go to sleep, mr. eames
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(via myjetnowairdot)
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Graphite pencils and fineliners in Moleskine sketchbook.
Progress shots of all drawings can be found under my WIP tag.
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A sketch that really got a bit out of hand. Also, I missed Benedict’s birthday so THIS IS… FOR THAT. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB
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Sherlock fanart [in progresso part deux]
Benny why is your face hard.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3cs4kpNYJ1r4c2mgo1_1280.jpg)
Sherlock fanart [in progresso part deux]
Benny why is your face hard.
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Fic rec!
Hunger Pangs by keelywolfe (Mature | John Watson/Martin Crieff)
It’d been years since Martin had been that desperate, desperate enough to consider just what he would do to get a bit of money. Set after ‘The Reichenbach Fall’.
Mother.
Of.
God.
Let me preface this by saying that even if you aren’t a big fan of the Cabin Pressure fandom, do yourself a favor and check this one out. Once again, keelywolfe outdoes herself (and it’s with a pairing I would never normally consider reading) and she’s left me quite literally in pain for more. Never before have I had stronger conflicting feelings of arousal and complete and utter devastation for a character; and brought upon in less than 4,000 words, no less. Her characterization is so good it hurts, and if you’re a fan of angsty fics, you’re in for a very lovely trip.
In short: READ THIS.
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— I wanted to see a male Molly Hooper to match the rest of the genderbended Sherlock gang!
I love Molly who standing timidly beside Sherlock in the series. And she often looks like a squirrel looking for nuts ^q^
(via monstergrandfather)
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Fic rec!
I Don’t Know What More to Ask For by halotolerant (Mature)
Imagine having John Watson.
Before this present time, there were a very great number of years when he did not have John Watson.
And now that, once more, he does not have John Watson the situation has arguably only returned – after six hundred and two days of abnormality – to a resting state.
It should be exactly the same as before.
But it is not the same.
Lossemerges to be tangibly different from never-having-possessed, even though logically the reasons for this are scarce.
Humanity, perhaps, makes the margin of error, as so often.
In which Sherlock realizes just how much John means to him and how the hell is he going to make it without him? Chock full of angst and not necessarily a happy ending, but a wonderful story nonetheless.
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Artist: Unkown
“He’s also wearing glasses. Thin, horn-rimmed glasses. Somehow, that little, insignificant detail hits Sherlock like a sledgehammer. Sherlock has never seen these glasses before. He’s been observing John’s deteriorating eyesight since the moment they met, but he’d estimated that it would take at least two more years for it to become so bad that John would stoop to actually seeing an ophthalmologist. But apparently, sometime during the year Sherlock was gone, John’s eyesight deteriorated enough for him to get glasses. Of course Sherlock immediately wants to pluck them from John’s nose and examine them in detail, and a whole catalogue of questions develops in Sherlock’s brain. How strong are they? Does he have contacts? Does he need them to read? To work? To drive?”
The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by raina_at
(via br0-harry)
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Fic rec!
The Everthere by hbomb90 (Explicit | ~25,000 words)
John doesn’t like Daniel Vaughn.
Perhaps it’s because he’s very definitely a ‘Daniel’ and never a ‘Dan’. Perhaps it’s because he is privately educated and went to Cambridge and got a double first and isn’t the least bit show- offy about it. Perhaps it’s because he’s a human rights lawyer and is therefore extremely clever but not the requisite level of bastard that the word ‘lawyer’ usually implies. Perhaps because he’s a full six inches taller than John. And has the kind of naturally thick, auburn hair that is usually on achieved with extremely fancy dye and a high powered hair dryer. Perhaps it’s shoes (bespoke Italian leather) or his eyes (melting pools of dark chocolate).
Most likely, though, it’s because when Sherlock looks at Daniel Tall Ginger Human Rights Lawyer with A House In Kensington, he blushes.Quite possibly one of the most angst-heavy fics I’ve read as of late. The prompt asked for a pining-to-the-point-of-PAIN John and a besotted Sherlock—and the author most definitely delivers—which doesn’t necessarily make this an AU, but Sherlock is definitely more than a little bit out of character.
That being said, it’s still one of the most painful pieces I’ve (willingly) suffered through and it had me pulling at my hair on 4+ occasions (and one occasion that actually made me cry). It’s technically unfinished, but what we’re left with could very well be a suitable ending, so I hope you’ll give it a chance.
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Fic rec!
Marcella, Unstarched by arcsupport (Teen and Up | ~2,200 words)
Sherlock’s bare arms are braced on either side of him, so close that John can feel the heat from his skin. Any moment now. Any moment. Something terrible is going to happen.
Gratuitous arm porn, a nod to one of my favorite bands, and a bit of DIY gone super-sexy. Can’t really ask for much more, can you?
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Unrealistic as it was, John liked the idea of being Sherlock’s first; he’s not sure how he feels about being Sherlock’s four hundred and twenty-first. Or possibly five hundredth, since Sherlock apparently didn’t bother keeping count while sleeping with half of London. “Twelve, twenty, even thirty people is a pretty average number. Once you hit the hundreds, you’ve become the whore of Babylon.”
John says it before he really thinks it through - calling someone a whore is probably the fastest way to make sure they’ll never sleep with you again - but Sherlock’s wearing that surprised, pleased expression that means he’s flattered.
“You know, most people wouldn’t take it as a compliment.”
“You wouldn’t have said it if you thought I’d honestly be offended,” Sherlock says and John chooses to believe that’s true. Even if he knows it really isn’t. “Most scholars believe the whore of Babylon was a coded reference to Rome, a bustling, metropolitan city of the time. If you compared me to London, I’d take it as a compliment. This is the same thing.”
It’s really not, John thinks but he doesn’t have the heart, or the cruelty, to say it.
