You Know What Else Absolutely Broke Me About S4? When Sherlock Is Strung Out And Thin And Scruffy And

Oh my god I'm crying at the thought of season 3

Hope Crowley gets to be extremely dramatic in S3

Masking a change of heart. Femlock Fluff

My blush was spreading from my chest up to my neck under her attentive gaze.

"Do you mean it?" I released in a breath I hadn't realised was being held. What would she respond with? Of course Jean, you fit society's expectations of aesthetics? No, she'd be more inclined to wave her hand and in one flourish dismiss me to my date.

"Do you want for me to mean it?" Her right eyebrow was raised and she flitted her eyes up to mine for only a brief moment. Goddammit! That was more than banter. That had to be a flirty rhetorical question. What was I supposed to think? Do? Say? I didn't seem to have time to wonder before she swept the laptop aside and stood to approach me.

She reached for my left arm and touched the sleeve with her fingers and her eyes. My breath hitched as I watched the fabric smoothen beneath her stroke and contour to the curve of my arm. The heat rose to my cheeks and forehead. Damn my disposition for blushing. She could no doubt see my pulse was rising, could feel the blood rushing through my veins. There had been months of flirtations here and there but I'd never taken it seriously. Sherlock was by her own admission disinterested in the subject of romance and sex. I felt an undeniable instinct that this was the moment the final wall would come down.

Writing Prompt

"Whatever will I do without you?"

Why did he say 'will' and not 'would'? Does he imagine I'd leave him now? How could I walk away from the most tenacious and formidable friend I've ever had the good fortune of making?

we go just right.

JOHNLOCK FANFIC CULTURE IN A NUTSHELL

Cases: NO TIME FOR REAL CASES. THERE'S PORN ON THE HORIZON. (Either story begins just after a case, or incorporates a few legit-sounding details.)

Anderson: Not usually in story but inevitably mentioned with appropriate scorn.

Mycroft: Usually either very for or very against Johnlock. Either way he's kinkily watching the CCTV.

Tea: Everyone drinks at least half their body weight in tea during the course of a story. Even drabbles. You see that 800-word story? 400 of those words deal with making tea.

Milk: Getting the milk is a thing. It's practically a euphemism at this point. If Sherlock gets the milk, he's DTF. Or apologizing, and then offering his body as an extra form of apologetic-ness.

Mrs. Hudson: Ships Johnlock like a beast. Hell, she usually has some kind of Johnlockfucking-sense. She just KNOWS when they're hooking up and is determined to facilitate this/make it kind of embarrassing for them in a cute way.

Mummy Holmes: For not actually being in the show, she's surprisingly mentioned a lot. She's everything from a horrid bitch to actually a really loving rich lady who somehow just has these two weirdo sons.

Moran: Ditto, kind of. Moran is sometimes a woman, sometimes a man, sometimes seduces Moriarty/John/Sherlock/all of the above. Also somehow capable of holding 7 laser pointers I mean snipers in TGG.

Jumpers: JOHN WEARS JUMPERS ALL THE DAYS AND SHERLOCK SECRETLY LIKES IT.

Boredom: The best way to cure Sherlock's boredom to sex him vigorously. Or somehow get him hooked on James Bond and/or Doctor Who.

Sexytiems: This is the fun part. There is so much beautiful variation here. John is everything from secretly gay, to comfortably bisexual, to not even really wanting to fuck Sherlock but kind of wanting to anyway. Likewise, Sherlock is everything from purely virginal, to wholeheartedly asexual, to secretly shagging half of London for a case. Their sex ranges from WE ARE GODS OF LOVEMAKING to it goes where?

Common Situations: Being outed at crime scenes, very thorough medical investigations, post-case-compulsion-to-fuck, the Scotland Yard has a betting pool, heartfelt realizations during kidnapping, gratuitous casual high-functioning sociopath nudity.

Violin: Totally a euphemism. He took dat bow in his hand like some kind of musical god slut and handled it with sexual precision.

AUs: Dude, I don't even understand this crazy shit. There's wings and cats and Greek alphabet letters thrown all over the place.

Genderswap: Love it, but it's really funny because we never know what to call Sherlock other than Sherlock. Sherlock...ina? Sherlockette? Dafuq.

Avengers: They show up a lot, somehow. I think it's because we're all from tumblr and Hiddles is love.

Conclusion: I fucking love this fandom never change.

I am Broken

How does it feel… to be in love?

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH → 1.05 | 1.10

I had forgotten how loud American tourists were. The man laughed and grinned and spoke in awe of the little garden themed cafe through his whole brunch. His mate just spurred him on enthusiastically like it was his friend's first time in a cafe. After a video was filmed by the American in which he scuttled passed the closed garden door to investigate the downstairs cafe courtyard, he seemed to settle down. I spoke too soon, the food arrived and his enthusiasm peeked an all time high.

"My man look, this place is beautiful!"

He clapped and grinned like a child being given a balloon at a cars sale. Stepping out his chair, he bent to shoot his delectable blueberry waffles for his perhaps few Instagram followers that cared. It was delicious to be fair but it would just add to a sequence of clips of this quote ordinary Brisbane cafe. I felt instinctively that he must have not been to many yet during his stay in Australia but I decided to let him have his fun. It was interesting to watch such a grown man marvel at something that I had been taking for granted. Of course, this was my favourite cafe for it's general hospitality and atmosphere but I had dined there many times in the seven months of living in West End and the novelty was long passed. I guess it reminded me of the beauty of trying new things and exploring new places. That was something I had been striving to do while living in the understated and small city in Australia. Finding little nooks and crannies to spend my free time and think about less important things, less processing and more revelling in simplicity.

I like watching people. That's one thing I've learned about myself. I like observing their reactions and noting the tones and inflections of their voices depending on their mood and their thoughts. I like seeing their clothing and deciding who was comfortable in their apparel and who was simple trying to fit the urban, chic vibe of West End. I'm guilty of the latter myself lately but today I felt like myself. A floral button up, dark green maxi skirt and black suede boots. Not the most practical or moody outfit considering the wet weather but it made me feel the happiest.

I had used almost half of my battery percentage and even more of my data than anticipated due to the blackout at home that morning. But my temperament was maintained due to being out amongst the public, belly full of coffee and blueberry bagels and the warm chatter of people thriving despite the downpour.

I lost the ability to feel embarrassment in 2019 when TSA whipped out my jelly clear 12 inch dildo from my carry-on bag and tested it for explosives while everyone watched on in horror and confusion

Two types of music listeners

Just another "Disney movie style" image of Johnlock baking cookies.