BEARGGINSHIELD or The Hobbit: There and Bear Again
for inchells who wanted bear bilbo and bear thorin but i don’t know how to draw bears with beards or braids (i’m sorry)
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How awesome would that be if Benedict saw this? Reblog and get the word out!!
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You should have the last two points on weekly reminder.
#also you forgot the fact that i have to put up with you #that should count for extra
I pay you to do that, Moran. Putting up with me is your job.
#add your ego to the equation and we’ve conquered all of asia #and europe probably #add your desire for sex and the world’s gone
No spontaneity?
#well i always did want to change the world #and i think you’ve no high horse to get on about the sex dear #after all #who wants it worse?
Of course, boss. But just to remind you why you keep me around.
I keep you around for the trigger finger, dear. Sex is a bonus.
#is that so? #because at risk of sounding juvenile #that’s not what you said last night
Oh? And here I was under the impression that I was being paid for my skills and that the dirty work was the bonus.
#very juvenile boss #almost as juvenile as you act most of the time
Yes, dear, your skills with a gun.
‘This is my rifle/this is my gun/this is for fighting/this is for fun’.#rude #your mother would be ashamed of you #so very ashamed #tsk tsk tiger
Glad we cleared that up, then.
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“Dad, I’m sorry, I—”
“The headmaster said they found you on the rooftop! What have I told you about heights, Hal?”
“But, Dad, I just wanted to calculate the—”
“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?!”
“John, calm down. Hamish doesn’t understand.”
“Neither do you, Sherlock, so you can bloody well back off!”
“John…”
“NO! He was on a ROOFTOP, for Christ’s sake! He was on the ledge of rooftop, looking down… He was nearly…He…he could have… God, Hal… oh, God…”
“Please stop crying, Daddy! I’ll never do it ever again, I swear! I’m so sorry!”
OHJESUSFUCKNO
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Predictably, I drew this today.
Put wings on ALL the characters!
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I was just casually scrolling down my dash and when I saw this, thought it was John and Sherlock. I lost my shit omg.
O.o
Oh god it took so long for me to realise
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Emptiness
Sebastian arrives back at the house as it’s getting dark. The shaking stopped about an hour ago, as he sat in the same seat as before, without Jim on his lap, his hands in his hair, moaning his name now. It would all be before and after now.
Before the fall and after, now.
He can’t close his eyes for too long because all he sees is blood blossoming and he can’t let his mind wander for too long because all he hears is that awful gunshot and gunshots never haunted him like this before. He can’t stop himself reaching out to the empty seat beside him, as though expecting it to still be warm. He can’t think about work, about tactics, about Jim’s body and what’s happening to it now, about keeping himself safe and hidden and alive, most of all alive. It’s all he can do to make it away.
The house rings with a new kind of silence. It’s not the eeriness before a bomb blast in Afghanistan and it’s not the stillness before a storm in the jungle. It’s the surreality of the deafness after the bomb, the wariness after the storm. The terror after the gunshot.
He can’t stay. The house is full of all the things that were there before, full of the nothings and the might have beens and the worst of all, the should bes. He can see Jim leaning against the kitchen counter, smoothing his hair back in the bathroom mirror, lounging over the arm of the sofa, waiting in the doorway, reaching for him on the bed. He can taste his aftershave and smell his hair product and feel the crispness of white shirts. There’s a speck of blood left on the edge of the bathroom basin and Sebastian doesn’t know whether it’s his or Jim’s and he wishes it still doesn’t matter whose it is because it was always just something to be cleaned up and forgotten and now he doesn’t ever want to forget but he knows he will.
He’ll forget Jim’s real voice, the one he used when he couldn’t think straight for long enough to find the right one. He’ll forget Jim’s eyes and the way they darkened when boredom threatened and danced when amusement loomed. He’ll forget Jim’s hair and how it felt between tightened knuckles, Jim’s hands and their smoothness against his back, Jim’s nails digging in, Jim’s teeth biting, Jim’s wants and desires and needs wrapped around his rib cage like barbed wire and sinking in deeper every time he tugged. It will all go. It will all pass away, with time. Until all he has is this terrible, accusing silence and this aching, longing emptiness.
It’s all emptiness so Sebastian leaves, walks out, dropping the rifle he’s going to get rid of later in the hallway. The streets are just as empty now and he seeks heat and light and noise. He seeks mindless movements and long-learnt lines and a girl whose name he doesn’t know but it doesn’t matter because she laughs at his silence and looks pretty as she steals a sip of the whiskey he needs more than her and because she’s not him, she’s not Jim, she’s not even a substitute for Jim and he knows then that there never will be a substitute for Jim because how could there ever be? He was the best and the brightest and he burned. Nothing will ever even come close.
He goes home with her anyway. Leaves without learning her name. Goes back to the emptiness of the house.
He stands alone with staleness surrounding him and it’s only then that he realises that, with Jim gone, the emptiness is inside him too.
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a weeping angel.
holy shit
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You know what though
Jim’s little diguises - Rich Brook and Jim from IT - have one thing in common:
They’re both total sweethearts.
They both have a gentle demeanor and seem to care about the women they’re fooling. They’re both anxious around Sherlock. They’re both inoffensive and fuckingadorableohmygod.
They both have a heart.
No one is that good of an actor. The one thing you can’t fake is a heart.
If he was heartless, Molly would be dead. She saw Jim’s face, she was a liability. Why didn’t he kill her? He’d heard all Molly’s stories, he knew she was important to Sherlock, if only a little, so why didn’t he kill her? Why didn’t he threaten her with the gunmen during Reichenbach?
I’ll tell you why. Because Molly is lovely and he cared about her. He purposely excluded her from the threat because he didn’t want to hurt her.
Even during their first meeting at the pool, Jim showed an unusual lack of self restraint “THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE DO!”. His face wasn’t blank, it wasn’t a pokerface like Sherlock’s. He was expressive. He was emotive. He was human. Jim has a heart.
I think that on the roof during Reichenbach, Sherlock realised this. He realised that Jim wasn’t acting.
He realised what Jim really wanted: to not be alone; to find someone just like himself; to find someone not-ordinary. Most of all, he wanted that person to be Sherlock.
Sherlock saw the level of frustration and disappointment and, let’s be honest, sadness on Jim’s face when he thought Sherlock was stupid and ordinary, and when he thought Sherlock would jump to save his friends.
That’s how he beat Jim.
The way he asserts himself on Jim, moving right up into his personal space. Think about it. He never does that. He’s attacked people, usually in self defence, but never anything quite so personal, quite so intimidating.
He’s risking John’s life by doing this. He’s risking the lives of all his friends and he doesn’t care. In those moments, Jim is his primary focus.
But then, listen to his voice, listen to the things he is saying.
Ordinary people have hurt Jim, there’s no doubt about that.
Sherlock is telling Jim that he isn’t ‘one of them’. He isn’t ordinary.
Sherlock isn’t being cruel, he’s being gentle.We’re just alike, you and I.
And they are just alike, apart from that one little thing that they don’t have in common:
Sherlock is the good guy who doesn’t have a heart, and it’s his biggest weakness.
Jim is the bad guy who does have a heart, and it’s his greatest tragedy.dgnnjoJ]O9-Qeghi[0gqFH0QvghiGHIO[HQgehioQWEGbj
I LOVE THIS FANDOM AND EVERYONE IN IT.
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((ow. Jim actually having the slightest bit of care for Molly has always been a headcanon of mine but ow.
oh my heart omg
S C R E A M I N G
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That’s what I like about this show. The characters aren’t all completely evil or completely good. Even if Moriarty looks evil, he’s just really really lonely, which then causes him to shut the world out and blow it up.
Just look at his eyes. The way his eyes look at the ground is as if he is dreaming about having somebody in his life. Not a girl, or boy, friend perhaps but maybe just a friend. Somebody he can count on. Like John is for Sherlock. In the platonic sense. Being as cold on the outside as Moriarty you don’t get the chance to make friends. He just wants somebody to understand the real him.
He may look young and attractive but his eyes look so old. Like they are tired of all the terror and all the trouble he causes because he is alone. All alone. He’s been fighting people for so long and he has nobody to show off to. Not even Sherlock because in the end, Sherlock is just an ordinary person. Moriarty has no one. Jim has no one.
I remember his tone of voice from this part and I have to say, it sounds a lot like I do sometimes. Trying to seem strong. Powerful. In charge. When in fact, you aren’t.
Andrew Scott, can I just say, you are an amazing actor, Sir. The amount of emotionality you convey in just … barely even 5 minutes air time. It is perfect. You can send chills up our spines, you can make us laugh and make us curse. Turns out you can also make us feel sorry for your character. That and you bring so much style and elegance to the role.
The best Moriarty I have ever seen. Far above the original. Far above Granada. You, Sir, are brilliant.
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