You might think I’m coldhearted. i am

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Jalila. Italian. 25. Fangirl extraordinaire.

I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.

finishing his sentences.

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Sherlock grows up a bit, becomes more of a man, stops being the genius child…he was completely blind, he was completely blindsided by who that present was for, he realizes she cares for him. He realizes she’s really hurting. And he realizes, possibly for the first time in his life, that he doesn’t like what he just did. He thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that.’ He’s been cruel before, but it’s always been sort of accidental, or it’s been minor. And he thinks ‘I’ve got to fix that. That’s not good enough. I can do better than that. And I do care that I’ve just hurt her.’ -Steven Moffat (x)

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Sherlock & Molly + Watching him as he walks away …  

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Please me, show me how it’s done.
Trust me, you are the one.

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sextective:

Second year Hermione Granger finds a lonely first year Sherlock Holmes in the library and it turns out that they have a few things in common. (x)

I’ve been thinking about making something like this since I found out that Sherlock would have attended Hogwarts at the same time as the trio, give or take a year or two. Let me know if you want me to continue!

get to know me meme - favorite brotps: Joan Watson/Sherlock Holmes

"When I look back at the last 18 months I often categorize it as a grand experiment. The results which has demonstrated to me, much to my surprise, that I am capable of change, so I will change, for you, for the sake of our partnership, for the sake of our work."

MAY 4th, 1891 / Reichenbach Fall

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artbylexie:

thesherlollykiss:

Victorian Sherlolly

I have been a huge fan of artbylexie's artwork for a while (especially her Victorian!Lock stuff) so as soon as she opened her commissions a few months ago I knew I just had to get something done and here it is!

Please check out her work, it is just beautiful and completely perfect for Sherlock and Molly.

And as ever with these things, please do not repost or use without mine and her permission.

Commission piece!!!!! I REALLY love this one…

a-kind-of-library:

brynnasaurus:

221b Baker Street

one of the greatest literary detectives.

artbylexie:

She was staring up at him intensely and Sherlock tried to do his best to concentrate on their dance steps and not the way he felt a flush crawling up the back of his neck.

"Something the matter?" he asked, finally willing to address the problem head-on.

She blinked, her lips pulling up into an apologetic smile out of habit. “No, it’s nothing, I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…”

"But?"

"Well, I was just wondering about," she gestured vaguely to his upper lip to the offending thing he knew was there. He held back a sigh as she continued. "It’s just that it looks like you don’t like it. You-you’re not used it, maybe? You keep doing this—err—well, tightening up your lips like you want to hide it with your bottom one."

She let out a nervous giggle and a small shrug, looking down at her feet for a moment.

Sherlock blinked a bit in surprise. It wasn’t normally the case that someone deduced him, even on something so trivial. He held her loosely as they danced together, the music still slow enough to keep most couples in the pub standing or sitting along the edges. Sherlock glanced over to where John Watson was making Mary Morstan giggle a little too loudly by the bar.

"Yes, well, I don’t like it, rather," he confessed, focusing on Molly again. They’d just met an hour or so earlier, but he knew he already preferred her company to being witness to his best friend and his girl make googoo eyes at each other. "You see, I lost a bet with Watson and this was the penalty, I’m afraid."

Molly did laugh properly at that, looking back at him, and Sherlock realized that he’d pulled her bit closer than was necessary.

Interesting.

"I see. Do I want to know what the bet was?" she asked.

Sherlock cleared his throat and knew without a doubt that he was blushing a bit now, but schooled his features into an air of imperiousness. “I don’t believe it’s for young ladies to know about.”

Molly frowned a bit, her eyebrows knitting in confusion for a moment before the penny dropped and a rather fetching blush covered her cheeks. “Oh,” was all she said.

Oh he rather liked that, Sherlock realized with a start. “Was that all you wanted to know?” he ventured to ask.

"Well, yes. Err—no, it’s just that it reminded me a bit of a bloke that I saw coming through the morgue just the other day and I wondered if maybe you’d picked up the same fashion plate," she replied.

Sherlock very nearly stopped their movements altogether. “Morgue?”

Molly’s eyes bugged open wide and she ducked her head again, very nearly pulling completely away from him. “Sorry, I—that’s not what—sorry.”

Sherlock quickly induced that Molly had revealed something she shouldn’t have, something she’d often been chastised for, perhaps. His eyes narrowed.

"Ms Hooper, do you work at the morgue of St Barts?" Sherlock ventured to ask, sensing that she was going to run from him possibly and so he tightened his grip on the hand of hers he was holding. His mind was quickly re-cataloging all the deductions he’d made upon first meeting her.

"Yes, well, I help the coroner with the autopsies. With the war, they need all the help they can get," she replied nervously.

"You enjoy it there," he continued, no longer asking questions now that he’d managed to ascertain the truth. 

Molly seemed to have made a decision, now that flight was not an option, and lifted her eyes to look squarely at him. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I rather love it.”

Sherlock pulled her closer once again, slowly smiling at her as he moved them back into the dance steps they’d all but abandoned.

"Ms. Hooper, I think that we will have quite a lot to talk about."

Part 2 (or I guess a prequel?) to my earlier post of WWII!Sherlolly.

Thank you to all the folks that watched the livestream for this! I’m sorry I bored you to tears…