Sometimes I just sit here and I think about the Merlin fandom and think about how you guys must have got on tumblr right after every episode when it aired and just went crazy and posted about the merthur eyesex and fangirled and reblogged all the gif-sets and edits and audio posts and everything and I started watching Merlin about a month after season 4 was over and I feel like I’ve missed all the fun and I know they’re making another season but I just wish I could have been apart of this fandom since the very beginning oh god i’m rambling i’m sorry oh god
“John, I need you to hold very, very still.”
“Why’s that?”
“I am preparing to kiss you quite passionately.”
“Sherlock, you’re high on something, aren’t you?”
“Only on lust for you, my dearest John Watson”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake… do us a favour and stop reading Molly’s romance novels, okay?”
“May I rip open your bodice, John?”
“I don’t have a fucking bodice!”
I CAN’T EVEN BREATHE
THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER BEEN MADE
Best Johnlock fan video that I’ve seen yet.
What doesn’t this have more views already?!
Apparently I missed the episode that has the 221B in House. They did all this on purpose. I love it!
House is a pseudo-adaptation of Holmes. Drug addiction, deductive skills, Wilson - Watson, 221B is his address, the first episode has a patient named Irene Adler.
:3 *guyswoon over House and Sherlock OTPs*
When Mycroft comes home. Yes.
“Hello, honey. I-“
“Mycroft, I wasn’t…”
“Yes you were, we all know you were. How was your day?” *kisses forehead*
“…Lonely…”
“Being unemployed does that. I told you that you’ll always have a job at my office.”
“For the hundreth time, I’m not going to be your secretary.”
“Look at the positives. We’ll have more time to spend together…so you don’t have to resort to…*looks down* alternatives.”
“…” *blushes* “When can I start?”
“Immediately.” *kiss*
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^ OH MY GUH THAT TAG LOL I saw this on my dash yesterday and never even made the connection asdGsfafssdfdsf
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Not Just Another Heart-Shaped Box
It was 14 February and it was blistering cold. People were holding hands and kissing in doorways, flower stores filled, gift shops bustling and Sherlock felt even more like an alien amoung the commonwealth.
He’s never really understood the whole concept of St. Valentine’s Day. He understood the supposed history, but in a day and age where people could marry practically anyone they wanted, why was this one day dedicated to amour? The card manufactures, the flower salesmen, the sweet store procurers; they were the ones who really loved this day. The people just played along, and pretended they didn’t hate each other so they can feel better about their boring lives.
Under all the logic he put forth to find reasons to despise this day, the truth was, he was just bitter. Never having had someone he could call his Valentine before.
Sherlock came into the flat from checking up on a case at the Yard to find John in an alarmingly hideous jumper. Red, white and pink with hearts and cherubs on it. He was holding something behind his back as he stepped up to the detective.
“Morning.” John said cheerfully, watching Sherlock strip off his coat.
“Morning. What are you wearing?” John rolled his eyes.
“It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Yes, I know, again, I ask, what was you wearing?”
“Sherlock, please, play along, just for a little while. Hold out your hands.” Sherlock stared at John, but when his eyes turned as red as his jumper, he reluctantly held them out.
His smile returned and placed what was behind his back into them.
When Sherlock looked down, he found a red and gold box. It was thin, and light, and smelled of chocolate, tied neatly with a sparkiling ribbon. Again, he felt so alien to all this.
“Why have I been handed this?”
“Open it. I think you’ll like them.” He started untying the ribbon and proceeded to complain.
“John, while I agree that I do enjoy sugary confections, the idea of sentim—” He stopped, having opened the box and seen what was inside. Twelve, anatomically-correct heart-shaped chocolates.
“Do you like them?”
When Sherlock didn’t speak, John continued and point to the chart on the inside of the lid.
“Some of them are filled with cherry stuff, to look like blood.” John’s smile was beaming and Sherlock couldn’t help but smile back.
“This is…amazing, John. Where did you find them?”
“A specialty store. They do all types of weird, romantic gifts. I thought they would be right up your street. And they’re a little reminder.”
Sherlock popped a cream-filled one into him mouth and asked, “Reminder of what?”
“You’ll always have my heart.” Sherlock rolled his eyes and gave John a kiss before taking a cherry one and putting it against his lips.
“And you mine, John.”
“Now, shouldn’t I be getting you something?” He watched John chew the sweet and swallow it down, a drop of red on his lower lip, near the corner of his mouth.
Before John could answer, Sherlock dipped down and cleaned his lips with a sloppy kiss that seemed to make John dizzy.
“Dinner,” John said, blinking back into reality, “sounds nice.”
“I’m not going out with you dressed like that.”
“Well, or course I’m not going to wear this if we go out. I’m not stupid.”
Sherlock wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s shoulders and whispered, “Dinner isn’t for quite awhile. What should we do while we wait?”
John smiled and whispered back.
“That…activity usually comes after dinner, Sherlock. At least today it would.”
“We aren’t usual people are we?”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“No you aren’t.”
“You’re right.” John laughed as Sherlock scooped him up and walked him to the bedroom.
“Now, to get you out of that horrendous jumper.” He shouted, kicking the door closed with his foot.
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Happy Sherlock-Meeting-John Day everyone!
Praise Mike!
*hugs*
SLASHY, THIS IS SO CUTE OHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOD<333
This Is My Jam: This is a Cumbertumblr licence.
If you reblog this post, you officially have a Cumbertumblr.
Well ****, gotta get my license and registration. Don’t wanna get pulled…
reblog if your icon is a sex god from the high heavens
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That time when Benedict may or may not have implied Sherlock was John’s wife in Series 2 during an interview.
Merlin fandom I love you ♥
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