Mavericksmarmelade - Maverick's Marmalade

listen…. middle aged ships are my jam. there’s something hopeful about seeing two older people fall in love (or still being in love) on my screen. 

give me two workaholics who realise there’s more to life than their job when they meet each other. 

give me two people who’ve been to hell and back together for years and have always had each others backs.

give me two people who’ve been married for decades and are more in love than ever. 

give me two lonely people thrown together in a life or death situation and let them realise they wouldn’t want anyone else by their side. 

give me two people who’ve been heartbroken more times than they can count who find hope in each other.

GIVE ME OLDER SHIPS

🐭🍎❤ Inspired by this video from simon_dell_tog

Got me woooping in my quiet empty apartment

we as a society need to embrace the fact that martin freeman is actually fine as hell

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

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.

life sucks but ballet/rugby johnlock is soft

//dont repost my art period plz and thank you//

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?