Sherlock Holmes - Blog Posts
"En attendant la diffusion de la saison 3 de Sherlock en France !"
"While waiting for season 3 of Sherlock on french TV !"
Oh Mon Dieu ! SHERLOCK ! Je suis tellement fan !
Merde... je suis mort !
Molly Hooper : THE WOMAN !
Sherlock Holmes: -"Les héros n'existent pas !"
...sauf dans les rêves de Molly Hooper Sherlock !
Souvenirs de "North Gower Street" ! 10/09/13
"Jusqu'où Sherlock est-il prêt à aller pour résoudre un crime ?"
"Solve all the crimes, his big obsession !"
-A new case involve a new vilain ! And a gay bad guy would be so exciting !
Sherlock Holmes and Watson are walking around London when a cat jumps on Watson and pees on him
"Oh bloody hell" says an upset Watson, "my shirt is ruined"
"Well, you got to take it up with the owner", says Sherlock calmly.
"I've no clue who the owner is!" shouts Watson, still angry.
"Well, my dear Watson", says Sherlock, "You are pissed on and pissed off at the same time, it's Schrödinger's cat"
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Ok, but what if Sherlock's brother was named John Watson Holmes (probably a younger brother) and when he started playing Minecraft his username was Mycraft but when he found out much it annoyed his brother Sherlock he leaned in to it and now his hacker persona is Mycroft (hacking could be a modern job that would give him a place in the government, the ability to find clues that Sherlock can't find easily, and the attitude of "can't be bothered to step away from his desk to follow up on something)
An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.
Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.
(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)
John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.
It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.
Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.
His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.
His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.
He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.
The fact that I don't even know which version these two are from-
I'm attempting to make a screenshot game inspired by @sherlockchallenge's theme of Lamp
Alrighty! I have a few so let's get into it.
1) (I have a post about it but imma write it again) Louis one time had a heart episode so painful he thought he might actually (only fainted though). He didn't tell William the extent of the pain cause that day his brother wasn't with him and he knows that would throw William off/increase his already big fear/concern
I have actually written a fanfic based on that headcanon on AO3, it is called "my most hidden secret". You can check it out if you like ☺️
2) Louis oftentimes likes to joke about not "having" any involvement in the whole scheme. He is like:"they just found me in an orphanage, I don't know what you're talking about🤷♂️"
3) regarding languages that they might know
Moriarthree : French
Moran: French and very little Norwegian (learnt a song so he could impress someone, *cough*Louis*cough*that song Loki sang in the series*cough*)
Bond/Irene :Spanish
Patterson: Italian
Sherlock: German
(I haven't thought about the rest 😔)
4) When Albert sleeps, he sometimes makes an angry frown (reason: Who knows?)
5) Sherlock break-dances
6) Louis actually curses more than he lets others believe (entertaining? Worrisome? You choose.)
7)Louis can sing very well. When younger and accompanied by William in the piano, they provided entertainment for guests in the Rockwell mansion (I believe I forget their name but oh well😭)
8) (in the context of a relationship) Moran is very fond of Louis' scar. It is one reason why, when sharing a bed, Moran insists he sleeps on the left side so that when they face each other, he can touch/kiss/caress it
9) Fred brings cats home every two weeks
And that concludes my presentation ✨
What are some of your favorite headcanons for Moriarty the Patriot characters?
Sherlock: Everything is wrong! The stress of this case, has caused me to go into a depression.
Louis: Depression? Isn't that just a fancy word for feeling "bummed out"?
Sherlock: Louis, you ignorant slut!
Sherlock & John
not arcane related but I am currently watching Sherlock for the first time ever and I am crashing tf out <3
them not being endgame might just be my villain origin story
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lil bonus:
Masterlist
Lorraine Warren
- That's my wife! Even better!
Sherlock Holmes
- Proof of love
- A little time off
Patti LuPone
- Sunflower 🌻 (Lilia Calderu)
- Premonition 🦋 (Lilia Calderu)
- Drawings of you (Lilia Calderu)
- Surprise
I'll definitely add more to the list as I progressively write and I also accept requests :)
Proof of love ♡
Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader
Prompt: After y/n gets a little stressed about her and Sherlock's relation and— Well, Sherlock shows her how he really loves her ;)
Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20s and Sherlock in his 30s), p in v, unprotected sex, fluff, creampie
A/n: I need Sherlock in my life so badly 😩
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Sherlock and I just arrived home after attending a high society party so we could unfold more information about this recent case. Enola and Tewkesbury were there too, the first working on her case as well and the later was there on work behalf as he is a Lord and has his duties as one.
Enola was clearly bothered with all the feminine attention Lord Tewkesbury was given. I couldn't censure her as I was feeling the same towards Sherlock and all those ladies around him asking for a dance, their hands all over my man. Enola and I just rolled our eyes and focused on our cases ignoring each woman who approached the men.
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Sherlock opened the door to his apartment and we walked in, I was clearly frustrated and it didn't slip Sherlock's gaze "You alright, darling?" he asks tenderly and cautiously.
I turn to him and see his concern "Yes, love, everything's alright." I say, even though I was lying. Those interactions all night long made me feel easily discarded and replaced.
Sherlock and I relationship was somewhat recent, we were only together for half a year and yet none of us dared to say those three simple words.
I can say that I care for him deeply, I got really attached to his personality, behaviour, the manner he works and thinks, his papers all around his apartment in a perfectly messy way, the way he played the violin when wanted to relax and get lost for a moment.
I truly fell for this exquisite detective, but I didn't dare to say those words to his face as I was afraid he wasn't feeling what I was. So I kept it to myself until now.
Sherlock frowns and follows me to our shared room "Darling, I know you and I can tell something is up." he says with concern in his voice as I try to unzip my dress, ending to ask him for help on it. He gladly does "Please talk to me." his voice wavering a bit making me look at him worriedly.
I sigh seeing his saddened face as I've never seen him like this. Getting closer to him I lay my hands, one on each side of his face and look deep into his eyes with tenderness "It is nothing important of concern, honey." I say softly, trying to brush it off.
But then again, Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes without discovering the truth "It is concerning you and if it is concerning you, it is concerning me." he says pointing between us as he talks "Please, don't leave me in the dark, dove." he says while holding my gaze and I gave in and told him everything I was feeling at the party and when all the female attention is on him, how replaceable I feel, how dischargeable, how ridiculous.
I was now sitting at the end of our bed with my head hanging as my eyes freely released tears while looking at our hands interlocked on my lap "Oh, dear, why haven't you talked about this with me?" he asks caringly, I sniff and he brings his index finger and thumb to my chin, lifting it so I could look into those blue pools "I didn't want to overreact." I say barely above a whisper, he smiles softly "It's not overreacting dear and I assure you here that I have only eyes for you, my beautiful girl." he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek afterwards and cleaning the remaining of my tears with his thumb.
"Prove it then." I blurt out shocking myself with my boldness, but nonetheless Sherlock chuckles darkly making me shiver "With pleasure, darling." he says as he leans over me making me lay down on the mattress behind me.
Now hovering over me he caresses my sides teasingly as his lips brush mine. No words were said as he connects strongly and lovingly his lips to mine eliciting a moan from me. He starts lowering his hands as his lips move to my neck and collarbone, teasing and marking all the soft spots.
I was already on my undergarments making me start to take off his clothes as he's still fully clothed, first his jacket, then his tie and vest, his shirt and belt were now off and he pulled down his pants discharging them somewhere in the room.
"Please, I need you." I say tugging at the waistband of his underwear, he chuckles "Eager are we?" he asks making me flush as I nod. He frees himself as I take off of me the remains of my underwear.
Now both fully naked we scan each others body "You're so beautiful." he growls caressing my side with his fingertips before capturing my lips while aligning himself with my entrance. As he enters me my mouth falls open and a moan echoes through the room "Oh dear." he says against my ear, his arms each on either side of my body, his hands behind my back, flat on my shoulder blades as he moves lovingly in and out of me.
My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer as my nails dig into his back certainly leaving some scratches over it. Both breathing heavily and moaning into each other's ears; I love this man so much.
Sherlock speeds up his pace hitting a wonderful spot inside me over and over "Yes, honey, don't stop!" I say gasping sensing the tension building up each time he pounds into me. He then gets on his knees bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders, I cry out in pleasure as he groans pounding strongly "I'm so close, Sherlock." I say, my legs start to tremble with the feeling.
With a few more pushes and I'm taken over the edge, Sherlock following, spilling his seed into me "Ah, Sherlock!" I say pushing him down and kissing his lips eagerly and then softly. As he pulls away he brushes against my lips, whispering "I love you." I froze and look up at him "What?" I breathe out starstruck about his confession, his eyes widen as he realized he just confessed his feelings for me out loud.
I bring my hand to his cheek and caress it, I smile before letting out a soft chuckle as my eyes fill with happy tears. I lift my head so I could reach his slightly trembling lips and close the gap, the kiss is slow, tender and filled with love, as we were telling without words 'I love you'.
Slightly I pull away and whisper against his lips "I love you too." his eyes widen slightly hearing the words slip like honey from my mouth making me smile lovingly at the man still above me.
Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader
Prompt: Y/n gives Sherlock a time out of the work
Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20s and Sherlock in his 30s), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie
A/n: Hey! It's my first work here on Tumblr! So please be nice, thank you <3 Also I'm open to requests! (Character or not, male or female x femreader :3)
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The smell of tobacco coming from the smoking pipe invaded my nostrils, which made me look over towards the man sitting on his chair while concentrating on the papers scattered all over the desk in front of him. A frown on his face and the smoking pipe dangling from his lips, his hair a little ruffled from the many times he passed his hands over it.
My face softens and a smile forms on my lips, it is amazing how this man can be even more handsome when he doesn't care, but what is truly remarkable is how the so famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, can't figure out the feelings I nurture for him, for I don't even try to hide them.
Realizing that I am staring I shake my head and look back at the tangling lines on the map securing some clues in certain places.
Nonetheless, I can't take the man present in the same room out of my head. How we both need some rest, so I decide to take matters into my hands.
With my heart hammering into my ribcage I approach Sherlock from the side "Any luck?" I ask, trying to gain more time so my restless heart wouldn't jump out through my mouth. The man closes his eyes while sighing "None. This man is playing with us, he's always a step ahead." he says now looking directly at me.
Taking a deep breath I approached him more "Maybe we need some rest, so we could think straight. In the early morning is better than the late night, Sherlock." I say trying to convince him, but he doesn't listen to me "No, I need to solve this. You go rest, y/n. You deserve it." he says getting back to his papers.
I roll my eyes annoyed and turn his chair towards me so he could be face to face with me "You deserve to rest as well." I say firmly while staring at his blue eyes.
Sherlock seems surprised by my behavior "Y/n, I-" he tries to say but I stop him by putting my index finger in front of his lips "No 'but', no nothing. Rest." I demand. He opens his mouth again to talk so I straddle him, our faces now centimeters away "No 'but's." I say seductively, his body tenses under mine "Y/n-" he gulps, my heart roaring on my chest, my nerves are above the scale, but I keep my composure, firm, sexy and confident.
A wave of pure confidence floods over me and in a second I close the gap between us, my mind racing with a million thoughts all at once, my heart ripping out of my chest and the air on my lungs no longer existing. Until I felt Sherlock hands grabbing firmly my waist, pulling me closer and his lips moving hungrily against mine.
I started grinding against him, which made his hands grip my hips. His touch feels electric against my body. A needy moan escapes between my lips and as a result of, Sherlock hands move to my thighs, slowly, painfully, teasingly, moving towards my center.
"Please." I breathe out against his lips, he looks at me, his eyes dark with desire "Please what, darling?" his voice seductively low and raspy "I need you." I say tugging his hair softly while keeping my hip movements. I can feel him hard against my center "Then take me." Sherlock says daringly, that's all I needed to hear.
My hands move to his pants unbuttoning them and releasing him, I can feel myself dripping at his sight. With one hand I grab him and slowly stroke him, teasing him, pulling a guttural groan out of Sherlock, his head falls back against the chair. My other hand is pulling my undergarments off of me and when I'm fully free I stop my movements and look deep into Sherlock eyes "You sure about this?" I ask him "I've dreamed of this moment, darling. I'm truly certain about this." the man says while squeezing my thighs, his eyes darting between my eyes and lips.
I cup his face so I could bring him closer to seal our lips together in a heated kiss. He lets out a groan when one of my hands grabs him while centering with me. Moving my body down slowly I feel his tip entering me, my head falls to his shoulder, my mouth wide as he keeps filling me up, his head back and his eyes shut, while a soft moan escapes his soft lips.
When he's fully inside me I wait a moment so I can adjust to his size, Sherlock on the other hand starts displaying open mouth kisses from my neck to my collarbone, his hand rips the corset buttons open and then pulls my blouse down so my breasts are fully disposed to him. He moans at the sight before attaching his lips to my right nipple, making my head fall back as my hand goes to the back of his head, nuzzling my fingers into his hair, pulling his head even more towards me.
My hips start moving slowly causing Sherlock and I to groan in synchrony "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about this." He says against my breasts looking up at me like a lost puppy, the sight mixed with the words he said brings out a chuckle from me "And here I thought you were the best detective of all time." I say beginning to move up and down, filling me up each time I move down, his tip hitting a wonderful spot every single time.
"Bloody hell, y/n. You feel wonderful." Sherlock says grabbing my hips so he could help me with the movements "Yes, Sherlock, just like that." I say feeling the pressure building up on my lower abdomen.
I start to move sloppily and out of coordination so Sherlock circles my waist with his arms pulling me closer to him, our bodies sticky with sweat, he starts moving his hips up and down with deep and faster trusts which makes me stop my own movements and scream out "Sherlock!" He bites my neck sucking right after, certainly leaving a love mark.
"That's it darling, cum for me." His deep raspy voice demands on my ear and it was all I needed to go over the edge, my body trembles with ecstasy, but nonetheless Sherlock keeps his movements, a little more sloppier than before "Good girl. Now are you going to make daddy cum as well?" He asks making me moan at his words "Yes." I say and he slaps my butt cheek "Yes what?" Sherlock asks with his deep voice "Yes, daddy." I say biting my bottom lip "That's my good girl. I'm gonna fill you up with my seed and you're going to take it all." He says grabbing my chin and forcing me to look right at his blown irises "Yes, daddy, give me everything." I say feeling my second orgasm building up.
All that is heard on the loft is the encounter of our skins, the sounds of my juices dripping all over him "Shit- Sherlock, I'm close!" I say as my walls clench around him and I could tell his near too. A few more deep trust and his hot liquid is filling me up while my body shakes almost violently with my second ecstatic moment.
After coming down from our highs I lay my forehead against his, a smile plastered on my lips, our breaths shaky and heavy. Sherlock chuckles and kisses me softly "What if we take this to the bedroom?" His suggestive tone makes me chuckle "Lead the way." I say before he lifts me up in his arms while getting himself up from his chair, making our way to the bedroom.
happy birthday sir Arthur Conan Doyle. As your present, I Drew that guy you really hate again
Thank you for making such fire books
Don’t kill me this is a shitpost
having a smart woman follow you back is so scary bc it’s like what if she finds out that im stupid
honestly kudos to Elementary for gender swapping John Watson in what we all thought was an attempt to make johnlock palatable to the masses and then proceeding to not only make them entirely platonic but also become the ONLY modern adaptation where i actually feel like them being platonic makes complete sense
I am SICK and TIRED of adaptations that make Holmes out to be a huge asshole. He wasn't! He cared about his clients, his homeless network, Mrs. Hudson, and obviously about John. What he was was autistic, and Doyle didn't have a word for it back then. So modern adaptations making him a dick is not only annoying, it's hugely ableist, and in this essay I will
She’s just as unstable, but not as obvious, because she’s trying to distract her own problems with his problems. (Lucy Liu on Joan Watson)
The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1986) Granada Television - s1e7 - The Six Napoleons
Ive seen gif sets of this but it does not do it justice, the lestraAAde takes me out
i need to know how much of the incredible masterpiece that was the second stain episode was improvised!! all of holmes's little quirks and funny noises and impulsive dancing around is GOLD😭🫶
life changing visuals - sherlock holmes mewing :D
*dramatic sweep*
she's just a girl and she's on fireeee
nope nope nope walk away nope
*flops down on murder-induced bloodstain*
that coat of his is a paid actor
WAHEYYYYY
Happy Granadaversary!
Forty-one years ago today, the Granada adaptation of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes began with A Scandal In Bohemia, and a legend was born.
Reading Sherlock Holmes and there are so many scenes where Holmes is just at the foot of Watson’s bed, wide awake at a questionable hour like, “Hello, my dear Watson! I have studied bicycles all night!” What a little cryptid.
If your adaptation of these stories makes him an unkind jerk you never understood him in the first place.
One thing that so many people get wrong about Holmes is saying that he’s anti-social and bad with people. He’s awkward, of course, in a very classically autistic way, but when it comes down to it, he’s actually pretty good with people a lot of the time. How do we know this? He has a shocking number of acquaintances who are fiercely loyal to him.
There’s Watson, obviously, but then there are the Baker Street Irregulars, who are clearly in it for more than the pay he gives them - they always seem delighted to help him. Across various stories, Watson runs into a number of people who do whatever he wants as soon as he so much as mentions Holmes’ name. Many of their cases could only be solved because Holmes has a network of convenient people who will do basically anything for him. We don’t know what Holmes did to earn such loyalty, but we can guess - he helped them. He was kind to them. We know that he is often much kinder to the outcasts and downtrodden of society than anyone expects him to be, because we see it in his behavior.
I think that this really ties in so neatly with Holmes being both autistic and queer (however you choose to read his queerness). He doesn’t care about the rules of “polite” society, so he often insults people who consider themselves his superiors. But he is always kind to those who aren’t used to receiving kindness from the world, because he knows what that feels like. That’s why the Irregulars love working for him - he makes them feel important! Honorable! Invaluable to his heroic work! He treats them with respect that no one else in the world gives them, and it’s not just because he’s trying to get something out of them. He actually respects them.
And above all, we know that he isn’t antisocial or bad with people, because Watson loves him so much. Watson, who is by all means a much more well-adjusted member of society, is more loyal to this weird little man than he is to his own country, which he literally got shot fighting for. Because Holmes has earned his love and loyalty. Because he’s a good person. And even if he’s bad at the official rules of polite society, he’s good at being kind. And that’s what really matters.
