literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone
So even the eighth Doctor came back before Sherlock
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.
it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
Finally! Pokemon au for Sherlock!
Only took me two months ah hahahahaha
It’s one of the stories I had for that Sherlock au fanbook I’m working on. This thing took so long I had time for a lot of headcanon stuff to develop.
- Sherlock’s inability to form a bond with any pokemon (until Gengar)
- The guy in the photo is Sherlock’s great grand uncle on his mother’s side
- The Holmes family specializes in fire type
- The Gengar’s name used to be Unknown but Sherlock changed it to Bill
- Sherlock has been modifing pokeballs to have a higher capture rate
That’s all I can recall right now. Anyways now I can move on to drawing the rest of that fanbook. Hopefully it’ll be finished before Christmas…orz
Edit: Also there’s no dialogue for this story.
OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD
“It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.”
Oh my god.
It was a test.
OH MY GOD IT WAS A TEST!
IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING TEST!!!!
And John smiled... Oye vey.
People don’t get this. Mycroft isn’t a cold uncaring bastard. He loves his little brother and wanted to make sure that Sherlock’s new flat mate was good enough for him. Mycroft was testing John because he can’t be there to watch over Sherlock. He knew the storm was coming, and he knew Sherlock would need someone trustworthy in his life.
John, I’m here. I’m back. Look at me, John.
this wins the internet, everyone go home
THE FIRST ONE!!!!!
Oh My God. There has to be more to this. Maybe Ben doing Chewbacca?
This seemed like a good idea so
SOMEONE PUT SMAUG THERE
I really tried. Believe me, I really tried not to make another one, to behave, but couldn’t let this one pass. And kelicus asked me to make Smaug one, so… Sorry, this will be the last, I swear.
and here, children, we see the greatest post to ever come out of the Sherlock end-of-hiatus insanity
With a great hiatus comes a great lack of responsibility :D
- For goodness sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government.
- He is the British Government. When he’s not too busy being the British Secret Service or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic.