Love is Not a Mystery

this blog supports gay asexual sherlock

Awww he’s sooooo beautiful ♥

No, but rather than suave, sophisticated Victor Trevor, have you all considered a clumsy goofball who catches Sherlock’s attention by turning up in the library with ripped jeans that most certainly weren’t ripped half an hour ago when Sherlock passed him in the hall?  Or who enchants Sherlock by spilling his (luckily cold) coffee in Sherlock’s lap, curses and turns the deepest shade of red imaginable.  Victor Trevor who gets so excited about things that he chatters away, unaware that he’s getting louder.  Victor Trevor who talks with his bloody hands. To the point that his friends tell him to sit on his hands just to see if he’s capable of still talking.