Tenacious
REC: Heart on a String 
~ by AngelSpirit
It begins when they are both seven years old and John and Sherlock decide to get married to each other…
This is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever read.

REC: Heart on a String 

~ by AngelSpirit

It begins when they are both seven years old and John and Sherlock decide to get married to each other…

This is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever read.
blackmorgan:

Frozen- Elock-Sherlsa by ymymy

I don’t even know what to do with the glory of these.

tastefullyoffensive:

Goat GIFs [x]

That Holmes Guy

"You do it."

"I did it once. I won’t do it again."

"Well I learned from your mistake and I’m not doing it.

"Someone has to go in there and—"

"Fucking bloody hell, I’ll do it you spoiled babies."

John Watson went chin down and stomping toward room 12. You try doctoring when it’s actually hard, you poncy gits. John didn’t say that, wouldn’t say it any of the times his colleagues complained about a patient. Neither of them had served, neither had put a soldier back together to a soundtrack of moaning because the morphine was running out and most of the oxycodone had again “disappeared.”

They’d grown used to easy consults, deferential families, to nurses smart enough to protect their egos. They’d forgotten that when people were hurt they lashed out and hurt. It didn’t make them bad, it made them human.

Sure he’d heard about this Holmes guy, another poncy git if the stories were true, a mouthy man who’d second-guess every diagnosis, argue the placement of a plaster each time he came in bruised and bleeding. The thing is, when John asked why the man was in hospital so often his idiot colleagues couldn’t tell him.

John opened 12 quietly.

The patient—sitting up in bed, eyes closed, both hands elegantly gesturing as if placing small things just so—stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes, and then his mouth.

"I used to do something like that in med school, write formula and mnemonics in the air. It helped me remember. My girlfriend said I looked like I was having seizures. Yours looks more graceful."

The man closed his mouth on words unsaid, and nearly smiled.

"Are you going to take your pain meds?"

The man shook his head no.

"Is there a reason?"

The man shook his head yes.

"Okay. Well you got it pretty bad with that cricket bat and I know you hurt like a bastard right now. Is there a way I can help with the pain?"

The man smiled for real this time.

The desert taught John how to be the kind of doctor he wanted most to be. Taught him about the part of the Hippocratic oath that said warmth and sympathy were as important as the surgeon’s knife, the chemist’s drug…or his own damned ego.

So for the next twenty minutes John offered the warmth of his attention and the sympathy of his regard. An hour later, he shared a spare five minutes. Then later another ten. And when John was off for the night he pulled a chair up beside the man’s bed and listened to him talk, and sometimes John said “amazing,” and sometimes “incredible,” and when John said, “I need a flatmate,” the man was unsurprised to hear himself say yes.

It was the first time that ‘the Holmes guy’ would say yes to the army doctor, but it wouldn’t be the last. Though he does still argue about the god damn plasters.

 Previous: Forgettable

Medeia456 said maybe they could meet when Sherlock was vulnerable, perhaps a hospital. Why I felt we would hear none of Sherlock’s words I don’t know… By the way, these (and other stories) is published on AO3 if you care to follow me there.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

[ARE THOSE PASTEL CHEVRON TIGHTS WITH SOME SORT OF CLUNKY ORTHOPEDIC SHOE?]
{MORE IMPORTANTLY, HAS SHE EVER HEARD OF SHAMPOO?}
[THAT WHOLE OUTFIT IS AN ABOMINATION. IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TRIED TO SMOTHER A FIRE MADE OF CLASHING PATTERNS WITH A BLANKET MADE OF NORTH FACE.]
{THE GREASE FROM HER HAIR APPEARS TO BE MAKING A WATERPROOF COATING ON THAT JACKET. LIKE WAXING COTTON, ONLY HORRIBLE.}
[I SWEAR THERE’S SOME SORT OF HEMP SHAWL IN THERE TOO.]
{ARE YOU SURE IT’S NOT JUST MORE MATTED HAIR?}
[IF WE WEREN’T LIMITED TO TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION I’D CALL SOMEONE TO COME AND PUT A STOP TO THIS.]
{IT’S LIKE SHE CAN’T EVEN FEEL HER OWN HAIR. HOW CAN YOU NOT FEEL TENTACLES? THICK WEIRD TENTACLES.}

“IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TRIED TO SMOTHER A FIRE MADE OF CLASHING PATTERNS WITH A BLANKET MADE OF NORTH FACE.”
*Flaps hands uselessly* That is what my adoration looks like right now.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

[ARE THOSE PASTEL CHEVRON TIGHTS WITH SOME SORT OF CLUNKY ORTHOPEDIC SHOE?]

{MORE IMPORTANTLY, HAS SHE EVER HEARD OF SHAMPOO?}

[THAT WHOLE OUTFIT IS AN ABOMINATION. IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TRIED TO SMOTHER A FIRE MADE OF CLASHING PATTERNS WITH A BLANKET MADE OF NORTH FACE.]

{THE GREASE FROM HER HAIR APPEARS TO BE MAKING A WATERPROOF COATING ON THAT JACKET. LIKE WAXING COTTON, ONLY HORRIBLE.}

[I SWEAR THERE’S SOME SORT OF HEMP SHAWL IN THERE TOO.]

{ARE YOU SURE IT’S NOT JUST MORE MATTED HAIR?}

[IF WE WEREN’T LIMITED TO TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION I’D CALL SOMEONE TO COME AND PUT A STOP TO THIS.]

{IT’S LIKE SHE CAN’T EVEN FEEL HER OWN HAIR. HOW CAN YOU NOT FEEL TENTACLES? THICK WEIRD TENTACLES.}

IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TRIED TO SMOTHER A FIRE MADE OF CLASHING PATTERNS WITH A BLANKET MADE OF NORTH FACE.”

*Flaps hands uselessly* That is what my adoration looks like right now.

I love the drama queen response to being called a drama queen. And then I adore that he turns right around and says John’s one too. Mary: “I know.”

mid0nz:

Minutiae (Or 156 Things I Know About You)

Summary:

It’s an anomaly of the human spirit that sometimes the deeper the pain the more silent the sufferer. By the same note the greater the relief, the weaker the ability to express it. So John showed Sherlock how to express it…

Notes:

This particular chapter of Minutiae is for the unbelievably patient Mid0nz who, for her Tumblr auction win, requested that I write a bit about John’s later-in-life cancer scare, as mentioned in Things Found When Unpacking, chapter 10 of Bits, Pieces, and Drabbles. Though perhaps the seriousness of this entry reads as a Minutiae finale, it emphatically is not. I already have ten more Minutiae chapters written and they’ve got to go somewhere…
-Atlin Merrick

Hey everyone! Atlin Merrick wrote me a thing!!!!!!!!!!!! A most beautiful thing. If you know her writing as well as I do, you’ll have noticed that she’s posting very special work of late. She’s a masterful writer at the top of her game. This work is especially special because her John and Sherlock are mature— yes, mature in both senses of the word that immediately come to mind. They’re older than you’re accustomed to. The depth of feeling that radiates from them, how they cope, how they don’t makes them Atlin’s John and Sherlock. It should be no surprise that the secret to their immortality lies in their minutiae: the little ruptures, observations, the little gestures, healings. These snapshots tell a story as profound as any book-length plot. Yes, she’s that good. This work is 50, I said FIFTY chapters of THAT. DAMN. GOOD. 

How good? With Atlin Merrick’s fic word count means bupkis. I know you do it because I do it too, search for fics to read based on the length of them. She has plenty of long fics, mind, but what I want to tell you is this: read her slowly. Let every word sound in your head. Let every image draw itself before you. Take your time. No rush. Let yourself FEEL these characters we love so much. There’s nothing she writes that isn’t smart. The wit of her prose is its own reward. And there is so much love, so much love in her art. 

I also want to tell you that I learn things, important things from Atlin Merrick. I learn about how to deal with my Very Big Emotions from Atlin. This Time No (Forgiveness), for example, taught me what I didn’t know that I didn’t know about the act of forgiving— no, not (just) forgiving those who trespass against me, but forgiving myself for my trespasses against others, especially those most dear to me. The enormity of my own worst decisions has so often been made small by their grace. 

Speaking of… thank you Wendy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for Atlin and her companions, for Rory and the girls (all four), for calamitous cakes at the Criterion and moonlight shenanigans in Regent’s and henna and skulls and for your John and for your Sherlock and the gratifying length (ahem) of their nuptials and the multitude of their first acquaintances. And for, and for, and for… Thank you for your own gracious heart. And your fire. Don’t ever forget your fire! I will not. 

Reblogging when no one’s looking so that I always know where to find this. Thank you Mid0nz, for this beauty.

British Rowing Team Poses Naked to Help Fight Homophobia. (x)

From the BBC “Timeshift” documentary. The…smile?…at the end gets me. That is one of Sherlock’s ‘smiles.’ It is not necessarily a good thing.

veggiezombiex:

Really awesome photos-from-above-England!

You always find such lovely things, Veggiezombiex!

REC: The Wolf Bird 

~ by Okapi

The raven tilted its head back and forth and sat on the nest, chirping to the skull, pushing a round rock back and forth with its beak.

The wolf closed her eyes pondered all the changes the day had brought..

(An entirely different John and Sherlock…)

professorfangirl:

nookienostradamus:

Fernando is fresh and FIERCE for Spring!

FINALLY a flowering skeleton for my blog.

professorfangirl:

nookienostradamus:

Fernando is fresh and FIERCE for Spring!

FINALLY a flowering skeleton for my blog.

Fic:  Minutiae 

It’s an anomaly of the human spirit that sometimes the deeper the pain the more silent the sufferer. By the same note the greater the relief, the weaker the ability to express it.

So John showed Sherlock how to express it…
(PG)
  ~ Read more: AO3 | LJ | FF

Fic: Minutiae

It’s an anomaly of the human spirit that sometimes the deeper the pain the more silent the sufferer. By the same note the greater the relief, the weaker the ability to express it.

So John showed Sherlock how to express it…

(PG)

  ~ Read more: AO3 | LJ | FF

Note dates: October 2014 to April 2015. Tickets on sale now.
Museum of London, 150 London Wall, London EC2Y 5HN
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Note dates: October 2014 to April 2015. Tickets on sale now.

Museum of London, 150 London Wall, London EC2Y 5HN

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