may-shepard:

johnlock-and-key:

shjw:

  The car ride at the end of Tab would have been so tense like at this point

-John knows that Mary is bad news, and he also knows that, for the moment, he has to stay with her.
-But there’s something else he is learning, has been learning for a long time
-And Sherlock’s drug addled ramblings only confirmed his suspicions (his tentative hopes, his most secret dream)
-“Why… Why don’t you just elope… I wouldn’t mind…”
-So they are driving, with John in the middle of the backseat, literally between Mary and Sherlock, and its agonising
-There’s only so much he can take
-So when Sherlock’s hand falls onto the leather of the scant seat space between them
-Slowly
-So slowly that it would seem to anyone else like this hand wasn’t moving at all
-He makes his way to touch Sherlock’s palm
-Tracing the lines and callouses so softly that Sherlock almost doesn’t look to see what is going on
-But when he does see he swallows hard and twitches his hand, which makes john freeze in his travels, but then Sherlock’s thumb is stroking along the back of his palm
– An unspoken reply of ‘yes, I have been waiting for this’
-So John links their fingers together and squeezes in a staccato rhythm and prays to god he understands

.. / .- – / … — / .. -. / .-.. — …- . / .– .. – …. / -.– — ..- / .- -. -.. / .. / …. .- …- . / -… . . -. / ..-. .-. — – / – …. . / … – .- .-. –

-And Sherlock’s eyes are watery red but he doesn’t look around, not while Mary could look and see this moment and destroy him
-So he simply squeezes back and holds on tight, wishing that he didn’t have to let go
-Mycroft watches in the rearview mirror and his heart breaks for them, because there is a plan and they would all need to stick to it or risk losing their lives
-But was there anything worth living for if they couldn’t have each other?

(The Morse code reads “I am so in love with you and I have been from the start”)

Holllyyyy crappppp just K I L L  M E

This is canon. I will accept no other car ride scene. 

In case you didn’t know, I hit 100 followers yesterday

shinyainlace:

So I’ve been a microscopic blog for ages, but this past two months have been a riot. I’ve gone from microscopic to smol and while I still remain smol, this is a big landmark for me.

So I’m going to take some time to thank a few mutuals (I will try my best to remember everyone, but if I accidentally miss you, I’m incredibly sorry!)

Firstly, I want to give a shout out to @youresostrongandquiet for being my first fandom friend on here! We don’t always talk much, I know, but you helped lure me out of my shell and talking to you has always been a treat!

I know I’ve said this before, but I want to say it again: @perverselyvex and @itsnotgonnareaditselfpeople that your fics helped draw me into contributing to the fandom to begin with, so I am grateful to you immensely.

Then of course, I have to mention @vanetti. I can’t exactly remember when you started to follow me, but I think it had to do with a Jolto post that I contributed to. I wouldn’t have started to warp the innocently pure Jolto ship and dove into the Joltolock trash bucket without you. You are also the reason I’m writing Gilmorelock. I owe a lot to you, honestly.

That being said, I have to, naturally, thank my Joltolock Armada, that has been growing slowly over the past month or so. I will try my best to remember everyone:

@beejohnlocked @stravaganza @snogbox1 @platinumkoi – you guys were the original Joltolock crew. You’ve been wonderfully supportive and great sounding boards (you all can thank @beejohnlocked for Two Soldier Boyfriends, since that all started with her prompt). Thank you so much for spreading around Joltolock and just being genuinely awesome and incredibly talented people.

And to the newer members of the crew – @mademoisellesherlockholmes, @scarves-and-jumpers, @daringlydomestic, @mychurchkey, @consultingpurplepants, @thescienceoftrash – I don’t know if all of you necessarily ship Joltolock, but you are here. You support me. Welcome to the Trashcan!

Thank you @merindab for thinking of me when you wrote your first Joltolock! It was a fantastic contribution to the fandom!

Thanks to @havetardiswilltimetravel and @tinkertortillion for helping me flesh out a painful Three Garridebs headcanon. It was fantastic fun! 😉

@constantlyfreemaned – you’re a Martin blog and that’s enough for me to thank you.

And lastly, @sherrllocked, thank you so much for that surprise promotion post yesterday, I definitely wasn’t expecting that! And of course, @to-johnlock-hell-in-a-handbasket, you were lucky 100! I hope you stick around!

To the rest of you: You’re absolutely lovely! Honestly! What made you decide to stumble onto my garbage and decide to stay, I do not know, but I’m so glad you are here!

All in all, stay tuned! I’ve got a lot to share!

And just remember!

Add a bit of -lock to your Jolto for flavor!

You’re welcome! Probably won’t be the only joltolock i ever write, but I’m glad you liked it.

The Moment’s Passed

may-shepard:

monikakrasnorada:

gosherlocked:

sherlock-little-weed:

jenna221b:

sherlockian-1881:

wellthengameover:

jenna221b:

mirajani:

jenna221b:

Imagine Molly having a sinking feeling of dread throughout John and Mary’s wedding. And, after the Mayfly Man has been arrested, she sees John and Mary enter the reception, arm in arm. Mary whispers something into John’s ear and he gives a half chuckle as they make their way onto the dance floor. And then, out come Sherlock and Janine. And, it just looks so painfully forced that Molly can’t stand it anymore; she has to say something. 

She marches over to the pair, takes a deep breath. Despite her stomach twisting itself into knots, she says, “Sherlock,” with all the authority she can muster.

Janine raises her eyebrows. There’s something familiar about her that makes Molly’s skin crawl, but she can’t quite place it.

Sherlock’s mouth thins. “I need to get my violin,” he replies, ice cold. He turns to Janine and nods. “Excuse me.” 

And, he about turns and leaves the room, alone. Molly scoffs and follows him. He doesn’t look at her. 

“Sherlock,” she calls. “Sherlock!”

He stops in the corridor, where his violin case is propped up against the wall. He bends down, opens the case, and gingerly takes out the violin and bow.

“What was that?” Molly asks to his back.

“A wedding.” He still does not turn around. “I’m sure you’ll have heard of them before, they’re quite a cultural-”

No. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Sherlock Holmes.”

Sherlock merely holds the violin up to his ear, feigning to tune it. “If you were referring to my speech, it was the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Don’t patronize me. I know what this is.”

Sherlock sets the violin down, and slams the case lid shut. He stands, and finally faces Molly. “Oh, and do tell me what stunning conclusion you came to,” he spits out through gritted teeth. “Or perhaps I should leave that to your fiance, he does seem to have the knack for it.”

There. Molly has had enough. “Don’t be so cruel. I know what you must be feeling, but don’t take it out on me.” And, she could pass the rest off as Dutch courage, but perhaps she would have said it anyway: “I was in love with you, you know. So, I know… I know, Sherlock.”

Sherlock rubs his face with his hand. He stares at Molly, and really sees her. “I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is rough. “I’m so sorry, Molly. You didn’t deserve that.”

Molly forces herself to smile. “I forgive you.”

Sherlock actually smiles back. He picks up the violin and bow.

Encouraged, Molly persists: “We’re friends, Sherlock?”

“Of course.”

“So, please… please, let me help-”

But, Sherlock shakes his head, cutting her off without words. “No. The moment’s passed, Molly. It’s too- I was too late.”

And, he hurries away. Molly follows once more. “Sherlock,” she pleads. “Sherlock, please, you don’t have to-”

But, by the time they have returned to the reception, the lighting has been dimmed. It’s time for John and Mary’s first dance.

And, Molly hears Sherlock play that damned waltz. One last love letter, one last goodbye. And, her heart breaks for him.

Considering that Sherlock uses his violin to woo John, this is his goodbye to hope that John could love him. One last serenade…

He didn’t even take his violin home from the reception. John has gone to another, so the violin is left behind. There is no more music in Sherlock’s life.

OH MY GOD, I’ve never noticed that before!

So, who notices the violin is still there? Molly? Greg? Mrs Hudson? John?

What if Mrs Hudson takes it home, and chaps on Sherlock’s door in the wee hours of the morning, still tipsy, calling, “Sherlock, love? You left something at the-”

Sherlock opens the door abruptly. He is still in his starched, uncomfortable suit. “Did you ever see her again?”

“Who?”

Sherlock swallows, then sighs. “Margaret, your… your friend.”

Mrs Hudson blinks, caught off guard. “Oh! W-well, I still saw her at, um, other weddings, birthdays, christenings-big things, you know. But then, we just sort of drifted apa-”

And, Sherlock winces, and shuts the door, leaving Mrs Hudson and the violin alone. 

EXCUSE

That morning his secret stash, perfectly hidden before in every single drugs bust sits innocently on the coffee table. He knows no one will stop him because they all are either too drunk or have moved on and away from him. Or both. The golden rays caress the old but cared for wooden case, ebony shining with the siren call of oblivion. Pale hands lift the lid slowly while a myriad of memories pre-John and post-John assault him. you’ve always been, and always will be here… right old friend?

💔

He does try to fight it, though. Honestly. He endures the thought that John will never live at 221B again. He endures playing bloody cluedo with Mrs Hudson. Mycroft calls a few times,  and he relishes stabbing his phone’s ‘ignore’ button.

It’s only when Lady Smallwood arrives with her sad tale that Sherlock spots his opportunity. He promises her that he will do everything in his power to stop Magnussen.

When she has gone, he spends the rest of the night thinking of what he was like before John. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. And they believed him. People always were so stupid. He slips back into the persona like it’s an old friend. Life is always so much easier when you convince others that you have never cared, and never will.

He speaks to his Homeless Network, and they recommend some man named Wiggins. Sherlock knows what needs to be done.

It has to be realistic. After all, it’s for a case.

Sniffle…

Fine. You made my morning. Sad. 

But about the violin – we do not see it once in HLV, do we? So the wedding is the last time he … 

To your rooms.

So well observed and so fucked up, you guys. You can come out of your rooms later on for ice cream.