Based on this intriguing piece of art by Axiniana.

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The shot had been loud enough to make him flinch, even though he knew it was coming.

He was the one pulling the trigger, after all.

( Sherlock watched as Jim Moriarty jerked, a flicker of surprise passing over his face as he pressed his hands to his side. )

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Filled for THIS PROMPT HERE on the Sherlock BBC kink meme.

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"Hello cupcake" a voice sounds from just outside the doorway and Greg looks up from his paperwork.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" he smiles at the unexpected visitor, standing up and walking around his desk to met him at the open door.

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The other day I was derping around on the ever so wonderful Cabin-Pressure  and I came across some lovely artwork by roanoah - being rather bored, I asked if could use and abuse her talent to practice my photoshop colouring. What can I say? i'm like a four year old with a box of crayons. Anyway, HERE is the link to the gorgeous originals; please do go and ( Read more... )

So, I have a Tumblr now. And I have absolutely no idea how to use it. But I thought I should let you know that it's there. For some reason.

Yup.

Have a slightly scary, but oh-so-brilliant Arthur gif.


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Sometimes i have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going with my life, and I hate it.

I'm currenly at University, studying all the things that I (supposedly) love - and i'm not enjoying it at all. These are meant to be the best years of my life and at the moment, I just want to press fast forward. It's like a movie i've never seen before, and I' ( Read more... )

Based on this amazing piece of fanart by mariemjs

Quick, go leave lots of comments and love. IT IS WELL DESERVED.

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It’s over, now.

( Baker Street hasn't changed much )

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A/N: written for the prompt that yourebrilliant  (who is, indeed brilliant) posted in Make Me a Monday - week 45. Enjoy! :)

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Sherlock Holmes pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to three, doing his best not to yell at the man in front of him. It was a Friday afternoon, nearing on Friday evening and this bumbling fool had been looking through the shop’s ( Read more... )