• 29th January
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    2012
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marielikestodraw:

ivemissedsomething:

Benedict Cumberbatch (and Lara Pulver) talking about his ‘twiddling’ - how much he flipped random objects in the episode - during the commentary for A Scandal in Belgravia

(Don’t stop Benedict! I love your twiddling lol xD)

Oh My God he’s such a dork :D

  • 22nd January
    2012
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a fic about Sherlock and John sharing a bed that is actually not slash and I am dead serious

sigtryggr:

Sherlock had taken to undressing again, but now he stopped, blinked, looked sideways at John. Sherlock didn’t move, and his leg was still awkwardly suspended in the air, fingers on his shoelaces, frozen while untying them, but the man’s balance was good enough he could stay like that the whole night if he wanted to. And that wasn’t even a joke. Sometimes John wondered — absently or angrily, it depended — what planet Sherlock’d come from, but he always realised that, in the entire cosmos, only humanity could have produced something so completely bizarre as Sherlock Holmes. The thought made him smile. The thought had also kept him from just up and leaving on more than one occasion.

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  • 22nd January
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Lestrade still calls John in for cases. Not always. Just a few ones here and there. John doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know why he comes, either.

Some officers are new. They don’t know him. But they know Sherlock’s story. At one crime scene one of them says, “If we still had that freak, I’d probably be having dinner now.” John doesn’t even think about the punch he lands instantaneously.

He’s sent out, but he’s the one who gets an apology. His fist is still shaking when he makes it past the crime scene tape. A familiar voice makes him turn around. Too familiar, after all this time.

“And you wonder why people always talk.”

Everything about Sherlock looks the same and John wonders if it’s his mind playing tricks on him. Even the coat is very similar, but it can’t be that one. He has it hanging at the back of his wardrobe.

The man’s very close now. John turns away but when he looks back, he’s still there. Sherlock is standing in front of him.

“You kept the flat,” he said.

“Well, yes, it’s true.” His voice is steady and he’s thankful. “Mrs. Hudon, you know. I, I couldn’t—”

“I missed you, too.”

He stares and Sherlock looks back. It’s too much and John tries not to smile. He moves, walks away. And for once, Sherlock’s the one who follows.

(via pati79)

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