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different faces of Sherlock Holmes update :DThe different faces of Sherlock Holmes. Sketch. UPDATE.
Oh I am so excited about season 3 . Here a few more Sherlock's. still working on it. More too come.
btw I have so many Sherlock and Lestrade feels right now. ^___^ I think Lestrade would be an utterly romantic in the relationship and Sherlock would understand only half of his romantic advances.
"Sherlock, this is a romantic dinner, can you stop deducing if the cook killed a guest before with his food or not?"
"Sherlock, I brought you flowers - god what are you doing with them? They are not for your experiments."
"Sherlock not every case on which we work together count as a date."
"Sherlock don't poison the chocolate I gave you.
"Sherlock, god how should I know when you are in the mood for cuddling or not - can you please forewarn me if you don't like it today before you try to scratch my eyes out."
and I also think Sherlock is like a cat when it comes to affection one moment he wants to cuddle with L the other momen
Another sketch dumpasexual!Sherlock and Lestrade. Holding you. After Reichenbach and Sherlock's return - Lestrade lives with the constant fear to lose Sherlock for a second time. He always has to remind himself that Sherlock is real, alive and well.
- "Please, sunshine, let me hold you only for a little while …."
Sherlock and Lestrade. Black mood. Sketch.
- "You okay, Sher?! What happened?"
- "Bad day?"
-"It's okay. Come on, I will put on the kettle and we will have a cup of tea. How does that sound?"
Watson, Holmes and Clyde for Beeleebay because she loves Elementary so much
Sherlock and Lestrade. Cold.
- "You okay, Sher?!"
- "Ohh thank you for asking, Inspector - I feel splendid. I enjoy the storm and the snow and the rain. I simply love the cold and the fact that my coat is not waterproof and I am wet through the skin. What a brilliant idea to go for a walk, Lestrade. Wonderful."
Gotta catch em all XDThe different faces of Sherlock Holmes. Basic colors. Sketch.
Gotta catch'em all XD.
Sherlock and Lestrade. Distance.
"I know what you are doing, Sher. You try to scare me away by acting like a brat but darling that will not work. "
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.
Sketch dump :-)Lestrade always asks Sherlock if it is okay to kiss him.
- Is it okay, if I?
Breach of Trust. Hurt. Lestrade and Sherlock.
- Don't. Don't you dare to touch me ever again, Lestrade.
- I am sorry, Sherlock. I didn't …
Happiness. Laughing. Making memories.
- Sher, say "CHEESE".
A few things ... :-)First of all the dear Chocolatechip wrote me an amazing and lovely story to my latest Sherlock, Victor and Lestrade picture. Everyone should read it.
And I drew a few more sketches
Cuddling. Lestrade and Sherlock.
- You are really affectionate today.
- Am I not allowed to cuddle with my favorite detective?
Black mood. Lestrade and Sherlock.
- Why are you still here?
- Because of you.
Struggling. Lestrade and Sherlock.
- Sher, come back. You don't have to prove anything.
- I can't do this anymore. You make everything worse.
Family portray. UPDATE. Mary Morstan, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, Victor Trevor, Mycroft Holmes and Anthea.
Family portrayFamily portray. John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, Victor Trevor and Mycroft Holmes.
The french call it pressentimentThe french call it pressentiment: the feeling you get that something bad is going to happen. The English might prefer to call it presentiment or presage or even be so ambitious as to call it a premonition. You could call it a hunch or a gut feeling or præsentire if you were in the mood for Latin but whatever you called it, he had one.
When you're a woman it gets chalked up to maternal instinct, regardless of whether or not you're a mother. When you're a cop, they just call it instinct. Good instincts, they always say, he has good instincts. Good instincts mean you needed to take a big decision really quick and when you did, it all worked out. If you pull it off, that's the phrase they throw at you. Good instinct.
Lestrade isn't sure if this is good or not, but it's an instinct, and he can't ignore it because it's been building in his chest for the past half hour or so, this awful certainty that something bad is happening. Right now. Bad, bad, bad thing and
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.
Sherlock, Lestrade, and Victor- FeverWell this is just great!"
Victor Trevor was driving around... somewhere. He wasn't too sure anymore. The snowstorm was insane, with flakes and white surrounding the windows. Not even e windshield wipers were helping. And Victor had a bad feeling that he was going to drive off of the road, or worse, that he was already driving off the road!
He wasn't worried about himself too much, however. He was more worried about the passengers in the car- me, Detective Inspector Lestrade, and small Sherlock Holmes in the back. Well, when I say small, of course I mean I size rather than age. He and Victor are roughly the same age.
He wasn't always so small, but after a mission to destroy the network of the consultant criminal, Jim Moriarity. He came back a few years later in horrible condition. Ever since then, Victor and I have been helping him out. He's still pretty bony and frail, and he still gets sick really easily.
But everyday it seems like he isn't feeling too great. Everyday I can never expe
More High School LestradeIf you had walked into Greg Lestrade's high school at any time in the late seventies and dropped the name to almost any student you would get an immediate reaction, and it would be a positive one, unless you had talked to his math teacher. “Yeah.” people would say, “I know that kid.” (who didn't?), and depending on who you had asked you would receive varying information: anything from 'he's good at football' to 'he's gorgeous' to 'he owes me ten quid' to 'he has a band' to 'once he jumped into the thames in January'. They would tell you who he was dating, because they would know, and they would tell you about his guitar, because they've all heard it, and they know all these things because Greg Lestrade, in high school, was popular.
It's funny now because the adult Greg Lestrade has very few friends but in his teenage years he had many and he was also very friendly so that there was almost no one in the school whom he did not address as 'friend.' And in this scho
hard at each other - fanmix for Lestrade +his wifeone more night - Maroon 5
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war / you and I go rough / we keep throwing things and slamming the doors / you and I get sore and dysfunctional / we start keeping score / you and I get sick / and I know that we can't do this no more
slow dancing in a burning room -John Mayer
We're going down / and you know that we're doomed / my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
what about us - John Barrowman
You say the honeymoon's over / I don't wanna push / but what about us?
bloodstains - Passenger
I'm waiting and you're waiting but this train's not gonna come / Your voice has started grating and I hate what we've become /
See there's no future at this station we're just feeding off the crumbs / of our hearts
wedding dress - Matt Nathanson
In your wedding dress / To have and to hold /Cause even at my best /I wanna let go
if you're gone - Matchbox 20
I think I've already lost you / I think you're already
updatesHello friends a few updates on my life: we're over our quota of Internet usage and having a bit of trouble paying the bills so I won't be around very much until we get this all sorted and I won't be on tumblr which makes me a bit sad but I will be ok
Finally, a new Elementary last night! Aah I loved it Let me know if anyone finds some nice elementary fics. I don't read a lot of those and I think I should. If you're looking for an elementary fic I can recommend this one: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9066732/3/ it's a really lovely story by smergrl3495 and it's lots of father-son not only between sherlock and Gregson but Marcus and Gregson too!
Also, did anyone notice Joan is just 'Watson' in Sherlock's mobile? Hehe Awww I thought that was nice
I've been trying to write things for awhile but I've been having writers block and nothing is coming out right however I am working on a couple long multi chapter fics, so look for those in the (distant) future.
Here is some of
The Way You'd Bite Your Lip When You Were PaintingI still think about you sometimes. I still remember things.
I remember that when my band practised we'd set out an extra amp for you to sit on.
I remember that you had freckles across your cheeks and you could only see them if you were standing really close.
I remember sitting on the roof at ten-thirty and watching the sky.
I remember making out in the backseat of my dad's car in the school parking lot.
I remember how cold your hands were in the cinema when we held hands all through the film.
I remember the way you would bite your lip when you were painting.
I remember playing my guitar outside your window.
I remember every word of the song I wrote for your birthday.
I remember that I thought I was going to marry you.
I remember that I was doing algebra homework when I got the phone call and I almost didn't answer it because I was right in the middle of a problem.
It's funny that I remember those things, because we had a lot more than that. So much more.
But I forget it.
EntropyDimmock just stands there as Greg crumbles in front of him. Everything around them seems to be falling apart, decaying, slowly entropying into utter ruin. He can’t see it because it’s dark and the bulbs in the cheap streetlights here are starting to fizzle out, but he knows it’s going on. He imagines rubble descending around them like pebbles sinking into molasses, disintegrating as it sinks to the ground, piling up and up and up until they’re surrounded by a wall that separates them from what used to be.
Iain looks up as if expecting to see a circle of light, a ray of hope shining down on them, but the only thing above them is darkness. There’s Hope and Good and Real Life out there somewhere, but he knows neither Greg nor himself will find that place soon.
He turns his gaze toward Lestrade again, and Iain realizes for the first time just how utterly tired he is. Without Sherlock, Greg is lifeless. All his greatness seems
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