Johnlock. All The Johnlock.

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

Then, time starts to move again, but fast now. The scenes are picking up speed like a deduction flashing across the screen, going back through this story to show us Sherlock confronting Jim for the last time and then Sherlock collapsing on the ground next to Mycroft who is bleeding and then Sherlock holding a collapsing John in his arms and screaming on his phone to emergency services reporting that a bullet has brought the brave Doctor Watson down, again and then Sherlock promising “to the very best of times” on a quiet tarmac before a plane turns slowly in the air and then Sherlock whispering “because you chose her” while the sound of Mary’s deceit still rings through John’s skull and then Sherlock raising his hand, far above John, balanced on the edge of St. Bart’s with a phone to his ear and then Sherlock in his purple shirt with his microscope on the table behind him walking towards a soaking wet John after a woman exits their lives for a second time and then Sherlock raising his gun towards a figure by a pool and then Sherlock stretched out on the couch in Baker Street lit by the perfect glow of the battlefield John’s just now discovered and then -

Time slows down again. The scene drags across the screen, circling around the pair, as John extends his hand with his sister’s old phone clutched in it, as Sherlock moves slowly closer to him along the side of a lab bench, and the shot spins and narrows and then breaks to a standstill, freezes, as the two men’s eyes connect over their shared grip on the phone.

Commissioned by thatsyouharold as a gift for jacks-pearl, based on their fic Dark Horse

John’s smirk…

He looks to his right

Looks to his left to make sure they’re alone

He senses an opportunity

Then fucking goes for it

He goes for it hard, just to make sure

The moment of realisation

John Watson’s “did I just see Sherlock’s dick” face

John Watson’s “on a scale of one to ten how inappropriate is to have first sex in Buckingham Palace” face

*shoves in all the faces* ballet!tattoo!lock dONE

OF COURSE they knew the three garridebs wouldn’t be in the public domain until 2020. and OF COURSE they wanted the love confession to be that since they’re always going on about how it is their favourite bit. they planned this whole thing and now we have the escape room and monthly episode screenings to keep people interested until the curtain rises and we are ready to begin.

and not only are they righting the thing that ‘everyone got wrong’ which isn’t the romance (if anything that’s what people have been getting Right even if no one has had the guts to make it explicit) but the unreliable narration AND they created the backlash by apparently killing sherlock the show in the final problem like doyle did.

The Fluffy Tail

by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )

Sherlock is not keen on celebrations, unless they involve just him and John in the bedroom. He has an idea for Easter and when his plan fails, John’s ingenuity saves the day. Explicit WIP

The whole Holidays series of fics happens and is canon-divergent after A Study in Belgravia and stays in a happy Johnlock zone. No Moriarty, no Reichenbach, and no Mary. Johnlock Utopia.

Happy Birthday to my friend @lakoda0518 (It’s belated but I’ve been forgiven.) Specially for her, there is lots of smut, butt-play (duh!) and some silliness and fluff.

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