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Got done with a quick drawing of (BBC) John Watson for a fic I am working on! I thought these two little drawings came out well. ^^ đź’›
(I didn't really put a background on either or pose John in the first one because it was supposed to be a basic character concept art piece. The image quality may be shit, so I apologise.)
(Yes, the leg pun is intentional. More leg pun bs to come. [:<)
Also, I will be posting the first few chapters of the fic here soon if anyone would like to read it! đź’›
You can find the W.I.P Fic on A03 here ⬇️
I will try and upload as much as I can on it. I hope you enjoy it so far!! đź’›
Just trying to post some of my finished art on here. Here's a picture I drew of Sherlock about a month ago. I hope you enjoy it!!
My brosephs
I have been going on and on about wanting a tv show/book/movie about a psychic who has to pass visions off as just being really observant or someone who’s really observant and has to pass observations off as visions for literal years
Apparently nobody thought to mention that something like that very much exists and is amazing
Psych my beloved
The toothless kiss of skeletons And the summer hail I'm the king of nails
King Of Nails- Sparklehorse
Self-Portrait - Vincent van Gogh (September 1889)
Conference At Night - Edward Hopper (1949)
The feeling of finally finding that one fanfiction after practically going insane searching for it because little snippets of the story is in your brain and it won't let you rest until you find it and the quotation mark trick on google isn't helping is unmatched.
I love how you can tell what obsession I went through on a certain week via my pinterest album on my gallery. Like "oh, here's 3 rows of pics starring tom ellis, i must have been watching lucifer that week"
Scare a random Sherlock. What if the brother turns stupid.
Mycroft 🔄Mickey
Do you guys also suddenly get like three new personalities, two new dream jobs and several mental breakdowns after binging a TV show or are you normal??
This is beautiful!
leyendecker-ish sherlock 🎻
kofi
Honestly, if anyone could be my enemy, I'd want Moriarty to be because if he were to kill me, at least I'd die laughing because he's such a weirdo. But I'd probably be embarrassed that that absolute freak beat me. LOOK AT THIS WEIRDO
Brilliant day. Binged all of season one and two of BBC Sherlock instead of going to jump rope practice. Why am I telling you all this?
I was worried that the retired colourman case won’t be as compelling as the others - reduced just to the detective part - but then I was thankfully unceremoniously killed by a gunshot in the heart when sherlock jumped to strangle an old (murderous) man the moment he started laughing at john being blown up.
incomparable experience, would recommend it to everyone. my funeral is on wednesday, you’re all welcomed.
my boy was so damn proud to say this ostentatious nothing when john asked him what did he learnt about the creeping man. just. so shameless and without pardon. imagine sherlock standing there in the middle of the living room with hands on his hips and probably some stupid t-shirt on or barefoot. simply looking forward, gloating in the sense of genius and thinking he’s being so bloody dramatic. nothing as in nothing can stop him. an icon.
oh so first burying oneself under the other’s covers only to emerge asking about shoelaces, then watching the other in their sleep and later flopping on the other’s matress cursing in frustration of unsolved case, but asking deep personal questions about the other’s past and laughing together a while after?
and now waking the other up in the morning with a cup of tea? oh okay sure
what, maybe you’ve even sat on the edge of sherlock’s bed with that tea, john, and looked at him light-heartedly as he was pretending to sleep despite your talking, early sunlight probably splayed on his face and shining warmly on his disheveled hair or whatever? yeah of course why wouldn’t you perform this perfectly platonic activity, just warn me when I should give you both some privacy so that you can present him with a morning kiss alright
I just can’t stop wondering how much we don’t know because we can’t hear it - because of sherlock & co being recorded.
how many times had john rolled his eyes at sherlock when he was being ridiculous, but smiled to himself the moment he turned around? how many times had mariana leaned in the doorway to 221b baker street and silently but fondly watched john and sherlock bickering? how many times sherlock just didn’t say anything when archie climbed on his lap and instead started to scratch behind the dog’s ears?
how many gentle smiles, cheeky grins and warm gazes with sparkling eyes? fingers touching one’s arm, hands on the shoulder or tight hugs? how much affection spread without words?
how much is being not said, left to imagination?
the gloria scott has just properly and unapologetically annihilated me, I’ll be posting about it like my life depends on it as soon as I gather myself after whatever in hell was this
okay okay wait a second
victor trevor interrupting stranger’s conversation just because he heard the name sherlock holmes in it? asking if he has been mentioning him? being the only friend sherlock had in college? remembering that the one kind of pasta he eats is penne and having his own predictions about who sherlock’d be in the future? asking right away if he’d been right? thinking that sherlock of all people was a great laugh? and have I heard being in between boyfriends???
finally, speaking about sherlock with this warm nostalgic tone and always with a bashful laugh hidden behind it? oh my, mister victor trevor, you were in love!
and don’t mind me at all, but I’m having a certain vision - of sherlock and victor in college, victor coming late to their dorm after long evening studying in the library or a night out with friends in a pub, and finding sherlock transfixed on some experiment, of course having gone a whole day without a proper meal. victor complaining loudly about you and your fucked up diet, honestly, sherlock, but at the same time getting ready to go make sherlock some pasta for a late night diner. because did you know this penne with mascarpone and tomato sauce that is the only pasta sherlock eats, is originally a victor’s recipe? and after it’s done, them both sitting on a couch, sherlock eating from a pot - they’re students after all, the dishes are in a big dirty pile in the sink - while victor watches him out of the corner of his eye. then the rest of the evening spend on Sherlock talking about his experiment, some interesting plant or a new deduction, while victor just listens to him with a dreamy expression on his face, because that’s what he has been waiting the whole day for.
and I won’t speculate whether sherlock was in love, too, because the man is a mystery to me, but I do imagine victor calling him after the events of gloria scott, asking if he can come by to baker street to thank properly for solving the case. after sherlock agrees - but invites him over when he knows nor john neither mariana would be home - victor arrives with a shoping bag in hand and, in spite of some attempts at protest close to it’s not necessary, he prepares the penne pasta for sherlock one last time. then all is done and there’s no excuse for him to stay longer, really, so he stands up to say goodbye. quick enough for sherlock to not be able to do anything about it, victor kisses him on the cheek. but he had been watching sherlock during the case and heard enough my dear watson to know that he has lost his chance. so he says simply good luck, sherlock and walks out of baker street.
john would come back to the flat few moments later to find sherlock standing in a doorway, hands holding his cheeks. sherlock being even weirder than usual, john would get worried and trying to pry any information from him, even checking his temperature by a quick touch to the forehead. but as sherlock doesn’t comply, in the end john would just shrug his shoulders and leave him alone, only to become perplexed seconds later, when he enters the kitchen.
because there are leftovers of penne with mascarpone and tomato sauce already on the countertop, while john himself was just about to cook them this same thing for dinner.
victor trevor, the only person sherlock had been at least vaguely friends with in college, just said in front of him and john hamish watson that he’s in between boyfriends and my life has not been the same ever since
yeah so anyway I’ve heard a name victor trevor in the, what, first five minutes of the latest episode and I’m having heart palpitations ever since
Sherlock Holmes at any given moment:
thank the stars it’s sherlock and co tuesday tomorrow because you can be damn sure I need some moral stability in these trying times
John Watson saying you join me and my companion/colleague/friend/flat mate while the only thing I can think of is oh please cut the bullshit.
Companion is already the gayest word in existence and yet you want to salvage yourself by flat mate in a desperate try of not using roommate which is actually nothing more than just the second gayest word in existence and you and I both know it.
Who do you think you’re fooling John, my beloved sweet summer child, only yourself I’m afraid.
me, entering tumblr after listening to the cardboard box pt2, seeing I am just one of us fools thinking john and sherlock would pretend to be a swingers couple for a case, and knowing we’ve found our place in the world to be fools together:
John Hamish Watson at any given moment:
Okay for the record I just wanted to say that Sherlock mentioning an underlaying threat of a birthday surprise party while talking John’s ear off (and this is an unintentional pun regarding the cardboard box, if you know, you know) about how absurdly in love with Christmas he is was not without a reason.
And if you ask me, when the boys come home after the cardboard box case, there will be a (threatening, if you ask Sherlock) surprise birthday party waiting organised by Mariana in cahoots with John. And John will rant before to Sherlock about something ridiculous to buy them some time, because they’ve finished the case too early and Mariana is not yet ready with the preparations. And there will be a cake, candles (maybe just a symbolical one, because Sherlock hasn’t told anybody how old is he, of course), and Archie with a birthday hat on.
And even though Sherlock might have not thought that his birthday was relevant, he will be smiling to himself after the party is over (and after John with Mariana had just given him the tightest of hugs, maybe even a quick kiss on a forehead, because this is our Sherlock).
You know, just for the record.