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I'm Olivia: a college student who writes fanfiction, reblogs too many fandoms to list and run the Johnlock Secret Admissions blog.

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lumos5001:

dr-archeville:

hufflepuffsquee:

dangerous-ladies:

escortcube:

You will address me as Captain or Ma’am by Ryoko-demon

It is so exceptionally hard to pull off that cartoony look, but this chick like… knocked it out of the park. Perfection.

OH MY GOD THIS COSPLAYER 

Untouchable by Ryoko-demon

Just follow your heart by Ryoko-demon

Crazy winter by Ryoko-demon

Where are You, Pikachu? by Ryoko-demon

My ferngully by Ryoko-demon

seriously JUST BROWSE HER GALLERY

Hollywood: “But we can’t make the costumes look like they do in the comic books or cartoons!  It’s too unrealistic!”

Me: “Lies!”

Hollywood: “It won’t look right!”

Me: “LIES!”

Hollywood: “Fans demand realism!”

Me: "YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIIIEEESSS!!!!!"

FERNGULLY THOUGH!!! SHE FREAKING DID CRYSTA FROM FERNGULLY!!!

I have no idea if you've finished requests or not (I'm sorry if you have!) but could you draw Sherlock surprising John in anyway possible? Thank you love! xx
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navydream:

have done it

and vice versa 

apitnobaka:

remember the good old day, sherlock?

[ insert flangst childhood-friends-to-lover backstory here ]

namara-ashina:

anotherwellkeptsecret:

Hi.

It had started out innocently enough. John had been sitting around, watching crap telly when one of those dancing programs had started up. Sherlock had immediately started up a running commentary on the various mistakes each contestant was making, becoming more and more critical as the program went on.

"You know, this is only a tryout episode,” John commented with a chuckle at Sherlock’s latest critique.

"Well I don’t even know why half of them even bothered to enter, the one before couldn’t count to save his life and this one has absolutely no sense of balance at all,” Sherlock replied scathingly as the current girl proceeded to fall on her arse.

"Since when did you become a dance expert anyways?" John asked with a quirk of his brow.

"I happened to take various lessons when I was younger," Sherlock replied nonchalantly as he leaned back in his seat.

"Any good then?"

"Of course I am."

John simply chuckled at the man’s arrogant tone, to which Sherlock raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Problem?"

"Let’s see it then," John said instead as he turned off the telly and gave his full attention to the consulting detective.

"You want me to dance for you?" Sherlock drawled, as though he had a number of better things to do.

"Problem?" John asked back.

Sherlock contemplated the doctor for a few seconds before springing from his chair, quickly and efficiently moving the furniture around so as to make space in the center of the room. John figured Sherlock would start some sort of dance at this point when suddenly the man was standing in front of him, a hand out in clear invitation.

"Sherlock?" John asked, rather confused at this turn of events.

"Problem?" he quipped back, a teasing glint in his eyes.

John simply sighed in amused resignation as he took the hand and helped himself up. “You realize I have no idea what I’m doing?” he asked as he waited for some sort of instruction.

"Just follow my lead," Sherlock replied as he placed John right hand on his shoulder and clasped his left with his own right, Sherlock’s left hand resting lightly near John’s hip.

It was rather awkward at first since John really had little experience dancing and kept accidentally trodding on Sherlock’s feet. Thankfully neither were wearing shoes so the missteps caused very little damage. Eventually though, the two fell into a comfortable rhythm of slowly spinning around the created space.

"Huh, it’s not so bad," John noted as he continued to watch his feet, desperately trying to avoid stepping on Sherlock’s toes again. 

"You know you’re supposed to look at your partner as you dance?" Sherlock chided teasingly causing John to look up to offer him a sheepish grin.

Only to find himself practically nose-to-nose with his flatmate.

"Hi," John absolutely did not squeak as the two came to a rather sudden standstill. 

"Hello," Sherlock replied in what sounded suspiciously very much like a purr. This close, John could clearly see the flush that adorned the taller man’s cheeks. Though whether that was from exertion or… something else, John wasn’t entirely certain as he licked his lower lip nervously, an action Sherlock avidly watched before quickly returning his gaze to John’s eyes and leaning forward.

Panicking slightly, John did the only thing he could think of and screwed his eyes shut, standing absolutely still as he waited for the inevitable. Which, apparently, turned out to be a quick peck on the cheek. 

Eyes flying wide open again, John felt… disappointed? Had he actually wanted to kiss Sherlock? Something on his face must have given him away because after a quick scan, Sherlock was leaning closer again.

Not quite as panicked this time, John let his eyes flutter shut as he waited for Sherlock to kiss him. On the corner of the mouth. The army doctor emphatically did not whine at being once again denied something he hadn’t even realized he wanted. Growing impatient, John simply grabbed the man’s collar and dragged him down so as to kiss him himself, something Sherlock seemed to have no problem with whatsoever as he brought up a hand to rest at John’s nape.

As far as first kisses went, it started off rather awkwardly with some teeth clacking and nose bumping. Eventually though, just like in their dancing, the two of them found a comfortable rhythm that lasted until they broke apart for some much needed air. 

"Problem?" John asked once he’d finally regained his breath, only to find Sherlock was staring at him rather attentively. The man in question simply continued to search John’s face for… something or another until he apparently found was he was looking for and broke into a wide grin.

"No," he replied, placing a soft peck on John’s forehead, "no problem at all."

Random thought re Mary Morstan:

eiael-thinks:

Her dual identity as a spy assassin and devoted wife is very reminiscent of Gabrielle Valladon // Ilse von Hoffmanstal in PLoSH. I know that Gabrielle/Ilse is normally equated with Irene Adler (and the ending of ASiB was very much a nod to the Wilder film) but I wonder if maybe they’re going back to Wilder again for Mary. 

cheese3d:

cheese3d:

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cheese3d:

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anyone please ask your crush out like this

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The thrilling answer

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and the awkward stupidity continues

baseball dude emails ghost boy to study together in the library

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bored with airplanes

data-acromantula:

livia-carica:

crimesolvinghusbands:

teapots-and-traditions:

upperechelondork:

can we just talk about how sweet and adorable Sherlock was when John came to look at the flat

He was so desperate to find someone to stay with him.

can we just talk about how you just made this happy post sad and the corner is that way

I legitimately just had a bit of a sniffle at that.

"Live with me and love me."
"That’s an order."

shinka:

the scene of sherlock looking at soldiers is so useless because bainbridge wasn’t there he was still on duty and sherlock knew that i mean sherlock and john were on the bench right in front of bainbridge

the scene is just there to show the audience how big sherlock’s military kink is

also we all know which soldier sherlock liked best because we saw him twice

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viwan themes