Q:Seriously Johnlock being endgame is literally the only explanation of everything that's happened in the show.
For the love of God, there needs to be a better baby tracking app than the “what to expect when you’re expecting” one.
I came here for the science, not the fucking squee and flowers!
I recently found/refound these so maybe they are new to you too:
a bad night with my Dad turned into a horrendous night at work
I’m feeling pretty low
Could I get some fic recs? Sherlolly, or Tasertricks or anything else you guys think I might like. Medium length? Finished preferred but not necessary. It doesn’t have to be fluffy but dear lord no angst. A touch smutty would be nice but again, not necessary.
The Furniture Abuse series by Roz1013
Triptych by Jobabe
Late Night Visit by Sherlockian_87
People who think they’re allowed to police tags confuse the fuck out of me. If a post is about a subject, you tag it. That’s just how that goes. There’s no rule that you can only tag it if you’re a fan of it. For instance, if I want to make a post about the strange…
You’re right OP, there’s no rule….except the rules of human decency. Ask yourself if you’d like seeing literally almost nothing but hate in your own favourite character’s tag. Wouldn’t it be infuriating? Especially if it’s all wild speculation and barely veiled misogyny?
Buying pregnancy tests is 100% more embarrassing than buying condoms (I was so proud to finally be having sex on the reg!)
I don’t want anyone to think a baby would be unwanted! So I try to buy another pregnancy-related thing along with them - vitamins and coco butter so far. I’m running out of reasonable things so I hope this one takes.
Also, I’ll probably be rambling about the “journey” (barf) a bit, so if you don’t care please blacklist “pregnancy” or “floo’s getting knocked up”…or both!
A birthday drabble for thestarlitrose.
Molly woke up slowly, letting the sounds of the real world enter her half-sleeping brain. She had been having a rather wonderful dream about…well…never mind. It was just a dream.
Even before her eyes were entirely focused in the morning light, she knew her faithful Toby was curled up in he empty space next to her. He had been rather attentive lately, probably sensing the mild melancholy underlining his human’s movements. But…no, he was just a needy cat…never mind.
She sighed and yawned deeply as she began to stretch and commit to actually waking up. She really didn’t need to be awake yet. But never mind, her body seemed to have had enough sleep. So she blinked and shifted around…well, tried to shift. Toby was taking up more space than usual…
The weight next to her shifted and a strong arm wrapped around her waist…a very familiar strong arm.
"Sherlock?" she whispered.
"Mmmm" he hummed sleepily.
"What are you doing here?" It wasn’t the first time she’d woken up to the consulting detective in her flat…but not for months, and never in her bed!
"I was sleeping."
"I get that…but…is something wrong?"
"Shhhh, it’s still sleep time."
Molly smiled to herself and relaxed a bit. She knew his last case had been tough. He must have finally solved it. And it was nice…having him here…but she told herself not to get used to the familiarity.
Sherlock took a deep breath and pulled her closer to him so their bodies fit together under the duvet. “Happy Birthday, Molly Hooper,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
Molly bit her lip to keep from smiling too wide. He’d remembered. He’d actually…. And then Sherlock tilted his chin up and kissed the back of her neck. His lips rested on her top vertebra for what seemed like forever before he pulled away and nuzzled her back.
Well…now she’d never get back to sleep…but…never mind.
Benedict C - for a high-profile figure & a talented & intelligent actor - is incredibly generous, accessible and open with his fanbase. But that does not allow any of us to treat him with any less respect & dignity than we would each other, or particularly with a public…