Status Updates From The Progress of Sherlock Ho...

How many people need to see a doctor on a Sunday morning shortly after the crack of dawn? Surely they can wait. Surely they can go to hell.

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John and Mary are in very different places, sitting here in her Clapton flat. She is controlled and affecting nonchalance; he is loose and vulnerable, comfortable. Unwound. Open. He is by nature honest with those he loves; she is by nature dishonest. Mismatch. She’s holding a gun to his head. He’s leaning into it. Disaster.

or you are just jealouse sherlock

“You require exposure to danger, or exposure to the potential for danger. I provide that. Somewhere between four and six days away from exposure to potential danger brings on the limp. If you see me at least twice a week, the limp will not return.”

*cough* *cough*

so smooth

He will discover at some point later on that I had his initials engraved on it, just under the handle. Small letters: JHW, placed so he can run his fingers over them when he’s bored. He won’t notice now. He’ll notice later on, when he’s at home, and runs his fingers over the brushed metal.


AWWW

"Red is the colour of ripeness, of sexual readiness. Is that why the red sky is considered romantic? Does it remind (potential?) lovers of exposed and engorged genitalia?"

thannks sherlock

"Hearts look reddish when you first see them inside a body, but once cleaned of blood, they’re predominantly yellowish, like chicken skin."



no one told me hearts were yellow


i feel like my entire life has been a lie

His face: so full of compassion, of care, of everything beautiful and pure in this world. How does he do it? How can he hold his heart in his hands like that without leaving a trail of blood everywhere he goes?
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Oh my HEART.