.
  • So is Dick. Cass is a specific kind of good at it, because of the body language thing. They don’t make their guesses to their subject’s face, so Babs (also a talented player) fact-checks electronically as much as possible. It’s a decent way to pass time on slow patrols. They call it a training game.

anonymous asked:

Sherlock x reader. The reader is just as smart as Sherlock, but is a selective mute. She'll only talk people she trusts. Like, Sherlock, John, Mrs Hudson, Greg and Molly. When she's called a freak by Anderson it makes Sherlocks blood boil

So be it!

Name: Do Not Open Your Mouth Again.

“The freaks are here,” you hear Anderson tell Greg, as you, Sherlock, and John walk upstairs to see the crime scene. You roll your eyes, but say nothing, hearing how Sherlock squeezes his teeth.

“Sherlock, Y/N, John!” Greg greets you, as you walk in the room and look at the dead body. “We’re totally stuck.”

“I do wonder why you keep bringing two of them,” Anderson comments. “One freak is enough, but you always take the second one as well…”

“What did you say?” Sherlock turns around, looking at Anderson with his face deadly calm. Anderson shuts up, but Sherlock looks too full of rage, as he approaches the man and grabs his collar.

“Sherlock!” you call him, but the Holmes is not really listening, as he keeps shaking the poor idiot.

“Anderson, you know how much I know about you. Your cheating. Your incredible stupidity. And guess what?” Sherlock smiles with a terrifyingly happy smile. “So will your wife. If you. Open. Your. Mouth. One. More. Time. To say anything. Anything. About her,” Anderson starts nodding. “Are we clear?”

“Sherlock,” you reach out for him and grabs his hand, making him let Anderson go. “Sherlock, it’s ok.”

“It is not,” groans Sherlock, and you feel Greg’s stare on your back.

“Sherlock, let it go! It’s an Anderson. It is not the first time he is being an idiot, is it?” Sherlock grins and lets go of the man, then turns to you. “I am glad that you are trying to defend me, but… Come on, he is an idiot.”

“It’s… It’s very strange,” Sherlock notices, as he looks around, as if he is dizzy. “Very strange.”

“Sherlock?” John tries to get his attention, but the detective keeps staring at you. “Guys?”

“The way I was trying to defend you…” Sherlock starts talking incredibly slowly, as if measuring each and every word. Then his eyes open widely, as he is looking at you, not blinking, not even breathing, until you take his hand.

“Sherlock? You’re scaring us,” instead of answering, Sherlock turns around and runs away. You look at Greg and John, as you all sigh. “I guess…”

“He knows it,” nods John. “He finally figured it out.”

“That he is in love?” Greg grins. “It felt good to know something he didn’t know though, didn’t it?”

“Yes, it did. But now we have to deal with Sherlock who just figured that he is in love,” you murmur, rubbing your forehead. “Do you know how annoying that will be?”

“Oh yes. But you will be the one suffering the most,” Greg and John grin, and you giggle, realizing that they are going to have the fun of a lifetime. Looking at you two trying to figure it out.

  • Sherlock: For the last time Mary, I am not interested in having any romantic relationship!
  • Mary: But yo-
  • Sherlock: Mary it is not my forte and even if it were a 5ft something, brown haired, brown eyed, animal-loving, kind, interested in dead bodies, intelligent, insightful, beautiful, and strong woman could never love an arse, like me, wholeheartedly.
  • Mary: You just described Molly.
  • Sherlock: What? No, I didn't.
  • Rosie: *Nodding eagerly* Sherly did!!
  • Mary: Yah. You did.
  • Sherlock: No I didn't.
  • John: Yup I heard you. You did.
  • Lestrade: Me too.
  • Mycroft: Me three.
  • Mrs. Hudson: *coming up the stairs with biscuits* I did as well!
  • Mama Holmes: My hearing may be going but I concur.
  • Donovan: Gotta agree with your family, freak.
  • Anderson: *appearing from behind the kitchen wall, waving and grinning*