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padawan!maul au

Sherlock and John.

started stimming while drawing this fr

Nathan Fillion gif hunt

Under the cut are #234 gifs of Nathan Fillion. None of these gifs were made by me.

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distraction

cw: violence, blood

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"Let's make this interesting." The voice is rough, unfamiliar. Masculine. Whoever has them—and, to be fair, the list of possibilities is quite long, they've made a great deal of enemies over the years—it's not anyone John recognises.

The room is badly lit, but John can see well enough to catch Sherlock rolling his eyes. He almost laughs, but his heart is thundering against his ribs and there is blood dripping from somewhere in his hairline and he'd prefer they both save the snark for when they're well away from this dank, foul-smelling basement.

A faint light blooms from somewhere behind them. Phone screen. They're being recorded.

Well. That doesn't bode well.

"Hit him," the man says.

"Yeah?" John asks, squaring his shoulders. He licks his lips. "And why would I possibly do that?"

Cold steel at the back of his head. The click of a safety. In front of him, Sherlock takes an aborted step forward, then freezes, hands held out in front of him in a placating gesture.

smoooooch

Poker Face is really good y’all

This show... It's a masterpiece.

Basil of Baker Street

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Stranger than Fiction

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46915045

by Sam_the_Skald

John Watson sits in a coffee shop trying to write in his blog at his therapist’s request. It… isn’t going well. Thankfully, a stranger plays some lovely impromptu violin music and lights a spark or two.

Words: 983, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46915045

What the hell, I JUST POSTED THIS hahahahaha Thank you so much!!

imagining sherlock tho stumbling out into the hallway after he winks at john like heart going wild, adrenalin surging, his tum in knots, his palms are sweaty as all hell and he’s just like “holy crap he’s hot, ooooh my god did that go well? i think that went well. oh god what if he doesn’t come tomorrow? what if he does? oh my god” 

Why does this look to me like they’re starting a musical number

put that violin back where it came from or so help me

so help me

so help me

and cut

it’s a work in progress

You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like. Mean and scary?