Sempiternal

I think my brain was playing some word association game with this one but subnautica au anyone??

Grace is a scientist working with Alterra (unfortunately) and the only survivor of the Aurora crash, but finds Rocky who also crashed here while trying to investigate a distress call coming from the planet :)

1. “You cannot threaten someone with a thesaurus, even if it’s leather-bound.”

(Occurred during a disagreement with a museum curator. The thesaurus survived. The curator’s dignity did not.)

2. “That’s a human toe, Sherlock. Why is it in the butter?”

(Tuesday. Absolutely just… a regular Tuesday.)

3. “If you lick one more evidence slide, I’m calling Mycroft and telling him you’ve gone feral again.”

(He did. I did. We’re not discussing the fallout.)

More from my notebook:

4. I’m not sedating a goose, Sherlock, I don’t care how suspicious it looks.”

5. “You cannot keep naming your body parts after Greek gods. I am not calling your spleen ‘Apollo.’”

6. “Please take the eyeball out of the microwave. I need to reheat my tea.”

7. “No, you can’t collect footprints from the living room carpet. That’s mud. From your shoes.”

8. “For the love of God, do not use the toaster to simulate electrocution.”

9. “You said we were going out for milk. This is not milk. This is a hostage negotiation.”

10. “If I open that fridge and it’s another experiment, I swear I’m moving in with Greg.”

11. “Don’t wave that femur at me like you’re conducting Beethoven.”

12. “Sherlock, no jury on Earth is going to accept ‘boredom’ as a legal defense for arson.”

13. “Why is there a mannequin in my bed wearing my jumper and crying?”

EVERY BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH'S ROLE. (5/??)

Something Sherlock Holmes and I have in common: We both managed to get our hands on John Watson’s birth certificate.

[Also on: Twitter / Pillowfort]

Yep, this is a scan of the actual prop from the show. Full transcript under the cut.

It’s always an accumulation of things that make us change, isn’t it? So, there are a few cases that have left their mark, but what really changed everything for both of us were The Reichenbach Fall, Magnussen and Mary's death.

When Sherlock 'died,' I was left with nothing, and it was the first time I truly had to face the emptiness without him. And I now know Sherlock had to face the same; an isolation formed by pushing everyone away he cared about.

When he returned, I had to deal with my grief—grief that no longer had a justification. He was not dead, after all. And in the years that followed, I watched Sherlock—a man who always hid behind logic—make illogical but empathic sacrifices.

I pushed Sherlock away when I lost my family. Or rather, my perceived beginning of a family. Welcoming the unending misery back as an old friend. I had to grieve again, and learned the hard way what happens when old, infected wounds are reopened.

My, I never intended this to get so damn deep— but it’s the truth. I must stop now, otherwise this will linger with me for the rest of this sunny Saturday.

Thanks for the ask.

Have you ever tried using this ⬇️ to lure Mr. Holmes to the bedroom?

It may work next time he refuses to sleep during a case.

Hahaha brilliant. Hideous, yes. But absolutely brilliant all the same.

‼️⚠️this is NOT an au⚠️‼️

Our babies are on Mars.

Freaking MARS.

Okay backtrack. So basically both SHERLOC and WATSON are cameras attached to a robotic arm in search of life on Mars. SHERLOC detects organic molecules and minerals on Mars, and WATSON captures detailed images of the Martian surface to support SHERLOC's analysis.

(Apparently this program was launched a while ago on July 30, 2020. In 13 days our babies are gonna have their fourth Mars anniversary. I’m going to cry.)

In my mind:

SHERLOC: *bossily points at something*

WATSON: *heaves sigh and takes photos*

More information can be found at:

Tagged by the incredible hamsterrrrr @hogans-heroes

You can take this hysterical quiz here

Also how does it know I have *back pain*? 😬

Look at that, I guess I'm Buck, lol. But it does fit me perfectly... guess we're a match then... 😉

Tagging (no pressure) @avonne-writes @youokaybucky @butlervibesonly

I'm a duck, too.🙂

tagging @helloliriels @chriscalledmesweetie @friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast and anybody who wants to try

Cuteee! Thanks so much for tagging me @helloliriels !

This was terrifyingly accurate…

Thanks for tagging me @strawberrywinter4

well not a fan at f chihuahuas but it's actually pretty accurate i think...

I don't agree entirely with my result, but some parts are spot on! I am absolutely not patient, and I've made a least 1 enemy in my life (🐱). I don't like romance. 😬

I want to believe that I am also a bit of:

😁

I’m my favourite animal!

Try it too if you dare: @rosiewatsonsblog @artofdeductionbysholmes @mollyatthemorgue @therealharrywatson @greglestradesblog @irene-adler-here

Strangely accurate if you ask me

I was tagged by @mobius-m-mobius and @sannapersikka

Thank you so much.

Last song: All For Love- Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, Sting

Favorite color: blue

Last book: I honestly don't remember the last time I had a book in my hand. Maybe the Sherlock casebook? I am mostly reading fanfiction now.

Last movie: The Lorax

Last tv show: Husband is watching SEAL Team and I follow it a bit.

Sweet/spicy/savory: All 3 of them. Depending on the day. Sometimes I crave sweet, the next day spicy and then savory.

Last thing I googled: Portugal flag

Relationship status: married

Looking forward to: my bed in a few minutes. I will read a bit and then hopefully fall asleep quickly*

Current obsessions: still Martin Freeman and a stupid little mobile game which eats all my time. 🫠

Last song: 'Born This Way', Lady Gaga

Favorite color: turquoise

Last book: tbh? fanfictions

Last movie: Ready Player One

Last tv show: I want to start watching 'Cobra Kai' but I think I have to watch 'Karate Kid' first bc I don't remember it

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet.

Last thing I googled: what a gyroscope control is (for my kid), jaja

Relationship status: not married, couple

Looking forward to: more news on Doctor Strange 3, Battle Angel 2 and Constantine 2 🙈

Current obsessions: Benedict Cumberbatch, BBC Sherlock

last song: (damn i haven't listened to any music today - how to tell i am sick) never ending song - conan gray

favorite color: raging from green to blue

last book: sumpflochsaga 7.1

last movie: wicked???? i have no idea bro

last show: (honestly 'last' confuses the hell out of me... so do you mean truly the last and finished??? or the current which is still a thing rn???) i'll put truly last: bridgerton

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury immediately followed by sweet 😋

last thing i googled: a phone number which sent me a sus text 🤨

relationship status: single

looking forward to: not being sick, seeing my nephew soon-ish

current obsession: bridgerton, taylor swift, also two stupid mobile games, johnlock always

• Last song: Doing good Bye Milky Chance (Yesterday though, I've only listened to podcasts today)

• favourite colour: green!!

• last book: Water for elephants

• Last movie: Probably Bibi&Tina or something (german stuff)

• Last Show: Stranger Things!

• sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet <3

• Last thing I googeled: The schedule of the public transports in my City

• relationship status: Single and freaking out over the same guy for a year now

• looking forward to: Spring! 💕☀️

• current Obsession: Dead poets society, Podcasts, mobile games that have to do with numbers and johnlock of course

Last song: Pure Morning - Jungle by Night

Favourite colour: Turqoise

Last book: The Nighthouse - Jo Nesbø

Last movie: Old Boy

Last Show: Killing Eve

Flavour: Sweet, sour ánd spicy

Last thing I Googled: “How much weight can a laptop carry?”

Rel status: Engaged

Looking forward to: Days getting longer and sunnier

Current obsession: The mechanics of painless stabbing (not as perpetrator!)

@jamielovesjam @zz-kennedy @ralphsgirl123

Last song: Feels like heaven - The Cure

Favorite color: Cerulean blue, pthalo blue

Last book: The letters or Vincent Van Gogh

Last movie: 2:22

Last tv show: Slow Horses

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Last thing I googled: Fine arts academy of St. Carlos (an art academy in Mexico)

Relationship status: Single AF

Looking forward to: The admissions announcement of the music and fine arts school

Current obsessions: Sherlock obviously, johnlock as always, oil painting, Vincent Van Gogh, and dead poets society.

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

Do you want me to do it again?

It all makes sense now. Your secrecy, your erratic behaviour, your bad acting, Angelo not actually having a new menu. All of it. It was right in front of me, and I missed it. Or perhaps I chose not to see it. Most people are boring, predictable. But not you, John Watson. You have never been predictable. From the beginning, I knew you were—different. Extraordinary.

When we met, I think we needed each other more than we realised. You said I gave you purpose. You were mine, too. I was content knowing there was one person who wasn't entirely repulsed by my company—at least, not constantly. I still don't know how you tolerate my more unorthodox qualities, and I've feared, many times, that I had finally pushed too hard. That you would leave. That one day, I would turn around and find you gone.

Being alone was a constant in my life. And I believed it was enough—until I met you. After that, I couldn't imagine being alone again.

During my Time Away, loneliness was my biggest enemy. Not Moriarty's men, not the Serbians, not the guns or the whips. Just the thought of never seeing you again. That is why I fought so hard to come back to you.

John, I never entertained the idea of marriage. Logically speaking, it is an outdated construct built on socio-economic necessity rather than genuine compatibility—but that's irrelevant, isn't it? You know what I am, John. How my mind works. How I fail at— this. And yet you're asking anyway.

What other answer is there other than—

Yes, I do want a husband. And I want it to be you.

Yes to your hideous jumpers. Yes to your terrible action movies. Yes to your giggling at crime scenes. Yes to your unwavering loyalty. Yes to your thing with peas. Yes to your shoulder aching in cold weather. Yes to your impeccable marksmanship. Yes to you being my conductor of light. Yes to your infuriating ability to always, always keep me right. Yes to your constant nagging—about food, sleep, general human maintenance. Yes to you still praising me at crime scenes, even when I'm insufferable. Yes to you never backing down from Mycroft. Yes to your fantastic daughter. Yes to showing me what being loved means.

And most importantly—

Yes to you, John Watson. Yes, a thousand times yes.

January 29th: A Strange Meeting

I don’t know how I’m meant to be writing this. I’m not a writer. Ella thought keeping a blog would help but it hasn’t because nothing ever happens to me. But today, something did. Something happened.