ksmith56:

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Dude this scares the fuck out of me

mu5icliz:

navydream:

reichenbach-zero:

ilegzz:

I wanted to draw Sherlock turned into a little kid and John dragging him everywhere cause he refused to be with anyone else and whenever John is not near he stars wailing so Mrs Hudson made him a John like plushie to keep him entertained…

The things I think sometimes… :/

I had to finish your thought…

When You Think He Can’t See You

The first time John left Sherlock after he’d degenerated back into a child, he returned with a carton of milk a box of Cheerios to find Mrs. Hudson rocking a red-faced, Sherlock, who screamed into the floor.

John dropped the shopping and slid to his knees, thinking the worst; that Sherlock was hurt, or his de-aging painful, or that his tiny bones were twisting and shrinking and killing him slowly…

 But the moment John’s hand pressed through his curls, Sherlock sat up, his eyes wild, red, and wet. His quivering mouth let out a low sound and it was something so pained and inhuman that a child should not have been able to make it. Sherlock’s chubby legs and arms scrambled to become free of Mrs. Hudson’s grasp. He detangled himself from her dress and he lunged for John, his arms wide and face desperate.

The little boy barreled into John’s side, and buried himself in the oatmeal jumper, his body shook with quiet sobs.

John pressed a gentle hand to Sherlock’s tiny back and rested his mouth against the top of his curls. He glanced, wide-eyed at Mrs. Hudson, who had tears in her own eyes.

“The moment he realized you’d left, he just up and went running about!” she put a hand to her mouth. “Started screaming, the poor thing. I couldn’t get him to stop crying. He just kept trying to say your name and he wouldn’t listen to a word I said. I think he thought you’d left for good. That you weren’t coming back…”

Sherlock’s fingers ran over the contours of John’s face, feeling the familiar lines as if he didn’t trust his eyes to tell him that John had definitely returned toBaker Street.

“Hey,” John said softly into the little boy’s ear. “Sherlock, look at me.”

Sherlock shook his head once, stubborn as always, before he peeked up at John from beneath a handful of jumper.

“I promise you that I will always come back, all right?” He smoothed away some tears and snot from Sherlock’s puffy cheeks with his sleeve. “And I always keep my promises.”

Sherlock nuzzled his forehead into John’s hand and breathed in deep.

The next morning John sat at the kitchen table, looking over Mycroft’s impossible notes about Sherlock’s impossible condition when—

“Yoo hoo!” Mrs. Hudson tapped the doorframe. In her hands she carried a small plushie. “Hope you don’t mind, John,” she began, a bit hesitant. “I don’t know if this might help things in the future… had a bit of spare time last night to sew and I… well…” she handed the doll to John.

It was him. Well, a resemblance of him. The doll was a tan material with pink fabric circles for rosy cheeks and gold yarn for hair. Its mouth was wide and smiling and two little blue buttons served as shining eyes. It even wore an oatmeal jumper and jeans.

John blinked at the little doll and then at Mrs. Hudson. “I… don’t understand,” he said.

Mrs. Hudson smiled. “It was a silly idea, really…” she wrung her wrinkled hands. “You can’t be beside him every moment of every day and well…” she glanced down at little Sherlock, who sat at John’s feet, his bright eyes intensely focused on his mobile phone. “He was so upset last night. I just don’t ever want him to feel that alone again.”

John’s chest suddenly felt very tight. He swallowed and smiled up at his landlady. “That’s… that’s brilliant, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

She beamed.

John nudged Sherlock. “Hey, look what Mrs. Hudson’s made for you.” He held the doll out to the boy.

Sherlock took it in his little hands, his brow furrowed. With a look of distaste he dropped the doll and grabbed John’s sleeve instead.

Mrs. Hudson looked a bit hurt.

John opened his mouth to say something when his mobile rang. He picked it up with an apologetic look at the older lady and she waved him off and puttered around, picking up scraps and books.

Before John could even say hello to Mycroft, the eldest Holmes brother barked, “You’re needed at the research lab. There is a car parked outside of 221B. Leave my brother with Mrs. Hudson. I don’t want to risk further exposure to whatever did this to him.”

John could neither confirm nor deny Mycroft’s request because the call ended.

Mrs. Hudson must have recognized the hesitancy on John’s face because she met his gaze and nodded once.

John gulped and got down from his chair to kneel at Sherlock’s level.

Sherlock waved in his face and did not look at him, a silent, but familiar, ‘Not now I’m busy.’ But John prodded his side again, and the little boy looked up at him, annoyed.

“I have to leave again,” John said softly.

Immediately Sherlock threw himself at John, his grey-blue eyes wide and pleading.

John sighed and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his heart. “Hey now, none of that,” John whispered and rubbed Sherlock’s tiny back. “You remember everything always. I promised I would come back. I’m just going for a little while to try to help make you big again and then I’ll come straight home.”

Sherlock shook his curly head and beat a fist against John’s knee.

“Sherlock, I promise.” John insisted and peeled his little form away from John. “You have to be a big boy and let me help you for once, okay?”

He shook his head desperately and John sighed. “Mrs. Hudson will be here and you have this amazing new John doll. See?” He picked up the doll from the floor and gave it to the little boy, only to watch Sherlock throw it across the room.

John smiled at him. “Now you’re just being silly. You be nice to Mrs. Hudson,” he warned and she shooed him off.

John grabbed his coat and when he was almost at the door, Sherlock whimpered and John had to steel himself a moment to walk out the door.

Sherlock screamed when John was out of his sight and John froze, unable to leave. But Sherlock was quickly subdued by Mrs. Hudson’s soothing words. Surprised, John peeked back through the door.

Sherlock sat at Mrs. Hudson’s feet, wrapped up in one of John’s freshly laundered jumpers. His rosy tear-stained cheeks were pressed into the plushie John doll. The little boy sniffed, closed his eyes, and buried his red nose into the doll’s yarn hair.

John’s heart clenched and his eyes began to sting. He ran a hand over his face as he watched Sherlock babble into the doll’s ear and press his mouth to the fabric cheek in what was unmistakably, a kiss.

John was entirely tempted to walk back into the sitting room and pick up the little boy, who cradled his John doll, and never let him go, but John would be back. He promised Sherlock, and John would always come back to him.

OH MY GOD, GUYS….GUUUUUUUUYS!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! I FUCKING CRIED!

thank you♥

I’m so glad this is coming back

I DECIDED TO WATCH THE FIRST FEW SEASONS OF SUPERNATURAL OVER AGAIN AND I’M ONLY 54 SECONDS INTO THE PILOT WITH TEARS STARTING TO FORM

wafflability:

adambutton:

santaruby:

who is Gatsby’s least favorite superhero?

Deadpool

Who’s his favourite?

Green Lantern

Oh my god

cumbermums:

The power, the passion…the hair! x

bakerstreetsdoctor:

durch-artist-wannabe:

hughbambi:

GQ 2009.03 - Hugh Dancy

GQ 2013.07 - Mads Mikkelsen

by Nathaniel Goldberg

Hot guys in suits <3

Oh god.

A Hobbit’s Tale - singing Blunt the Knives (x)

cumberbatchcoffeeklatch:

cumbertrekky:

sherlockgraham:

_(x)

The hair is perfection.

It’s all perfection

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

thisisbud:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

thistechgirlisonfire:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

Sh*t, it’s 2am, I meant to go to Bed Several Hours Ago: An Autobiography

Oops, It’s 4am, I Should Probably Go to Bed: A Memoir.

Bloody Hell, Is that the Sunrise?: A Thrilling Conclusion to the Trilogy of Regret

Fuck it, I’ll Just Attempt to Stay Up ‘Till Sundown: A Spin-Off 

What Fucking Day Is It Anymore?: The Movie Adaptation

doglordshygriff:

ignorant people make me really really angry im going to post dogs so im not angry

haha look at that dog look at his face

cumberbabemuffin:

I want to be like water

If Sherlock ever met me

enerjax:

“WHOA whoa whoa here, whoa here, my ‘awesomepants’ are very much Union Jack”

[x]

enerjax:

BreakLock~!

A well deserved break for the Sherlock cast and crew [x]