charcoalmink:

reaill:

letmartyhandlethis:

radiolocked:

jamanddogtags:

holmestucked:

timothy-turner:

reaill:

I’ll just leave this here

I got bored and had a stupid urge yep

tell it like it is sherlock

you forgot to say “i’m” before that statement, honey

saves immediately 

 Perfect!

Someone should make one of John shouting back ‘NOT GAAAAAYYYYY!’ Please? 

YOU ASK
YOU SHALL RECEIVE

this became perfection

THIS KEEPS GETTING BETTER EVERYTIME I SEE IT

I’ll just leave this here

I got bored and had a stupid urge yep

tell it like it is sherlock

reaill:

lazy shading oops

I finished it

after months of holding this sketch off

welp

Sherlock and John are super tsundere ok

reblog for the daytime crowd since this was like 3am aahhahaa

lazy shading oops

I finished it

after months of holding this sketch off

welp

Sherlock and John are super tsundere ok

deathtripp:

jimsnolongeralive:

consultwithmouse:

fuckbees:

Sherlock/John | Illuminated

Oh, this is absolutely beautiful.

so nicely editted together TwT bravo. <3

WAAAAAAAAH

FEELINGS

dreamcreek:

charcoalmink:

#omg the third one #i can’t #WHAT ARE YOU LEANING TOWARD SHERLOCK? #IS IT JOHN’S CROTCH?

AHAHAAHHAHAHA

Sherlock leans forward, contemplating the spread of John’s legs, expression narrow and inquisitive. John’s cheeks are flaming, the entirety of his face flushed red as he glares down at the kneeling man in frustration.

“Good god, Sherlock! It’s not exactly a mystery. You just—” he flails a hand inelegantly in the air, too flustered to really say what he’s thinking.

“Shh,” Sherlock shushes him abruptly. His brows furrow as he shifts forward, knees planted firmly on the hardwood floor. “I need to concentrate, John,” he says sternly, using the same type of voice he uses to order Lestrade around at a crime scene. “I’ve not derived the perfect technique for this yet.”

John huffs loudly in embarrassment, his skin crawling in humiliation. His ankles twitch, feeling the urge to close his close his legs, feeling overwhelmingly exposed. 

“Will you just get on with it! Or— or I can do it myself,” John bursts out. “It doesn’t exactly take skill, Sherlo—” he ends the sentence with a choked sound, jerking violently in his seat as Sherlock winds long, bone-white fingers around the base of John’s erection. Sherlock’s mop of black curls dip forward and a skittering bolt of pleasure runs up John’s spine as he feels the warm-wet slide of the other man’s tongue along the tip.

“John,” Sherlock says with the same put-upon impatience he uses to explain his deductions. “I hardly think you can do this to yourself, even with your impressive physique.”

asdfl;akjdfl; YES

reblogs smut writing casually

spatsula:

goknights:

okay so obviously you guys know I love bromance so of course I’d love BBC Sherlock more than life itself, why did I wait so long to watch it!?

GLKIHJAKDGHBHB OMGMGGMGGGGGG

/SCREAMS