SO i was going though the things I have in my google docs and
uh
that’s all that’s there
So I thought ”Hey, let’s have Sherlock and John buy Molly a bday present. Sherlock’s gift will be practical but inappropriate and John’s appropriate and “dull.” Yes, fun, how fluffy and nice.
But then.
What if Molly has sisters? What if she had two sisters, one older and another younger, named Lucy and Mary?
What if Mary Hooper had just gotten married and was now Mary Morstan?
And John meets Mary at the party and what the hell happens from there?
There’s going to be feels.
Affairs.
Sherlolly.
Mary/John.
No Johnlock.
Sorry, but I need a NONJOHNLOCK FIC RIGHT NOW, OKAY.
Thoughts?

Every Holmes Needs a Watson!
This is the shirt I made for/wore to Warped Tour 2012 :3
Doodles!
My god, I feel like this took about 12 years. Probably because I made it using picmonkey’s draw tool. Therefore no layers. And, well… yeah.
Sherlock needs to eat something, but he’d much rather taunt John with his purple shirt of sex.
“You… you told me once… that you weren’t a hero. There were times when I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so… there. I was so alone… and I owe you so much. But please, there’s just one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me, don’t me… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this…”
Um. Making this gave me so many feels. Agh.
Here’s that Sherlock video…
JESUS CHRIST.
WATCH THIS.
Guess what everyone! It’s reichenback just in time for some feels.
It hasn’t been updated.
The summary of the last chapter was “Until then, we wait.”
Never before have I seen a more accurate description of fanfiction.
*sigh*


I don’t think I’ve ever read a fanfiction that was so on point with the characters, so catching, so well written in my entire life.
Warning, tiny bit of Johnlock. Not much, most of it is focused on the emotional.
lololol<3
This is all your fault.
Thank you.



















