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marymorstran:

I do not have an airline. I have one jet. You cannot put one jet in a line.

marymorstran:

I do not have an airline. 
I have one jet.
You cannot put one jet in a line.
seven2012:

Sherlock in the morning with John
‘YOU ARE MY LOVE,MY LIFE’

seven2012:

Sherlock in the morning with John

‘YOU ARE MY LOVE,MY LIFE’

averyplumplum:

sherlockedart:

An Absent Soul
Federico Garcia Lorca
Neither the bull nor the fig tree know you,nor your horses, nor the ants under your floor.Neither the child nor the evening know you,because you have died for all time.The spine of rock does not know you,nor the black satin where you are ruined,Your mute remembrance does not know you,because you have died for all time.Autumn will come with its snails,grapes in mist, and clustered mountains,but no one will want to gaze in your eyes,because you have died for all time.Because you have died for all time,the same as all the dead of the Earth,the same as all the dead forgottenin a pile of lifeless curs.No one knows you. No. But I sing of you.I sing for others your profile and grace.The famed ripeness of your understanding.Your appetite for death, pleasure in its savour.The sadness your valiant gaiety contained.Not for a long time, if ever, will there be born,an Andalusian so brilliant, so rich in adventure.I sing his elegance in words that moan,and remember a sad breeze through the olive-trees.

*gasping* this is so beautiful it has sucked the air from my lungs for a moment.

averyplumplum:

sherlockedart:

An Absent Soul

Federico Garcia Lorca

Neither the bull nor the fig tree know you,
nor your horses, nor the ants under your floor.
Neither the child nor the evening know you,
because you have died for all time.

The spine of rock does not know you,
nor the black satin where you are ruined,
Your mute remembrance does not know you,
because you have died for all time.

Autumn will come with its snails,
grapes in mist, and clustered mountains,
but no one will want to gaze in your eyes,
because you have died for all time.

Because you have died for all time,
the same as all the dead of the Earth,
the same as all the dead forgotten
in a pile of lifeless curs.

No one knows you. No. But I sing of you.
I sing for others your profile and grace.
The famed ripeness of your understanding.
Your appetite for death, pleasure in its savour.
The sadness your valiant gaiety contained.

Not for a long time, if ever, will there be born,
an Andalusian so brilliant, so rich in adventure.
I sing his elegance in words that moan,
and remember a sad breeze through the olive-trees.

*gasping* this is so beautiful it has sucked the air from my lungs for a moment.

painlock:

things sherlock did for john:

  • jumped off the rooftop
  • survived tortures in serbia and quite possibly other countries
  • ran straight into the fire
  • agreed to be john’s best man even though his heart was breaking during the whole ceremony
  • let john live his new life even if that…
deductionbuttz:

You make me feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life

deductionbuttz:

You make me feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life

wasitelves:

"Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get dear old Johnny to fall in love with you. That is, he’s got to kiss you. Not just any kiss. The kiss of true love."
just imagine there’s a crazed Moriarty off-screen singing Poor Unfortunate Souls
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wasitelves:

"Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get dear old Johnny to fall in love with you. That is, he’s got to kiss you. Not just any kiss. The kiss of true love."

just imagine there’s a crazed Moriarty off-screen singing Poor Unfortunate Souls

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30 Day OTP Porn Challenge 29: First Time (in a flash back lol)
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duod:

John Watson, retired from Afghanistan royal dragon rider and medic, struggling through depression and curse, finds on the New Year’s eve a small and injured dragoness abandoned in one of the bins. He takes care of her and calls her Mary. One day, while flat hunting, they encounter Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and skilled alchemist, who’s Heart was stolen depriving him of his magical abilities and warmth. Will they find their strength to fight powerful sorcerer Moriarty? Will Sherlock recapture his Heart? Who had stolen it in the first place and what for?
Special thanks for misterbilbo, flamiekitten, beili and eventhorizon451 for cheering me up yesterday when i had to repaint it. Love you guys!

duod:

John Watson, retired from Afghanistan royal dragon rider and medic, struggling through depression and curse, finds on the New Year’s eve a small and injured dragoness abandoned in one of the bins. He takes care of her and calls her Mary. One day, while flat hunting, they encounter Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and skilled alchemist, who’s Heart was stolen depriving him of his magical abilities and warmth. Will they find their strength to fight powerful sorcerer Moriarty? Will Sherlock recapture his Heart? Who had stolen it in the first place and what for?

Special thanks for misterbilbo, flamiekitten, beili and eventhorizon451 for cheering me up yesterday when i had to repaint it. Love you guys!

liza-k:

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liza-k:

(x)

All we have is this moment.
Tomorrow’s unspoken, yesterday is history.
So why don’t you be here with me?
All we have is this moment to put a love into motion.

Be here with me now because the future is right now, right in front of you.
Don’t let the clock tell you what to do.
Our future is right now, I’m in front of you.
Baby don’t blink and miss.

stitchlock:

totallyplatoniceyecontact (c)

stitchlock:

totallyplatoniceyecontact (c)

my-citrus-pocket:

camillo1978:

The story: They meet during the filming of one of those music theory documentaries the BBC are so keen on. Virtuoso pianist, Mycroft Holmes, and legendary producer, D.J. Greg Lestrade.

It shouldn’t work. It really shouldn’t. But it does.

The picture: this is an unholy mixture of photo-manipulation with added filters (the background, the piano, the bodies), painting from scratch (the heads, the hands) and added painted accents to clothes and background. Primarily, it’s actually an exercise in graphic composition. I’m really happy with the shape of the piano and the blue textures.

Fantastic, in every way! :)

missdeliadili:

incurablylazydevil:

A Study in Pink vs The Celluloid Closet

a documentary on how motion pictures, especially Hollywood films, had portrayed gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender characters
(requested by sherlockeleven)

Exactly what Jawn and Sherlock are thinking!!!!