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not unlike clouds
He opened his eyes, cotton-mouthed and gasping on the floor. His limbs were leaden, slow to respond. Â
 Sherlock was crouched over him, warm palm cupping his cheek, the tips of his long fingers just barely brushing against the hair at his temple. His other hand was up against Johnâs neck, a light pressure, measuring his pulse.
 John worked his jaw, struggled for words. He tipped his head to the side. His vision swam.
 The red rug was scratchy under his cheek. There was grit caught in the fibres, little bits of dirt and gravel. Sherlock could probably identify where it had all come from, could map his steps through London by the dirt heâd left behind.
 He blinked once, hard, struggled to focus. The room was very bright. There were clouds behind Sherlock, grey clouds, thick and rolling along the far wall.
 No. Not rolling. Static. Patterned. Wallpaper.
 "Wind,â he said, because it seemed important. His voice was slurred, his tongue heavy and sluggish in his mouth. âEast wind.â
 Sherlockâs grip tightened on him. He slipped his hand from Johnâs pulse point to brace against his back, helped him to sit up. The room righted itself with some reluctance.
 John shifted, groaning a little bit, frowning as his hand pressed up against something sharp. Glass. Broken glass all around, a jagged mosaic surrounding him on the floor, and the ugly red rug seeping out beneath him like a bloodstain.
 The chair was tipped on its side, one cool metal leg pressed against his right arm.
 There was a breeze. The sound of birds, of light traffic. John turned his head, slowly, and looked at the sliding glass door.
 It had been shattered. Knocked half off of the frame.
 Well, that explained the glass on the floor.
 Sherlock still had not spoken. His eyes were quite wide. There were tiny cuts on his hands, thin rivulets of blood where the glass had bitten. He hadnât wiped it away.
 His hands were shaking.
 There was a pink line just over his left eyebrow, new skin, freshly healed. Barely noticeable.
 John had put that line there. So. He noticed it.
 The silence had grown heavy, strange. Sherlockâs face was pinched in a way that John could not recall ever haven seen before. He was not wearing his coat, nor his suit jacket. He did not typically go out in just his shirtsleeves, even in warm weather.
 John craned his neck, found the coat and jacket on the ground, tossed aside. A hasty, careless pile. Not at all the way Sherlock normally treated his clothes. John stared. Sherlockâs gloves were slumped lifelessly by the door. They were torn, dark and wet at the edges of the frayed leather.
 He looked again at Sherlockâs hands, at the blood smeared on his knuckles.
 "Iâm not dead,â John said, just to have something to say. "That'sâsurprising.â His throat was dry, and his voice emerged graveled and hoarse. It seemed very loud in the close stillness that had enveloped them.
 Sherlockâs right hand went back to his pulse point, smoothing along the skin at his neck. His fingers quested, stilled as they found their target. His eyes did not leave Johnâs. He shook his head, once, slowly.
 "Sherlock,â John said. "Youâre scaring me, a bit, now.â
 Sherlock blinked. Paused. Blinked again. His grip tightened, released. Life crept back into his face, his eyelids fluttering. He drew a breath.
 "This was in your neck,â Sherlock said. His voice was very quiet. He lifted something from the floor, pinched between his fingers. A dart.
 "She shot me,â John said. She had been holding a gun. A real gun. Of that, he was certain.
Sherlock jerked his head in the direction of the toppled chair. John shifted, craned his neck.
 There were two singed holes in the chair back, the white leather curling outward. Someone (Eurus) had taken a knife to it, had split the fabric in a jagged grin beneath the holes, a grotesque parody of the smiling face on the wall in 221B. Chair stuffing poked through, soft and gauzy, not unlike clouds.
I found this gem searching for works by its author who I found on AO3 in the BBCÂ âSherlockâ for Canon Addicts collection. There is more to explore, and Iâm planning to do just that.
you can take one manâs trash to another manâs treasure but you canât make it drink
Fun fact: the blending of idioms or cliches is called a malaphor.
My personal favorite is âWeâll burn that bridge when we get to it.â
Iâm rather fond of âItâs not rocket surgeryâ and ânot the sharpest egg in the attic,â but my all-time favourite is, ââŚuntil the cows freeze over.â
Youâve opened this can of worms, now lie in it,
My old boss was extremely prone to these. Each one would sort of beget more, like the time she said, âThereâs too many cooks in the pot,â followed a few minutes later by, âHeâs got his fingers in too many cooks.â
I worked with a man for years who said at least once a day "Correct me if I'm not wrong..." without a clue that he was saying the opposite of what he meant.
okay but that means john probably was talking to and sitting across from sherlock in this scene.Â
Okay, but did I ask?
So sherlock spent his reichenbach hiatus with the voice of john in his headâŚand john was in the same hell too. Thatâs fun.
Well⌠there is a reason John looks at Mary when Sherlock shows up at his table. He needs to check if she sees him too. You knowâŚÂ
BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN HALLUCINATING FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS!
This gives me a very interesting idea for a fic...
Um *nervously* hi Tumblr.
Would it be cool if you could reblog this post if youâre a Sherlock blog who enjoyed Series 4, if you donât fill your tags with negative stuff and isnât basically taking every opportunity to rip the episode and series apart cos iâve had a few messages today from people who would love to follow you. Myself included.Â
Itâs a very simple request and easy request. Weâll check you out from reblogs and likes! Thank you!Â
Iâm happy to join in the constructive approach to series four. It wasnât everything I wanted, but Iâm not everything I want to be either. Life is a learning process. For everyone.Â

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The Red Rug
Was chatting with @ghyllwyne when she said a thing about the bizarrely blood-red animal skin rug in the therapistâs house that had me saying dâoh!
At the end of TLD Eurus shot at John. Given heâs in good health in the clips from TFP, it clearly wasnât a bullet, so, a tranquilizer? And heâs out cold ⌠possibly to be kidnapped, but possibly not. Ghyll pointed out that it would be easier to kidnap John if he were ambulatory. Trying to cart an unconscious body out might draw more attention ⌠so. John is out cold on that blood-red carpet.
Also at the end of TLD, Sherlock finds the âMiss Meâ message on the note. What would he do next? Heâd want to tell John. Heâd remember Johnâs schedule. Heâd know that John was at an appt with his therapist. He might try texting or calling, but John isnât responding. Of course he wouldnât - heâs in therapy, yes? So Sherlock races there, and finds John collapsed on the rug, which LOOKS LIKE A POOL OF BLOOD.
Cue Garridebs panic? But of course John is fine, and tells Sherlock about Eurus, and off they go on the adventure of TFP.
Ghyll had suggested that on finding the hidden message, Sherlock would connect fake!Faith with Elsa-the-therapist (and where did I find that name for her? Iâve no idea, but itâs lodged in my head) and race to save John. But I donât think he has quite enough data to connect them. He would realize that fake!Faith was real, and playing a clearly dangerous game, but heâd have no reason to think about Elsa. I thought he wouldnât need to connect them in order to race to Johnâs side - heâd know where John was and would want to share this info with him ASAP. Doesnât matter, in the end, which theory gets him to John. What matters is him finding John unconscious and sprawled out in what appears to be a large pool of blood.
So. Ghyll is brilliant. And thereâs a reasonable reason for that crazy garish rug. Yes?
Thank you, @anyawen ! This theory made me get out of bed to come chat with the coven.
Cautious Optimism
My friend @anyawen posted this quote recently about series 4, and itâs become my mantra. Despite the vehement denials of the storytellers, I think the story still has the potential to deliver on the promise. Despite the reviews weâve seen so far that offer mixed messages (no surprise there), and in some cases nearly pan the first episode (looking at YOU, NYTimes), I am going to approach this series with the hope that this talented cast and crew would not have spent all this time and energy on the monumental let-down some are predicting/fearing.
The addition of a baby to the equation seemed so absurdly inappropriate that there had to be a reason other than just making a âcuteâ play on the title TSoT. The âthreeâ could just as well (much better, in fact) have referred to Sherlock, John, and Mary. Adding the baby was done, I think, as a catalyst. The loss of the baby will be a catastrophe, and I do think she will be lost. I donât agree with this plot device at all, and I canât believe there wasnât a better way to drive them apart so they could come back together even stronger than before, but I think thatâs what the point will be. Â
I donât think the baby is anyoneâs but Johnâs. I donât think the pregnancy was faked. I think she will die in the first episode, and thatâs too grim for any purpose I can think of. Iâve read somewhere that the goal of the storytellers is to drive such a wedge between Sherlock and John that the audience will be drawn into the story to root for them to be reunited, but i think this is a very risky ploy. There are some situations that are just too hard to watch in the name of entertainment, and this is certainly in that category.Â
I hope they can pull it off. I really do. Iâm optimistic. Cautiously.
Janineâs Ploy
I donât suppose Iâm the first to notice this, but when Janine comes out of Sherlockâs bedroom in HLV, shocking John isnât an accident. It was her entire point. Remember that there is a very transparent door between the bathroom and the bedroom, and she certainly saw as well as heard Sherlock go in to have a bath. She also heard what was going on in the sitting room, and the hall. She deliberately waited until Sherlock was in the bathroom- where she could easily have joined him through the common door in the bedroom- but she chose to go out to tweak John (âOh itâs [the coffee] over there now.â âHowâs Mary? Howâs married life?â). And THEN she joins Sherlock in the bathroom, cooing and gasping, and inspiring rapid jealousy in John. She comes out to sit on Sherlockâs lap and make a point that âIâm the only one who knows who you really are.â The kiss at the door was just the icing on the cake. And it worked.Â
TLD Synopsis Source
I searched Google for the synopsis thats being qoted all over Tumblr, and I found it on a site called Sherlock | BFBS TV. No idea who they are, but theyâre in England.
âContemporary crime drama, based on the stories by Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock faces perhaps the most chilling enemy of his long career: the powerful and seemingly unassailable Culverton Smith - a man with a very dark secret indeed. Estranged from his best friend John Watson, Sherlock seems to have descended into hell. Is there any way back from the abyss into which the detective has fallen?â
Elephants for Arwel
I couldnât resist tweeting this image to our favorite elephat man

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âGet out of my house, you reptile.â
Watching ASiP for the zillionth time, and it dawned on me that Mycroftâs theme has a clicking tone in the background that seems quite reminiscent of the warning sound a rattlesnake makes. I wonder how likely it is thatâs an accident. They do plan ahead.
@shag-me-senseless-watson and I have this theory that this scene is where John and Sherlock are talking about Mary after John has lost her and the baby. They both look a little guilty in their sadness. Perhaps theyâre finally talking about what they both knew and how it affected their relationship and the current events. Perhaps the photo of flooded 221b is a reference to this very intense moment.Â
this is horrible đđ
I tweeted this to Arwel because....
HQ Molly promo pic (x)
A burnt sofa?
Post explosion scene?
Is this the result of whatever was being filmed in that #setlock scene where the passersby on the sidewalk flinch and run at something coming from 221B?/ Maybe it was the flat next door exploding and leaving the smoking wreckage behind Mollyâs left shoulder. Has this been shown before? Or discussed?
Sherlock needs a hug.

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@lorelei-lee tagged me to post the first sentence from my last 20 fics and see if there are any similarities. I think 20 is kind of a lot so letâs do 10, okay? :)
1. That was not at all what he had expected when Lestrade had texted, asking Sherlock to meet him at the pub near New Scotland Yard after work.
2. Sherlock watched his penis disappear into the shadowy cleft of Johnâs arse. (This is clearly an A+ quality piece of fiction right here.)
3. The basic facts of the tale of Baron Adelbert Gruner, Miss Violet de Merville, and Miss Kitty Winter will be familiar to loyal readers of both the Strand and court dockets, but I hope it will not come as a surprise when I divulge that some minor yet key details were withheld or altered in the publicly available report.
4. Upon the occasion of the recent publication of my tenth contribution to heartstring medicine, I have had cause to reflect upon the history, both public and personal, which sparked my interest in the field.Â
5. John doesnât even know what heâs doing there.
6. John made an amused huffing sound as he closed Sherlockâs tie pin.
7. John purports to be fine.
8. Switzerland isnât what Tristram expected.Â
9. âWhatâs this?â John took the scrap of supple, folded skin from Sherlock.
10. Tristram is surprised when his father tells him to finish his homework quickly that Friday afternoon.
So aside from the fact that my first sentences are dead boring, I guess they all establish whose point of view the story is from. For the most part, they are fairly short and concise, unless Iâm writing an ACD fic. And several of them mention a surprise, mystery, or something unexpected. Which I guess is good style because it is intended to draw the reader in and make them curious to find out the answer. And then thereâs the smut one which speaks for itself. Rather loudly.
I tag @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor, @hubblegleeflower, and @jbaillier and anyone else if this looks like fun to you!
This sounds like a lot of fun! Here are mine:
1. Breathing is boringâ is a phrase John has seen fit to remind him of several times lately.Â
2. That morning John had made him sit on the sofa.
3. John leans on a slightly rusty door hinge while dialing the number Sherlock has given him on the old bakelite landline phone.Â
4. The Mind Palace has been stormed, its defences decimated.Â
5. It had taken him a month to make the decision, and another month to actually implement it.
6. The light is cold.Â
7. Johnâs fingers have gone tingly from the freezing wind.Â
8. John opens the bedroom door and saunters in, tearing his sweaty T-shirt off.
9. "DI Lestrade?â I inquire while peering into the manâs office.
10. Dr John Watson knocks and enters patient room number 11 in the Neurosurgical Ward of Kingâs College Hospital.
11. What if John doesnât come?
12. It is a precarious sort of balance they have struck.Â
13. A text message arrives from John.
14. Itâs been two weeks since Sherlock was discharged from the neurosurgical ward at Kingâs College Hospital.Â
15. A chilly wind is making the corners of the fabric roof flap.Â
16. Get me out of here Lestrade. SH
17. "Iâd never have thought that insect enthusiasts might be such a murderous bunch,â Lestrade comments as the three of them stand by the front door of the victimâs house, waiting for forensics to wrap up their part.
18. "No,â Sherlock says and John sighs.
19. Sherlock opens the door to 221B Baker Street.Â
20. âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
Theyâre not all the same (phew!), but I clearly have a tendency to open a story by following John around. And Iâm apparently very fond of the cold. And Kingâs College Hospital. I also realized that number 11 sounds kind of porny when taken out of its original context.
Tagging @anyawen, @missdaviswrites, @ghyllwyne, @consultingcaitlin, @ijustreallylovedaredevil, @fuckyeahfightlock and everyone everyone everyone
Starting with the most recent and working backwards: 1. Seven days ago, Sherlock had killed Magnussen in front of John's horrified eyes, in full view of a dozen armed witnesses.
2. The decorated Christmas tree next to the nurses' station bothers him, and he wonders why it's there. Surely, he can't be the only visitor who finds it painfully inappropriate, like a clown at a funeral.
3. The chair was the first thing to go.
4. "Why are you so concerned with what anyone else thinks?â
5. Preliminary reports of an explosion in the building opposite 221 Baker Street have started Mycroft's morning off with an unpleasant rush of adrenaline.
6. John was wearing her down, but in a very good way.
7. Sarah opens her door before he knocks, one brow arched and a half smile on her lips. "So, what's he done this time?"
8. His flatmate was stretched out full length on the sofa with his eyes closed and his hands in the prayer position under his chin.
9. "Is it even possible to hold your breath without knowing it?"Â
10. She woke to the familiar warmth of her husband's body next to hers, but that sleepy comfort vanished with the first strangled whispers of his nightmare.Â
11. To say that they had underestimated Moriarty was a masterpiece of understatement. Â
12. One too many chances.Â
13. He takes a detour on the way to the roof.Â
14. She doesn't jump out of her skin this time.
15. I knew you'd have the last word.
16. John kept the phone pressed to his ear, listening to Sherlock breathe.
17. She had panicked.
18. "Mycroft, it's John."
19. John reached the top landing and saw a door standing half open.
Thatâs it. Sorry, Iâve only written 19. This was fun! Thanks for the suggestion.
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Hello, and thank you for this truly wonderful blog! I was wondering, do you know any good "fake relationship who becomes real" fics to recommend? Thanks again and have a wonderful day <3
Thank you so much! There are lots of popular ones but hopefully thereâs something here that you havenât read yet:
A Case of Identity by jkay1980
A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by jurgbury
A Silver Sixpence by _doodle
Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by distantstarlight
Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid
Double Entente by hum_hum_humbug
Five Times They Pretended and the One Time They Didnât by thelookyouredoingthelookagain
Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy
John Watsonâs Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68
Once More, With Feeling by redcarrigan
Rainbow Hearts Retreat by PajamaSecrets
Rumour Has It by the lookyouredoingthelookagain
That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts
The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss
The Great Amendment of 1998 by ihuntyoudown (deleted, link leads to cached version)
The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst
Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier
Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor