It’s raining- AT NIGHT
I’ll probably do some other part of this request later
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Sherlock: “Fuck you, Anderson!”
John: “I’m dealing with children..”Draw this again? It’s been just about ten months since the first one. A redrawing with a possible background may come soon
Click for better quality btw.
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This is my interpretation for letsdrawsherlock of Alphonse Mucha’s Girl in a Grainfield and well…. I can say that i am quite happy with how it came out :D I have been seeing alot of Alphone Mucha’s works lately so decided to add my own two cents.
A blonde haired soldier stood at the entrance to the graveyard. In his arms he held a bouquet, a skull, and a ridiculously orange blanket. A very important man who leaned on his umbrella was right behind him and asked, “Why?”. The soldier turned and looked at the man with somber eyes and answered in a soft voice, “Because he gets lonely.”
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Some cuddles for purpleandorangesheep, who won my 100 followers giveaway from long ago! I know it’s not exactly like the excerpt from the fic but you did say you wanted the focus to be on how they were all wrapped around each other. Thank you for being so patient with me!!
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The evolution of John’s blog
WILL HIS TYPING EVER STOP BEING ADORABLY ATROCIOUS AND RAGE INDUCING
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When Sherlock receives a text from Irene at the Christmas party, John just says “Fifty-seven?” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, laid-back John Watson obsessively counted every single text message Irene sent to his flatmate. This is the same guy who can’t remember which one of his last girlfriends owns a dog only a couple of minutes later. Jealousy, much?
Incidentally, that one sonnet which tends to make people think Shakespeare was gay is number fifty-seven. Knowing what a fanboy Gatiss is, it probably isn’t even a coincidence.
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The Johnlock “gold mine”- Just incredible. (via tokillakatniss)
No! You guys! Sonnet 57 could not be more appropriate for John’s relation to Sherlock! Seriously!
SONNET 57
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time* at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Dig that last couplet: “My love for you makes me such an idiot that whatever you want, whatever you do, it’s fine with me.” Mark Gatiss, you sly high-culture dog, you.
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“You’ll come with me to-night?”
“When you like and where you like.”from The Adventure of the Empty House (1903) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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