Aurora Boreali

Collecting shiny pretty things.

mojoflower:

kayjaykayme:

Here is my entry into the latest Let’s draw Sherlock!   It is after French Painter Charles Van Loo ‘s painting “Jupiter and Antiope:” circa 1753.

So I could literally keep this and fuss over it for days but I think it is done.  It is a digital painting done in MS Paint.  With one cut and past gun, (couldn’t get it detailed enough.) So hope you like it!

KJK, you blow my mind.  I LOVE this.  And I love that instead of that rather creepy old goat leer, you’ve got Sherlock (or… Faunlock!) being tender and riveted.  Gorgeous.

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bakerstreetbabes:

The Wallpapers of Sherlock

This has like, 9,000 notes. We are dedicated people.

Blown Wide Lestrade raises his glass and shouts over the din. “To getting a nasty piece of work off the streets.” “Here, here.”  John agrees.  Smiling over his brimming pint he adds, “To that which doesn’t kill us.” Odd toast.   A soldier thing, Lestrade reckons.     With a clink and a cheers John drains his glass, licks the foam from his lip, gives a leonine stretch of his shoulders, and smiles.  A man, content.   A large bruise, purple and swollen, hangs over John’s left cheek.  Two fingers of his right hand are splinted.  And although his outfit shows no trace of smoke or fire, Lestrade saw the one they cut off him at hospital.  Only minor burns, thank god.  That which doesn’t kill him… To most it would have been a nightmare, being locked inside an exploding chemical factory.  How that metal desk they found him under survived… Don’t make ‘em like that anymore.  Sherlock had gotten there first, minutes before Lestrade.  Two men alone in a sea of rubble.  Sherlock’s hands, ungloved, tracing the lines of John’s broken fingers, cold grey eyes blown soft and wide with worry.    John’s voice:   It’s OK.  In my coat…blueprints.  I got them.  It’s OK. That which doesn’t kill him… The pub door opens.  Sherlock steps through, stealing John’s gaze, reclaiming it.      The door closes with a bang.

Blown Wide

Lestrade raises his glass and shouts over the din.

“To getting a nasty piece of work off the streets.”

“Here, here.”  John agrees.  Smiling over his brimming pint he adds, “To that which doesn’t kill us.”

Odd toast.   A soldier thing, Lestrade reckons.    

With a clink and a cheers John drains his glass, licks the foam from his lip, gives a leonine stretch of his shoulders, and smiles.  A man, content.  

A large bruise, purple and swollen, hangs over John’s left cheek.  Two fingers of his right hand are splinted.  And although his outfit shows no trace of smoke or fire, Lestrade saw the one they cut off him at hospital.  Only minor burns, thank god. 

That which doesn’t kill him…

To most it would have been a nightmare, being locked inside an exploding chemical factory.  How that metal desk they found him under survived… Don’t make ‘em like that anymore. 

Sherlock had gotten there first, minutes before Lestrade. 

Two men alone in a sea of rubble.  Sherlock’s hands, ungloved, tracing the lines of John’s broken fingers, cold grey eyes blown soft and wide with worry.   

John’s voice:   It’s OK.  In my coat…blueprints.  I got them.  It’s OK.

That which doesn’t kill him…

The pub door opens.  Sherlock steps through, stealing John’s gaze, reclaiming it.     

The door closes with a bang.

Confession

I often imagine that Molly has a sister.   And I imagine that this sister of Molly’s knew Sherlock and was sweet on him back-in-the-day. 

Why?  So she can say to Sherlock: 

Ever since you met my sister Molly you’ve been cold to me and hot tamale to Molly.

I did say it was a confession.

Feeling slightly offended

roane72:

sherlockspeare:

Some rambling about a certain article

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Seriously, what the ACTUAL fuck. This asshole is supposed to be funny, and well… he’s not. Sherlockspeare, you’re awesome, and everybody knows it.

OK.  That was not an article.  I was neither informed nor entertained.  That was the snarky opinion of some guy named Chris.  If he said that stuff at a party, most people would tell him to stop harshing on other people’s joy and to get a life.  Well, at least I would.  Sherlockspeare is awesome.  Chris, on the other hand, seems like a bit of a douche.

sherlockedwithasonic:

tardismyoldgirl:

tennants-hair:

tardis-mind-palace:

doctor-john-with-trenchcoat:

bakerstreetbabes:

Always reblog the no-look pass.

Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that.

No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything.

Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground.

nice to meet you satan

Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there.

One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound.

“Hello, John.”

YOU MADE IT BETTER

YOU SOOTHED THE WOUND

(Source: ughbenedict, via mazarin221b)

Rewatched Scandal.  I adore the Christmas party scene—so much going on.  I keep dwelling on Molly’s remark that Sherlock had been complaining about John spending Christmas with his sister rather than with him (implied).   I’m guessing that’s why Sherlock went after his guests and tried to spoil their Christmases.  Also, it was interesting to learn that Sherlock talks to Molly about personal matters (John).   Molly can be quite insightful about people, but at other times she’s totally clueless.  I’d give a penny for her thoughts about John and Sherlock’s relationship.

Rewatched Scandal.  I adore the Christmas party scene—so much going on. 

I keep dwelling on Molly’s remark that Sherlock had been complaining about John spending Christmas with his sister rather than with him (implied).   I’m guessing that’s why Sherlock went after his guests and tried to spoil their Christmases.  Also, it was interesting to learn that Sherlock talks to Molly about personal matters (John).   Molly can be quite insightful about people, but at other times she’s totally clueless.  I’d give a penny for her thoughts about John and Sherlock’s relationship.