Just Something

wearitasawormstach:

rachbrew:

“He said you do that.”

#skdjajkaygh #i just think about sherlock being alone during his hiatus and talking out loud and then looking around and realizing john isn’t there

“…and then, when I told her about the cologne on her boyfriend, she tried to—” Sherlock looked up to find that, once again, John wasn’t there. It had been almost month since his ‘fall,’ but he still couldn’t seem to get used to not having John around. He had managed to get used to nearly everything else, but not having John around was going to take some work.

He sighed and got up, wishing he had his violin, even though he knew it wouldn’t help. He picked up his phone and flipped through the texts he had received since the fall.

Went to your funeral today. You would have found it boring. Sentiment and all that. You pretended not to understand it, didn’t you. -JW

I made two cups of tea again. I left yours by your chair. Maybe you’ll come back. -JW

The tea was still there when I woke up. Maybe you weren’t thirsty. -JW

I’ve started working again. Not at St. Barts, though. Can’t deal with that place right now. -JW

I got a call from Harry. Says I should go live with her. I can’t, though. I keep thinking that you’ll come back. -JW

Please come back, Sherlock. -JW

I won’t even complain when you play the violin at three in the morning. -JW

I met a new girl today, but could already tell that she was a chronic cheater. I guess you rubbed off on me. -JW

My therapist says I should stop texting you. Maybe she’s right. Then again, I don’t know what’s right anymore, though. -JW

You’re probably not even getting any of this. -JW

Lestrade visited today. Offered to let me stay at his for the night. Just for some company. I couldn’t do it. -JW

Anderson was gloating about how he knew you were a fraud all along. He left with a bloody nose. -JW

I don’t think Sally’s too pleased. -JW

They tried to take your violin away. I wouldn’t let them. I wouldn’t let them touch anything in your room, in case you do come back some day. -JW

I’m having the nightmares again. But this time, I just see you falling. And I try to catch you, but it’s always too late. Always. -JW

I was supposed to protect you. I guess I can’t do anything right. -JW

I thought I saw you at work today. My heart literally lept, but you disappeared. You always do. -JW

God, just give me a sign. Anything. I just need to know you’re alive. Please. -JW

Sherlock looked away from the phone. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He was already running risks, checking up on John in various disguises. He had nearly been caught a few times, too. He leaned back in his chair, his legs stretched before him, crossed at the ankles, phone dangling from a hand that hung off of the arm of the chair.

He missed John.

—

A year and a half passed. He was getting closer and closer to completely eliminating the web. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. It kept Sherlock sane. Kept him from using. Kept him alive.

I was watching crap telly again. Not the same without you shouting abuse at them now. -JW

Your brother was quite insistent that I go back to my therapist. I’d rather not, though. It’s not helping. -JW

It still hurts, Sherlock. It’s been over a year and it still hurts. Why does it still hurt? -JW

I still make two cups of tea a day. You still never drink yours. -JW

—

Two years later, he had finally cornered the last member of the web, taking care of him with one clean shot in the temple. After the man was dead, Sherlock sat down, staring at the corpse for a good two hours.

It was done.

The web was disintegrated.

And then, out of nowhere, he felt an almost manic explosion of laughter burst out of him. He was laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. Or was he crying? Emotions of glee and desperation racked his body, reducing him to a shaking pile next to a dead man. Finally, he managed to stand up and pull himself together, leaving the corpse where it lay and quickly typing out a text before heading back home.

Put the kettle on. -SH

NOT THIS AGAIN

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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

lostconner:

My friend Erin made the little Sherly doll and  little Johnny doll.I put them will my AF Sherlock and John……It just looks like……A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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01.
John:You look after Sherly,I look after Johnny today!
Sherlock:NO!!!
Sherly:NO!!!!!

02
John:Don’t put Mr bone on your head,your father would be angry!
Sherly:=3=

03
Sherlock:I think Johnny has pee
John:………………

SCREAMING

ambitiousbutrubbish-yo:

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blainepwnderson:

trolliarty:

loki-s-army-at-221b:

fangirlingismydivision:

xan-der-shinywolf:

karlimeaghan:

cyan-013:

Guys. Guys. Guys.

I just noticed this.

The lady on the jury, that Moriarty threatened? Isn’t she the cabbie’s ex-wife? Aren’t those their kids, just grown up a bit? AREN’T THEY?!

Or am I completely delusional? SOMEONE TELL ME PLEASE.

MOFFAT!!!

Reblogging again for the sheer continuity

Moffat is a genious with continuity

WHAT!?!?!?! OH MY GOD!! MOFFAT WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?

OK SO I’M ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF OF A CLIFF NOW

SO MUCH CONTINUITY IT HURTS

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lady-karasu:

iamthecakefairy:

ibeggedformercytwice:

curlyboff:

nixiesaurus:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 

No crimes in Heaven, apparently.

SH

—-

Met an angel called Castiel.

Was looking for a human body.

SH

—-

Have I told you about the Winchesters?

SH

—-

I miss you and your complaining horribly

SH

—-

Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.

SH

—-

John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.

SH

—-

I wish I could talk to you

SH

—-

God won’t let me visit Hell. 

But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!

SH

—-

If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you

SH

—-

Still missing you horribly

SH

—-

Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.

A woman even I might admire. Good Job.

SH

—-

People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.

Keep thanking me.

Somewhat annoying.

SH

—-

Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?

Someone is getting too sentimental.

I’m touched.

SH

—-

Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.

Still as annoying as ever.

I miss when you used to punch him for me.

SH

—-

You’ve become so good at writing.

I miss you.

SH

—-

There are so many things I should have said.

Down There.

SH

—-

Sorry

SH

—-

I miss you

SH

—-

I love you.

SH

—-

Won’t you hurry up?

SH

—-

Don’t come too quickly, though.

SH

—-

Met with Mummy.

She cried. I don’t understand it.

SH

—-

I love you

SH

—-

Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 

You’re done fighting, John.

Come home.

SH

—-

Stubborn to the last, my John.

SH

—-

I love you anyway.

SH

—-

“Welcome home.”

Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?

You won’t believe this.  Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx

—-

It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx

—-

They’re letting me torture people, Seb!  It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx

—-

There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx

—-

Scratch that.  Says you killed him in Kabul.  Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx

—-

The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx

—-

You really should stop drinking and smoking.  I think it’s ruining your organs.  Then again, that means you get here sooner.  That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx

—-

Actually, scratch that last one.  I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx

—-

Oh.  It’s terminal.  It’s only been a few years, Seb.  I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx

—-

I always knew you could handle pain.  I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx

—-

I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon.  It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx

—-

Just close your eyes. -JMx

—-

“Stupid, simple tiger.  You never did listen to me.”

NO

NO

NO

I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you. 

That came out wrong. Sort of. 

I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL

—-

It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL

—-

You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL

—-

A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL

—-

You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL

—-

You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL

—-

I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL

—-

I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL

—-

You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL

—-

And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL

—-

Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL

—-

I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL

—-

I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL

—-

You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL

—-

Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL

—-

You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL

—-

Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL

—-

England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft.  - GL

—-

“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”

Well, we’ve got the set, now.  God, the first version hurt enough then this went around before, but now there’s a mormor version?  Oh, my heart… 

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lanimalu:

I like these cat!Sherlock and hedgehog!John photos I get to see on my Dashboard, sometimes. And I like drawing suits, so I made this … senseless … combination. XD”

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This is Lestrade during his vacation and you can’t convince me otherwise.

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lanimalu:

I love John’s blog and the cute and weird comments! XD
I hope he’ll continue writing when season 3 starts.

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