My blood suddenly knows you’re gone.
Not sure if you’ve gotten the memo, but fuck Kitty Winter. Fuck her living in the brownstone. Fuck her being ‘hard at work’. Fuck her. And fuck this plotline until we get a better idea of how it’s going to bring Joan and Sherlock back together as partners and as friends with the kind of unbreakable connection we always thought they had. Because, in case you didn’t know, they’re the ones we care about. We can’t get excited about these miscellaneous characters because you’ve kind of fucked up the only ones we really care about in the end.
So stop trying to make Kitty Winter happen. It’s not going to happen.
edited to add: Fuck ‘Andrew’ as well.
I’m your sober companion.
You named a bee after me?
“If he really cares, and he’s really as smart as you say he is, tell me… why isn’t he the one telling you to move on?”
THIS. At all times, please. Forever reblog. And stare at. And cry a little inside.
Your words have never left me.I’ll miss it all, from the love to the lightningAnd the fire that was starting to sparkThe lack of it snaps me in two.
literally just found out tumblr upped their file size limit to 2MB a while ago. I’ve been creating all of my art all this time under 980KB like some sort of goddamned animal.
I’m going to miss this.
I recently saw a gifset from JLM’s work in Emma (clip). I’d just finished the S2 finale and for some reason the scene where he makes this speech seemed so appropriate to Joan and Sherlock.
I love that little birthmark on Joan’s (Lucy’s) neck. It’s so delicate and pretty.
My headcanon is that Sherlock loves it, too, even though he tries not to because of the comparison to Irene/Moriarty. But he’s a man of details and can’t help but see it and he loves it.
As far as I’m concerned, it never happened.
It’s like fucking Voldemort. The ship-that-shall-not-be-named.