
My contribution to the post-reichenbach Sherlock fanart…
For Martin Freeman, whose acting is flawless.
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“One more thing.”
John wasn’t the type to cry. He never had been.
It was only after the funeral, standing alone in front of Sherlock’s grave that he let his eyes fill with tears, determinedly blinking them back as he spoke to a man he knew wasn’t there.
“…One more miracle, Sherlock. For me…”
He stayed only a moment longer, just enough to force himself to walk away. Mrs Hudson was waiting, and it was time to go home.
The flat wasn’t as animated as it usually was, but just as unwelcoming as it always had been, various experiments and parts of furniture scattered over the floor, across tables, against walls. He’d have to clear it eventually, but he could work on that in the morning. For now—
A quiet sigh left his lips as he slumped back into his armchair and let his eyes slowly drift shut. If he let his mind go, he could imagine that Sherlock was still here. He could hear the soft tinkling of agar plates and microscope slides, of a melancholy tune being slowly developed, re-written several times, or the occasional order thrown at him from the kitchen, gradually being encroached on by Sherlock’s experiments.
He could smell distilled ethanol, and gas, and chemicals with safety profiles Sherlock had probably ignored. And the musk of wet carpet was overwhelming, indicating that it hadn’t been long since Sherlock spilt something onto it. He could see Sherlock fidgeting, lazing, rushing about, silk dressing gown fluttering along behind him, voicing various questions he’d expect John to answer as he passed by— “Typical ALT range in severe liver failure? Thought so.”
It brought a smile to John’s lips. There was a warmness to the flat that hadn’t left when Sherlock had, and John was thankful for that.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was met with the quiet stillness of the flat, and the dim glow of the streetlight outside the window. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, but somehow, the warmth that radiated though his body gave him a glimmer of hope.
“Don’t be dead.”
Good night, little pirate prince.
This one’s for devsfan55, who requested Mycroft reading to Sherlock.
I’m sorry these requests are taking so long! I have a couple more to do from months ago
“Congratulations to Ian Monkford on his relocation to Columbia”

take a deep breath
Thinking of doing Let’s Draw Sherlock project, but no ideas about classical works. /o\
Anyone got any ideas of famous classical paintings or the like that I could possibly SHERLOCK-IFY?
#the moments where tony is alone with himself in the movies are honestly the most poignant and the most telling #like that gif of the scene where he looks up and says ‘got any more bad ideas?’ #it’s like every time he looks at himself that’s what he’s saying #’what else can i do to fuck everything up’ #and then he goes out and smiles for everyone #because he’s tony motherfucking stark and he can’t be anything but that

andrew scott can pull off any role, and he has the tendency to break my heart with his work. everything I’ve seen him do is never short of breath taking. every character he plays is just spot on. he’s an incredibly talented actor with such passion and truthfulness who can make me laugh just as much as make me cry. watching him act is like music to my ears. there’s nowhere to go but up for him.
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Grammar is important. Don’t split your infinitives. [x]
