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johnlockbbc · 17 days
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Guys guys who else thinks it’s time for a resurrection of the Sherlock fandom I feel like we need a fourth wave who’s down
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bluebellofbakerstreet · 7 months
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Inktober 4 - Drowsy
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dantethepoet · 3 months
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Sometimes I remember that Sherlock restarted his heart for John after FLATLINING and I die a bit inside
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lokisrealpurpous · 17 days
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dating loki would include
dating loki in a nutshell
hair
loki would be obsessed with you hair and would probably be touching it with any chance he gets. he would always offer to wash it and braid it, style it or to even just run his hands through it. It would also work both ways, loki would love it when you played with his hair.
physical touch
this man is touchstarved. he will never be able to keep his hands off you, no matter where you are. he'd love hugging you from behind and nuzzling into your neck, taking in your sent, holding you as he sleeps, holding hands. He also would always have you in his arms or lap.
consent
Before loki does anything, this being touching or doing things for you, he would always ask, unless he knows 100%, you are okay with it. he's very strong on consent and always listens to your feelings and checks you're comftable even if you say something is fine. If you change your mind or refuse he will immediately stop and make sure everything is okay.
reading
Loki would love reading to you, reccomending you books and would constantly be ranting on about books he's reading. When you can't sleep, he'd often let you lay against his chest as he reads you an old book from his childhood while running his hands through your hair.
sarcasm
Even if you're his lover loki is still the most sarcastic, witty person to exist. He'd constantly be messing around or teasing you, always making sure you know his jokes are jokes and picking a right time but he'd probably be pranking you alot.
cuddles
He secretly loves them. After a long day he will search for you just to wrap himself around you or cling onto you any way he can. he loves hugs from people he trusts, and he would always make sure he falls asleep cuddled up with you.
insomnia
He barely sleeps and is always awake when you wake up. He loves the night but also the sound of birds at the crack of dawn. Although he doesn't sleep himself, he will always make sure you get enough rest.
kisses
Loki loves kissing you, his favourite places probably being your neck, thighs, hands, forehead, cheeks, and his overall favourite your lips. Even a peck is enough as long as he gets his kisses. When he's touchstarved, he won't get his lips away from you.
words of affirmation
he loves praising you, and he loves it when you say nice things to him, especially after his neglection as a kid. He will always make sure you feel loved, and it goes both ways. You'd often have him sneeking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering small things in your ear like, 'you look so beautiful, my darling' 'that dress looks gorgeous on you'
gift giving
He would buy you the entire 9 realms if he could. Loki would spoil you every single day. Whatever you wanted, he would buy for you, and you'd always be getting small gifts off of him
princess treatment
loki would unshamefully do everything for you, even in public. If your heels were hurting he'd take them off, carry them, and then carry you to wherever you both need to be, if you had laces, he'd tie them up, if you were unwell he would honestly slave for you, you'd have breakfast in bed, a hot water bottle and literally whatever you ask him for. He'd probably make you some chocolate covered strawberries as well.
music
he loves music and deffinatly has a viynal and cd player in his room. He likes all genres depending on the mood he's in, and he is the type of person to play his music loud enough for the whole of Asgard to hear. You've introduced loki to many 'midgardian' artists such as lana del rey, amy winehouse, artic monkeys, the weeknd, billie eilish, and rihannah and he loves them, especially the older artists such as Bowie, Queen, ABBA, Elvis and Harry James. Loki also has quite a soft singing voice himself, and you'd often catch him singing or humming to songs. After a lot of persuading, he'd sometimes sing you old norse lullabies his mother used to sing to him to help you sleep.
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monkeyscomics · 9 months
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💀🥛 'Sherlock!!!! YOU DON'T PUT EMPTY BOTTLE BACK IN THE FRIDGE!!!' - John Watson
A member from Johnlock group said this is something John would do, I 100% agree ;)
I enjoy a lot being inspired by fandom, its a joy hanging out with you guys ^u^/
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ariessential · 5 months
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Imagine The Killer (2023) being published at the height of bbc sherlock fandomhood. MorMor stans would've sunk their teeth into that so fast.
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jrow · 4 months
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Lost Along the Coast (FTH 2023)
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I am joining the end of year rush to post FTH fics! Here is my FTH 2023 fic for @khorazir, who requested a sequel to Blue Plaques that took the boys to a National Trust site outside London. It was so great to revisit this version of John and Sherlock! You don't need to have read (or remember) Blue Plaques to understand this story though. Special thanks to @keirgreeneyes for betaing this work!
Summary: At Mycroft's insistence, John and Sherlock head to Boscastle to investigate a missing woman. But John can't figure out why Mycroft is so personally invested in the case … or why Sherlock seems so taken with the local investigator. Read it here!!!
(~25K words; 4 chapters + a short epilogue; rated T). Will be posting twice a week :)
Tagging a few people who might be interested. Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the tags. @raina-at @lololollywrites @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @bluebellofbakerstreet @fandomtrumpshate
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beingallmysterious · 4 months
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Okay I’m late to this as it has already been out a year but I just discovered the series A Better Story on the TJLCExplained YouTube channel by the always lovely @victorianpining and I cannot scream loudly enough when I say that if you haven’t watched it, stop whatever you are doing and watch it now.
Rebecca’s analysis is as piercing and intelligent as it is open-minded and thoughtful and at every step there is so much heart.
If you were hurt by season four, it is time to heal and A Better Story is exactly the medicine you need. You will be held with complete compassion and understanding as you come to terms with it all
Even if you never want to come back to BBC Sherlock, consider taking the time to heal anyway. I’ve seen the old Sherlock pain rise from the deep like a monster in other fandoms and it really does spoil things— sucks out all the fun and corrupts the interpretation. We need to heal.
And if you don’t have any lingering trauma, damn watch it anyway. It’s joyful and intelligent and brilliant. The game is on.
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fandom-imagines · 1 year
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would anyone be interested in a full slow-burn mycroft holmes x reader fic? i have had this idea for like a week and was wondering if anyone would read it before I fully plan :)
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calaisreno · 1 year
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Epiphany
Epiphanies are nothing new for Sherlock. His entire career as a consulting detective is built around moments when it all suddenly makes sense, the clues slot into place, and the case is solved. 
He hasn’t solved the case of John Watson. All night, he’s been thinking about it. Dark hours, dark thoughts. He’s made a mistake.
When light is coming through the curtains, he knows.
In the kitchen his flatmate, his conundrum, is making tea. His brilliant flatmate, who’d figured out where Sherlock went, got in a cab and followed him, and shot the cabbie through two panes of glass. 
“Morning.” John puts a cup of tea in front of him, milk and two sugars. (One day, and he already knows how Sherlock takes it?) 
He’s underestimated John Watson. 
“Toast?” John has slept well. He killed a man, giggled over Chinese fortunes, and slept peacefully all night. 
Sherlock makes his way to the table and sits. He feels like a wreck. 
“John, I… I would like to clarify something I said last night.”
John passes him the jam. “You’ve changed your mind.”
“What?”
“You’re rethinking me, as your flatmate.” 
“Yes.”
John looks disappointed, but nods. “It’s fine. I haven’t moved my stuff.”
“No. I mean… I’m not married to my work. I’m unattached. Like you.”
“And you’d rather be...?”
“Your boyfriend.”
Prompt: morning light
Thank you, @notjustamumj ❤️
Tagging: @totallysilvergirl @elwinglyre @meetinginsamarra @raina-at @jrow and anyone else who wants to participate! Tag a few writers!
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A question for Mycroft fans: Which of Mycroft's outfits is your favourite and why is it the Christmas suit?
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dragonsrfire · 2 months
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A CASE STUDY - THE BI VIBE
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No Context but I rest my case.
The bi-energy of these guys, is something too powerful for this world
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bluebellofbakerstreet · 2 months
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Fluffbruary 17. Prompts: Magazine, curtain
@fluffbruary
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johnlockbbc · 13 days
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Moffat after Sherlock-posting, throwing the whole remaining Sherlock fandom in a frenzy
(he’s done this several times before and it has never meant anything)
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lokisrealpurpous · 5 months
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words hurt like a blade
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father!loki x daughter!reader
warnings: bullying, sh, mentions of sewersl*de, mentions of scars, description of blood and wounds, angst, mention of weight.
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when loki finds out his little girl isn't dealing with things well, falling into dangerous habits that he once did too, he does everything to try and look after her.
☆ please please do not read this if you find anything in the warnings list at all triggering, keep yourself safe and I'm always here if anyone needs me or just needs someone to message ☆
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your pov:
After my father had gained the trust of the Avengers we've stayed at the tower, it was a new start which meant: new schools, new people and a completely changed routine, it was draining.
I joint the high school that Parker went to, he was a close friend, being the only other kid my age on the team, and tried everything he could to help me fit in, but as fate leads the path, I was the target of everyone that walked into my life.
As the days moved on antagonisingly slowly it got worse and worse, it began with names, roumers, nudges and smirks but was becoming more than just a lurking shadow, it hurt, it was exhausting.
"sort your face out"
"you alright fatty?"
"just kill yourself"
"cut your arms open"
It was the same threats everyday, along with fights and pushing and shoving and arguments.. getting worse... and worse as the weeks went by. It wasn't just a voice i could ignore anymore.
I began to not go into school, I stopped eating or I ate too much, I struggled to brush my hair, brush my teeth, shower, all the hope of that once little girl inside me had been burnt. Words hurt like a blade..
2 years clean.
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lokis pov:
I knew something was going on. The circles under her eyes were painted black, her hair was in dreads and her body was slow and achey. She refused to go into school and she rarely came out her room, and every now and then she'd be sick, but ive just brushed it off as anxiety.
I missed my little girl, my todler running in fits of giggles around The Gardens of Asgard Castle. The way her face was always illuminated with joy, the only tears that every stained her face was from happiness or a graze. I had gone wrong.. I know I have at some point, she's in pieces that neither of us know how to put back together but I'll always be there with the glue to seal the cracks.. she's my princess and she always will be.
The setting sun casted a golden brushstroke across the towers corridors, I haven't heard from y/n all day, not for food, nor anything, so I slowly paced down the silent rooms to her door, knocking gently as I twisted the handle.
your pov:
My breath was caught in my throat, strangled as the harsh words tangled in my head. I gasped for air as tears flooded down my crimson cheeks, desperately rummaging through my beside drawers with shakey hands.
where was it...
I mumbled, merely a whisper.
where is my b..
there it was. I felt the cold metal against my fingertips, the small blade burning my skin with fear and defeat.
2 years clean.
I pulled up my sleeve desperately and stared holes into my arms, only then to press the small razor against my arm.. deeper and deeper... then dragging it across the frail skin which cried sepia teardrops.
My eyes winced in pain, but my shoulders fell in relief, like the tension breathed through the cuts that patterned my arm. 1...2...3...4. The sence of control betrayed me as I cut over and over again, they faded white before they painted my arms red and the salty tears that clung onto my lashes fell with no sympathy as they sung the fresh cuts.
14... 15... 16...
then there was a knock.. shit.
I fumbled with the stomach twisting scene before me, the blade fell onto the icy wooden floor and the once white bedsheets were ruined with the blood of self pity. I gasped between clenched teeth as I pulled down my sleeve over the deep cuts.. and grabbed a book off the table next to me.. it was too late to grab the razor below me.
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lokis pov:
my heart sunk to my legs. the sheets were red. her eyes were irritated and rashed, her hands were shaking violently and her lip was quivering subtlety. Swiftly my eyes wandered over to see the blood dripping knife on the floor.. a small puddle dripping through the floor boards.. my angel.
I went to walk towards her but my body was trapped in a paralysis of fear and guilt, seeing her eyes overwhelmed with such emotion tore me to peaces. How could she have done this to herself.
what have you done..
I whispered, loud enough for her to hear me, evident when her voice cracked into antagonising sobs.
I ran over to her vulnerable frame and took her limp, exhausted body into my arms, protecting her in a tight embrace. I felt the blood stain my shirt as it seeped through the fabric of her jumper, but ignored it as I rocked her shaken figure back and forth.
oh my angel
I said as I brushed strands of hair behind her ears.
why.. why would you do this...
All I could hear was whimpers and sniffles coming from her, tilting her chin up to look at me.
I'm here... I'm here...
I say softly and I hold her face in my cold hands.
May I?
I ask as I hold the end of her sleeve, when she nods I slowly pull it up, my eyes widening and my throst strangling me as the deep cuts were revealed.
your pov:
as he rolled up the sleve guilt drowned me.. I felt sick as I saw how deep the cuts were, and the terror on my father's face. My head felt faint and the blood continued to stream down my arm.. the last thing I saw was the corner of my eyes bluring black and myself falling into my fathers tense arms.
The next time I woke up, bright lights of the healers room pieced through my eyes, my head was pounding and everything was spinning in parades of colour and movement. my eyes trailed off to my arms which were bandaged, underneath I could feel the stitched that were sown through my wounded skin. To my left there was a moniter and my iron levels, they were life threateningly low, also told by my exhaustion, pale colour and excruciating headache. Then my eyes landed on my father, he was sat asleep on a chair infront of me, in the same clothes he was in the night it happened... however I had no clue how long ago that was. As he felt my consciousness he woke and rushed to my side.
are you alright princess?
he asked, his worry stabbing my heart. I nodded weakly and gave him a soft smile as he ran his hands through my hair.
you're safe.. you're going to be okay... I'm here I promise. Angel please come to me before you ever do anything like this... no matter what I am doing you come to me and I can help you.. I know what it's like.. I've been close to where you are and darling I cannot bare to loose you. I love you.
His voice broke and he clung onto me as to never let me go.
I knew then that I was safe with him.. but I had alot to question for once better.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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f1nchl0cke · 1 month
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ough i forgot i had tumblr
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