Watson: I have an errand on Oxford Street. Let us go out for some fresh air and a sandwich.
Holmes: I am not hungry.
Watson: We will enjoy the Yuletide decorations. The lights. The shop windows.
Holmes: You are arguing against your case, Watson.
Watson: I insist. Or I shall go alone—but trust me, I will make you pay later.
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There is so much to unpack here. JUST WHAT IS HE IMPLYING?? 🤣
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More Sherlock & Co doodles. Sorry for the image quality.
The boys are high-fiving after a case.
I sort of gave up on the background and making the whole piece clean and neat. I didn't know what I wanted the background to be 100% but I got there in the end and I liked the way it turned out.
I hope you lot enjoy 💛💛💛
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John: Sherlock, I think we have a problem
Sherlock: What, the fire?
John: No, the—wait, what fire?
Sherlock: Forget about it, this sounds more interesting
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Sherlock:*opens the body bag*
John: *shocked because he saw Y/n in a body bag with airpods in her ears*
also John: uhm.. Sherlock, shouldn't the clothes or items related to the corpse be separated?
Sherlock: *groan in frust* Y/n! How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag!
Y/n: *gets up and yawns while stretching her hands and cracking her spine* nice bed ever
John:...
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John: *whispering* He's wearing that damn purple shirt
Sherlock: What did you say?
John: It's a nice day, isn't it?
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Sherlock: Are you sure you want to wear … this?
John: What's wrong with it? Those are my normal clothes.
Sherlock: Exactly.
John: We're just going to have dinner somewhere.
Sherlock: If that's how you talk to all of your dates, it's no wonder that you're still single.
John: Date?
Sherlock: Yes, John, date.
John: We're going on a … date. You and I. Did I miss something? When did we decide to go on a date?
Sherlock: You asked me not four hours ago if we want to have dinner at Angelo's today. I agreed and you said, and I quote, "Great. It's a date."
John: That's a phrase.
Sherlock: I should have known that after your hundreds of attempts to find a wife, agreeing on a date turned into a phrase to you. Stupid, Sherlock.
John: No, I mean it. It's actually a phrase. But we could, if you like. You know, make it a real date.
Sherlock: Is that another phrase?
John: No, that's me asking you out.
Sherlock: For romantic purposes?
John: That's the general idea behind dating.
Sherlock: Fine.
John: Good. That's… good. Great, actually. Just give me a second and I will change in something different.
Sherlock: No need, the first impression is already ruined.
John: Dating you is going to be fun.
Sherlock: Of course. Everything with me is fun.
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In most ships, the most common trope in fanfics is that one of them thinks 'I don't deserve you, you deserve better, i'm too broken' while the other one is like ' i've loved you for years , u have to be blind dumbass'
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Because y’all liked my first one so much…
Greg: Is that a hickey?
Sherlock: What? No! It’s a mosquito bite!
John: Morning, Greg!
Greg: Morning, mosquito.
Edit: ok over 100 notes?? Thank you. Just a reminder I have a Johnlock fic here. Shame on me for advertising.
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yes i know i like that trope bc of some deep psychological trauma crap i do not care it makes me happy why can’t you let me be happy please let me be happy i am depressed individual and i need the fictional characters to get away okay
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Lestrade: What’s the biggest struggle you experience living at 221B?
John: I sometimes wake up in the morning not knowing if the sound I'm hearing is my alarm or the smoke detector
part 1, maybe?
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Sherlock: *makes a deduction about the characteristics of the killer*
Y/n: *looks at Sherlock with a look of love*
Sherlock: *stops when he notices Y/n is silent* What are you doing?
Y/n: *with an expression of falling in love and a sweet smile* You're smart.. I love you.
Sherlock: *stopped responding and looked at Y/n with a blank expression*
John: *sighing* I think you broke him.
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“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking.
Translation-
Holmes (panicking) : Are you okay? You would have died, my dear Watson!
Watson(instead of focusing on his own wound and the trauma of almost getting shot) : Uh... I like your mouth.
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