And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand

And I’m frozen with joy, right where I stand

-Going to Georgia, The Mountain Goats

Godddd, can’t stop drawing these jerks.

Sherlock and Joan

EarlFoolish mentioned there wasn’t much fem!John/fem!Sherlock porn, and I realized that was right, and that was terrible. But I’m on it.

Haha, I think this is the first thing of full on porn I’ve ever posted online, but I’m an adult now, I can make my own bad decisions. And every time I post something a bit risque I have this thought “I’ve just ruined my chance to run for public office.” But then I remember I don’t want to anyway.

reapersun:

>draw silly kissing comic

>suddenly tumblr drama over silly sherlock fans

>lolyesssssssssthatsmecomeatmebro

alltheroads: Can you draw how you think John and Sherlock’s first kiss went?
canibethegirlthatyoumet: Could you draw more Sherlock and John kissing and such in public places?
cuncumberbatch: Pleeeaaase, more John/Sherlock kissing!!! :’)

Am I the only one who is strangely reminded of Calvin and Hobbes? Which is ridonk cute but also confusing…

(via fyeahsherlockandjohn)

sigtryggr:

The room was balmy, both from the heat of the fifty or so bodies pressed inside, and from the poor ventilation that gave the air a stuffy quality. The thick crimson velvet dress I wore and corset I barely fit into only furthered my difficulties breathing; the memory of an overcrowded medical tent came back to me, overwhelming my senses. The air felt thick with blood, sweat, chemicals and bodily fluids. I felt I might gag.

I found a dark corner of the room, next to a small table heaped with confectioneries of every sort, and tried to breathe. I looked about the room. Adler was no-where in sight, having gone off to converse with an aged naval captain whom she insisted knew vital information about Desblanc’s weapons dealings. I percieved that same captain in the other corner, alone now that Adler had presumably rung all the necessary information out of him. Behind him stood a group of four young dandies, huddled together by the enormous tropical plant on the floor. Each man had a lavender handkerchief in his breast pocket and the demeanor of one who knows exactly how much he’ll earn when his father passes. As I watched them, one of them felt my gaze and looked up at me. He nudged his fellows, and soon four pairs of landed eyes were appraising me. I thought I saw a flash of interest in more than one of them.

I looked away. It seemed every man I came across felt he was entitled to something; did these dandies really think I was there to be stared at, to be ogled? An unladylike surge of anger rose in me. I desperately wanted to leave the soireé for the relative comfort of our rooms at Baker Street; I was upset at Adler for putting me through this when none of it was necessary. If we wanted to be rid of the unsavoury Desblanc, I had only to shoot him.

I percieved Desblanc across the room, making his advances toward our recently-bereaved client. He was our objective after all, though Adler would have rather had him in the cell than the grave. I myself wasn’t too particular about that.

Stepping out of the line of sight of my lecherous admirers, I drew my pistol from where I’d secreted it in my sleeve and hid it behind the fan I carried; at least now the gaudy accessory would serve a useful purpose. I was preparing to take aim when an insistent voice spoke at my side.

“Put that away,” Adler whispered, having apparently stolen up to me without my noticing. “I doubt Monsieur Desblanc’s guests would react well were he to suddenly acquire a bullet through the temple.”

“If you so disapprove of my intentions, what alternative course of action would you recommend, my dear Adler?” I hissed back, with rather less heat than I thought she deserved. “We’ve been here for an hour and a half, accomplishing nothing.”

“On the contrary, I have just gotten indispensable evidence from my conversation with the Lord Affley regarding Desblanc’s interactions with the — “

“Yes, and while you’re socialising, Desblanc is molesting our client, completely uninhibited — “

“He will not harm her now, Morstan. Should he succeed in marrying her, he would wait until her brother dies to act against her — “

“What use is there in letting him live?” I replied, eager to kill the scoundrel and be rid of my intolerable costume.

“Who said anything of use? This is a party, my most sincere Morstan. Why can’t you just enjoy yourself for now? If you act rashly, it will undoubtedly upset all of our plans.”

Hooray, it’s a two-for one special! You get an Adler-and-Morstan drawing and an accompanying mini-fic! Adler’s not as sensitive as the Victorians thought ladies ought to be; she just thinks Morstan’s being difficult and uptight. It’ll be pretty awkward when Morstan has to explain to her about her numerous sexual assaults in the Army…

cinnamonpipo:

Sherlock & John:)

(via fyeahsherlockandjohn)

reapersun:

you guys can decide whether this is good end or bad end :C

teenagegallifreyan: Can you draw John rescuing Sherlock from the pool?
supermisu: Watson saving Sherlock from drowning?

Oh my god you guys Oh my god.

I am so into this and sad at the same time I’m might just explode.

(via turnipsandtangerines)

fuckyeahgranadaholmes:

“When I came out of the asylum, the person who collected me was Edward Hardwicke. He took me to an Italian restaurant. I had a pasta and a glass of red wine. He then drove me back to my home where we sat and had a cup of tea. It was Edward Hardwicke. He is one of the loveliest people, and I suppose he is the best friend that any man has ever had….in life. Which is after all how Doyle describes Watson.”

- Jeremy Brett

Their scarves and faces, oh man, why do I have this extreme fondness.

(via prufrocking)

There was a prompt on the kink meme (here) asking for a post-Reichenbach, Empty House scene where John punches Sherlock in the face. Then “suddenly, a whole bunch of mustached gentleman (and a mouse) appear to shake John’s hand and thank him for giving Sherlock Holmes the punch he’s rightfully deserved for over a century.”

It was impossible not to do a doodle of that.

Sherlock and Joan.

The new season hasn’t even started, and the fanarting is already back.

robbicide:

obligatory mug art.jpg

I want to cuddle with this drawing. And the hand is so niceee

EVERYONE IS HAVING FUN WITH HANDCUFFS DON’T LEAVE ME OUT

SURE LUCK SEE SUN TOOOOOO