Desk lamp: “Soup du jour, hot hors d’oeuvre,
Why, we only live to serve,
Try the grey stuff; It’s delicious!
Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!
They can sing! They can dance!
After all, John, this is—-“
John: ”SHERLOCK!!! WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY COFFEE??”
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A few hours later… (when the hallucinations have really taken hold):
John would make a terrifying Disney princess…
I imagine this is how Sherlock would die if Molly was Moran.
Yes, I’m on a Maroon 5 high.
Um… so this song came up on my playlist while I was working and I couldn’t help myself…
What can I say? John’s been preparing for this moment for three years.
Hey… remember this kid!Sherlock & kid!John animation thing from way back when?
Weeeell, I’m way too lazy to finish it so I’m going to write a fic instead. I guess this is a spoiler in a way… but I mean, you all knew it was going to end badly (what with the “UP” theme song and everything). I won’t explain too much. You’ll have to wait for the fic. But hey, at least you know it’s an angst-filled kidlock story……. and can avoid it if you still want to keep your heart intact.
And the tears come streaming down your face,
When you lose something you can’t replace,
When you love someone but it goes to waste,
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Lol. This was supposed to be cleaner and more elaborate but I got really lazy. Sorry for the crap art!
From that day forth, Sherlock never saw opera the same way again.
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Heh. I hope some of you are nerdy enough to know which opera I’m referring to here.
I’ve been listening to Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute) all day during work and I kept picturing Mycroft as the Queen of the Night…
I don’t know why I find Mycroft in drag so plausible (and amusing) but I do. Besides, nonsensical pictures are forgivable on April Fool’s Day.
I realized halfway through that this really wasn’t all that funny…
But here’s the story anyhow: So, I was walking to the subway after work when I was accosted by an old British lady who somewhat resembled Mrs. Hudson and since (1) I’ve been in the habit of turning up my coat collar in windy weather, (2) I wore a blue scarf today, and (3) I passed by a red tour bus that greatly reminded me of London, all of these things compounded upon themselves in my grievously nerdy mind and I found myself imagining for a brief second—-
“To be gorgeous and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely, all you have to do is to believe that one is gorgeous and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely. And I believe it of myself, tremulously at first and then with mounting heat and passion because, stopping off for a second to be super again, I’m so often told it.” — Stephen Fry
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Mycroft is lovely, “in a fluffy, moist kind of a way.”
My heart no longer aches.
My tears no longer sting.
My ears ring with a deafening silence,
and it echoes through my hollowed chest.
This is the only thing that is worse than feeling:
This is feeling nothing.
For anyone who has had a major heartbreak, you’d probably understand this kind of “numbness” after all the pain. It happens. The heart can only take so much before you just stop feeling all-together. I imagine John would lapse into such a numbness after so many years of mourning.
This is for Reapersun’s “Let’s Draw Sherlock” collab. Lol, wonder if this is an acceptable take on the prompt. Sorry, I can’t help drawing more Reichenbach stuff. What can I say? My creativity feeds off tragedy.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now.
- “Airplanes” by B.o.B.
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Sorry, this is a really half-assed WIP. I got lazy and need to go out for a bit so I’ll finish this later.
So here’s the deal with this pic:
In this Wholock AU, John decides to build his own replica of the Tardis and sits in it every night, wishing the Doctor would come to help him find and save Sherlock from the Fall.
When it’s all done, this picture is going to go in the Tardis on my blog so it’ll make more sense later (see current theme).
Also, Sherlock will look more like a ghost in the finished picture.
Crossover AU in which Lestrade becomes stranded in the past, meets the doctor, assumes the pseudonym “John Riddell” and …well…you know the rest (I won’t spoil the new DW episode if you still haven’t watched it).
The postcard reads:
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Hello everyone,
So, I’m having quite a jolly good time as John Riddell! Picked up a lady friend today—someone you all may have heard of… She goes by “Neffie.”
P.S. Anderson, guess who’s got a pet dinosaur!
-G. Lestrade
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This is just a quick doodle before bed. Tomorrow, I’ll draw a lot more stuff for the dinosaur DW ep. And just in case anyone hasn’t seen it yet, I’ll tag these with “spoiler” (River would be proud ;D)
They say that smell is the strongest sense,
When it comes to memories…
But it hurts too much to remember.
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Here, have some Sherlock angst :> Been too long.
EDIT: Whoops! Sorry for the repost. I wanted the picture to show in full size so I had to separate it into two images. Stupid tumblr.
Here. Have some Avengerlock!
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Ok so it’s been a looooooong while! I’m so sorry, guys, and thank you to all who are still following me (lol). So, here’s what I’ve been doing: job hunting, job hunting, eating, sleeping, and more …job hunting. (sigh)
But yus, I’m back! I won’t be posting as much as before but I’ll try to post at least once a month.
aaaaand… stay tuned for more Avengerlock! :> Is that still a thing? Was it ever a thing? Haha, well, whatever. I’m out of ideas and too brain dead from job hunting to care. First time in a long time that I’m idea-blocked.
(btw if anyone has requests or suggestions, feel free to drop me a note and maybe I’ll get inspired or something)
