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There are things far worse than deathI am kind of sad and disgusted how many fanfiction writer use -rape- as a plot point to get characters together. That is unrespectful, disgusting and very, very rude. Because there are people out there who had to suffer and who experienced sexual abuse and they deserve our respect. If you write a story with this topic do it in a respectful way and do your research!
All the people out there who experienced sexual abuse and are still fighting - Please, know you are such brave human beings! You have my respect!
- What happened, Sunshine?
-There are things worse than death ...-
The road to recovery is long and there is no guaranty he will ever be the same again but I will stay by his side and fight with him. - Lestrade
Sherlock kidnapped glowing rabbits (WIP)Not finished sketch. Many Bluebells. hehe
- You have to give them back.
- What will you do with so many rabbits?
- Sherlock T.T.
- They need me.
This was the day Sherlock adopted five glowing baby bunnies. hehe
Family portrayFamily portray. John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, Victor Trevor and Mycroft Holmes.
Fever ...Victor, Sherlock and Lestrade. They are lost in the middle of nowhere. Sherlock is sick.
- There is no signal. That's absolutely fantastic. We are in the middle of nowhere and Sher is burning up.
- Stop it. I am fine. I don't know were the problem is.
- The problem is that you are running a high fever. We are lost. There is a snowstorm and Victor doesn't get a signal otherwise everything is peachy.
They found a cabin - a little shelter against the storm.
- Is he better? He needs to drink something.
- No, he is still burning up and shivering like a leaf. I am worried.
a little picture for saskatchewanstardustSherlock and Lestrade. Doubt. Sadness. Suffering.
- I can't do this anymore.
I really hope you like it my dear. <3 You are wonderful.
Sherlock, Lestrade and the glowing rabbitsSherlock adopted many Bluebells. Lestrade is not so keen of the idea. I could finally finish this picture. ^^ I am still sick and still busy but I would give you this little pic, because you are all always so nice to me.
- You have to give them back.
- What will you do with so many rabbits?
- Sherlock T.T.
- They need me.
Why are you crying for SaskatchewanStardustThis picture is for my dear friend ~SaskatchewanStardust because she wrote me such a wonderful story and while coloring this sketch I was reminded of a scene in her story and so this sketch should picture the scene. I hope you like it my dear.
Hope by ~SaskatchewanStardust
"Why are you crying?" asks Sherlock, sounding for all the world like a tiny child and Lestrade can only cry harder, beyond words now. He cannot stop himself anymore, not with anything, and he pulls the little detective toward him and buries his face into the raven curls. Under his hands, he can feel every bone in Sherlock's back. His ribs are sharp. The hands that curl into fists against Lestrade's chest are tiny and frail. He lays next to Sherlock in the bed, wrapping the detective up in a hug. He wants to squeeze him tightly and never let him go, except that he is terrified that Sherlock will break. He feels like he is
Victor/Sherlock for ImpishtubistSince I don't have an tumblr anymore but I wanted to give you a little gift (because your Sherlock/Lestrade (awwh your nor the years condemn verse is my headcanon) and Victor/Sherlock stories make me so incredible happy) - here a little Sherlock/Victor picture. I hope you like it ^____-
Victor is surprised that Sherlock went to the mask ball with him although he vehemently said he hated such events.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. ^^
HopeLestrade wakes up to a pressure against his side and a slight tugging of his blankets. He rolls over in the bed to find Sherlock crawling onto the bed beside him. He blinks, surprised, but does not move as Sherlock climbs under the covers. "Hey, blue eyes." says Greg softly, so softly, afraid that he will startle him. "You okay?"
Sherlock does not speak. Sherlock has not spoken for a very long time, only ever opening his mouth to convey the simplest of answers. These instances in which he talks are few and far between. When it happens, his voice is different, quiet, broken. Lestrade is afraid of it. Sherlock curls up into a tiny ball on one side of the bed. He is so close to Lestrade that he can feel the heat from his little body, but they are not touching. There is a half inch of space that separates them, and Lestrade hates that half inch. It takes physical effort to hold himself back from seizing the scrawny detective in a tight embrace. But Sherlock has not been able to stand physi
Love, GregDear Sherlock.
I wanted to smoke last night. I really, really did. You know how that feels, don't you? But I want you to know that I didn't. I didn't touch a single cigarette. Because I made you a promise, and I want you to know that I am going to keep it.
I want you to know that I love you, and I always have. Not like that. I think of you as a son to me, Sherlock, ever since we met. You gave me a son when I couldn't have my own. And thank you for that. I love you so much, and I will never stop loving you.
And you were right, I do need you. I've needed you so much, all this time. Maybe you don't realize everything you've done for me, but I hope that you do. And I want you to know that I am so so grateful.
I want you to know that you are my hero. That you are the greatest man that I have ever known, and I have believed since the day I met you that you could grow to be a good one.
And I want you to know that I am really, really glad I gave you that jacket.
I just wish I could have though
What You Don't Know About Sally Donovan1. She dreams of the day that Sherlock Holmes will strut onto her crime scene and whisper deductions about her love life and her mother and her father and her brother and Lestrade will yell at him to stop. If he is your son, she yells (in her head, where she is brave enough to say it), then teach him. Show him what is right and wrong, teach him that some things are not to be said and that it is wrong to be cruel. But Sherlock will do no wrong in Lestrade's eyes. Not ever. So it is her the villan, and when she yells "Freak" at him because it is all she has left, Lestrade will be angry with her. He will never be angry with Sherlock.
2. Her brother is a soldier and he fights in wars. When his last letter had come, he had been on tour in Afghanistan. Maybe he is still there. Maybe not. Maybe he is dead. Once she wrote him every week, pages and pages. She got paragraphs in return. Then less. One day the letter will not come at all. He ran away and he kept running, and it is fo
Hate, GregHey Sherlock. Me again. It's been awhile since I wrote. But then, you wouldn't know.
Maybe you don't remember this. You probably don't. You delete everything in that big brain of yours except what's necessary, don't you? Even my first name. But that's okay. I don't mind, you know. You can call me just Lestrade. I'm really missing it.
Anyways, about five years ago, back when we first met, there was this case. Regular old hit-and-run. Eighteen years old, just a kid. You turned your nose up and said boring. So I went to the crime scene all by myself. And when I got there, there was this guy. The kid's dad. And that look on his face... I don't think I'll ever forget it. The victim was his only child, did you know? His only son. And when you looked at his face, you just knew his whole world was gone.
We solved the case. Without you. We're not that incompetent. We wrapped it all up, nice and tight, all in a day's work, right? Just like a million other cases.
I went to the funera
Sherlock x Lestrade- Sick Day
Lestrade opens the door with the key he recieved from Watson. Watson also left a note with the key:
"I have to go out today. It's very crucial that I go, so I'm giving you this key. Sherlock will be asleep when you get there. Make sure he stays in the flat. Thanks.
~ Dr. Watson"
Lestrade didn't know why he had to come at first, but if it meant seeing his favorite detective, it was worth it.
Morning light shone through the window of the flat. Lestrade shut the door behind him and put the key into his coat pocket. Nobody seemed to be around. Lestrade went to the television and decided to turn it on. He grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch and turned the television on. He turned the volume down very low, knowing that Sherlock was asleep.
Then it hit Lestrade. Sherlock must've been in his bedroom, asleep. He didn't want to disturb the boy, but he did want to see him. Consider it checking on him, he thought. That is what Watson asked me to do, anyway.
Letter with Seven Stamps The tears fell from the Grey-green eyes as he looked at John. The blood that had covered him was gone, and for that Sherlock was grateful. He stood there for what seemed an eternity, before John stirred from his drug induced sleep.
It was more a moan, and under the haze Sherlock could hear fear and worry. He strode to Johns side in three long steps. He wasn't sure, but there was a giddiness inside his chest at the fact his name was the first word John had spoken in two weeks.
"Here." he murmured, resting his hand on his shoulder. Touching John made Sherlock feel so much better, as if everything would be fine. He was warm and healthy... Kind of.
John felt Sherlock close by, and felt his friends hand. A tiny smile made its way to his lips and he opened his eyes a little, the hospital room lights blinding him, to look at Sherlock. His eyes instantly registered the tear streaks and redness around his friends eyes. His face was pale, and there were bags under his e
things they ask Lestrade and the real answersi dont even know if this is a poem or what
What do you want to be, they ask
and he says private detective.
he says astronaut, actor, musician,
policeman, rock god, schoolteacher,
but the real answer has always been dad.
What do you wish for, they ask
and he says good health, good fortune.
he says friendship and happiness,
maybe a bigger television or a better bike,
but the real answer has always been children.
What do you dream of, they ask
and he tells them about nightmares.
dark things and scary things,
and sometimes happy, mad, impossible,
but the real answer has always been family.
Why are you crying, they ask
and he says long day, just tired.
he says just allergies, just stress,
just a rough week, month, year,
but the real answer has always been i'm lonely.
Nine More Things You Don't Know About Dimmock18. Whenever he goes to a restaurant, he orders the tallest glass of chocolate milk he can. If he can't, then he sticks with water
19. He gets migraines. Really bad ones. He still isn't sure how he has gotten this far in the Force with this, but he knows it's in part due to Lestrade. The man always covers for him, and Dimmock wishes he could pay him back somehow though knows he probably never will.
20. He makes it a point to go visit Ryan's family at least once a year. Even if he can't afford it, even if he doesn't have the time, he still goes anyway, preferably for Christmas. He'd much rather spend it with them than sit at home alone watching old rugby matches.
21. He hasn't dated many girls, and he's only kissed one once. It was a short and messy affair, with her tongue rooting around his mouth in a way he didn't like. They broke up right after that, and since then, he's been a little wary around females.
22. Dimmock didn't like Sandy when she first began dating Ryan- she was too nic
StarsLestrade loves the stars.
His father taught him all about them when he was a child. He loves to share his love of the stars with people he cares about, too. He’s taken Sherlock all the way out to the country to see them, but not Iain yet, so one day after work when the young man looks especially run down, Greg takes him aside and tells them man that they’re going on a trip.
Dimmock gives the older man his signature ‘What the hell are you doing? This is so gay’ look, but Greg just ushers him into the cab and gives the driver a slip of paper saying where they’re going and to keep it a surprise for their passenger. The cabbie does as he’s told, and 3 hours later, they end up in a wide, open field.
It’s winter, but it hasn’t snowed yet. Greg’s really hoping for snow. The sky is clear, though, which is okay because it gives them a perfect view of the stars. Greg tells Iain to lie on his back, and after giving him a glare/smirk, Di
Victor, Lestrade and Sherlock for ImpishtubistAnother picture. Three handsome men for my dear Impishtubist. An early Christmas present. I hope you like them. I also hope Victor looks like you pictured him. ^^ I wanted again to thank you for sharing such wonderful stories with us. Never stop to write, my dear. The day you will stop will be a really sad one.
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