the first thing I thought of when i saw this

was this

To "celebrate" the one year anniversary of The Reichenbach Fall, let's look at some anagrams.

Victor Trevor changes in my head a lot between

Charles Mesure

and this asshole

so head canon, if this Victor character is nice it’s usually Tom, but Texts-Victor looks like Charles.

Idk.
This is my head canon. 

impossible-astronauts:

~angele-s

“You don’t mind then. People knowing?”

“Not a bit.”

“Good. I want to tell the world…”

“How romantic.”

“…I’m shagging John Watson.”

“Slightly less romantic.”

this must be about the 43rd time I’ve read this one

but

omfg

it’s so good

i really need some more Sherlock and John stuck in the middle of nowhere fics

it’s what i’m feeling

have any good ones?

These Hands.

scientificdeduction:

At three years old, Sherlock has tiny hands. They are a bit pudgy and soft and porcelain white with a blush of healthy pink, and it is expected they will never, in their lifetime, see a proper hard day’s work. He uses them to cling to his nanny and his elder brother and to the stuffed bear he, in his already matter of fact tone, simply calls “Bear.” These hands are expected to grow, to grab, to terrorise whatever they touch as is his wont to break and to examine. He is curious and clever, and he wishes to take apart everything, to explore even the simplest of concepts. He is naughty and mischievous. These hands are quick to find what they are not permitted to touch. No one holds these hands.

At nine years old, Sherlock’s hands more closely resemble a little girl’s hands than a little boy’s. He has been taking violin lessons since he reached the age of five, and his fingertips are calloused and deft. He holds petri dishes and dissects frogs and toads. He writes his findings in the moleskin notebook Mycroft gave him for his last birthday, his fingers gripping the too large pen improperly. His handwriting is atrocious. He has already gained a little white scar on his left index finger where he was not careful enough with a scalpel while conducting his dissections. He is graceful, especially for a nine year old boy, but he has much to learn in the area of precision and technique. He understands the importance of his sensory system, and he knows that touch is important in his endeavors to acquire exact information. Sherlock experiments with his hands. These hands have found the truth, but he discovers he does not like the answer. These hands, accompanied by his eyes and his ears, and his mouth, expose the truth his father has been hiding. No one is appreciative of the efforts these hands have made. No one holds these hands.

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