John, it is not time to “break it down now”.
Your friend just jumped off the roof of a hospital.
What the hell, John.
all the non-Sherlockians around me are complaining about how it’s taking such a long-ass time for their shows to come back
you have no idea
people do know that BBC!Sherlock doesn’t have a patent on the scarf or the cable-knit jumper, right
and Elementary can’t steal a fucking piece of clothing created a long time ago, right
and people wear scarves and cable-knit jumpers every day, right
and no one runs up to those people and screams “COPYRIGHT VIOLATION” in their face, right
Late to the Sheetlock party. I took a few leaves out of Reapersun’s book to try to improve my art this time.
Then these came up on my dash at about the same time as SheetLock:
At least they aren’t Spaceman Spiff briefs. But they are positively perfect for Sherlock to wear to Buckingham Palace.
And then THE QUOTE. It was like the gods of Gatiss and Moffat had just given me all of the materials to create the perfect crack fanart. Everything just fell into place.
Doctor Modson and Sherlock. Happy New Year, Sherlockians! Thanks for letting me in on the fun. It’s only a matter of hours now until series 2.
“Sherlock if you don’t get back here right now I swear mum will never even find your bones—”
Mycroft playing mother. Or at least babysitting. A la Bill Watterson.
And it must have been absolute hell to have Sherlock as a younger sibling. I don’t know how either of them survived.
Sherlock and Mycroft, aged 15 and 22, respectively, taken at Mycroft’s graduation of Queen Mary’s college. (suqua is to blame for that bit.)
Both Sherlock and Mycroft keep a copy of this photograph, though neither one will tell the other or even mention the occasion. Mycroft affectionately remembers this as the last time that he could get Sherlock to behave.
Before this recent Texts post, I wasn’t aware that Sherlock was afraid of snakes in canon.
Of course, that knowledge leads me to giggle too much and draw shit like this.
I don’t even know anymore.