so just to be clear, both Sherlock and Morland Holmes have deep feelings of affection and admiration for a beautiful, powerful woman of asian descent?

totally called the “plot twist” this episode, as soon as I saw the promo pics but still mad and sad about it. would have been worth it if we’d gotten a joan/sherlock hug but oh well. beggars can’t be choosers I suppose. 

saint-hatice:

Look I dont…I dont even like proper GO here but no one will ever come close to joanlock. No pairing will ever be able. Whether its platonic or romantic its surpassed the limiting box of each, it has become more and so much deeper than all of that. Dont get me wrong they should still bang but like the RICHNESS of this relationship has been achieved with absolutely no other piece of media. I watched season 6 (? I think?) and nothing will ever come close “we’re partners” “we’re much better than that. We’re two people who love each other” and ThEn“l was dying and no one could see it but you. You saved me, Joan.” The FLAVOUR that has??? The emotional rawness and sincerity? That love stripped back, stripped down, made complete as a goddamn diamond and as central as the fucking sun, as true, as eternal? I’m ascending

another episode where Joan and Sherlock spend all of 5 minutes together??? ugh

myqueenlucyliu:

Should I ship them? But ♥️♥️♥️ their genuine friendship and how tender they are to each other

I’m so so happy with the finale tbh but if there was one thing I’d ask for, it would have been a one-year-later scene with Arthur and Sherlock. It would have made this whole series for me. Like maybe when Sherlock comes back from the funeral, Arthur runs up to him, yelling “Uncle Sherlock!” And he picks the boy up. The rest of the scene continues in the same way, except Arthur is in Sherlock’s arms.

May 4 Prompt - First Night

“You okay?” Sherlock asked drowsily. 

“Mm hmm,” she replied and snuggled in closer to him. She was surprised how comfortable this felt, how natural it was. “You?” she asked him.

“Very much so,” came his whispered answer. His hand came out from beneath the covers and came to rest gently on the back of her head. His bare legs shifted underneath to allow her to get closer. 

She smiled into his chest as warmth enveloped her.

~ from Stirring the Ashes

Thank you to @possibility221 for rec’ing my old fic for today’s prompt. I couldn’t come up with anything so I did a quick drawing.

Joan was standing at the kitchen counter when Sherlock came up close behind her and spoke almost in her ear. 

“I’m going to put my arms around you Watson, with your permission.” Permission of course was not necessary. The stating of intentions was more of a playful vestigial habit, a remnant from years past when their relationship changed and they found ways to maneuver over and around boundaries. 

Joan smiled and leaned back into him as his arms encircled her waist. 

He placed a tiny kiss at her neck. “The boys at the precinct send their regards.”

She placed her hand over his and enjoyed the moment before she spoke, “I wonder why no one has ever asked us … ”

“Asks us about what?” he murmured against the curve of her cheek.

Joan turned in his arms to face him and he reluctantly pulled away from the soft sweetness of her. His bewildered look prompted her to place a gentle kiss on his furrowed brow. She lay her head beneath his chin and snuggled in. “About this …." 

"Ahhh… simple really.” He held on to her and swayed slightly as he continued, “Firstly, we are the soul of discretion. No PDAs. No haptic hints. Secondly, and most importantly the thought that you would ever have anything to do me, outside of a professional relationship, is ludicrous. No one would believe it even if I told them. You are intelligent, beautiful, gracious, kind and beloved by all. While I… I am an odd-looking ass that nobody likes. You, to use the vernacular, are way out of my league.”

“Oh come on…” she looked up at him and chided, “I don’t think you’re odd looking."  A smile spread on her face as he winced. "I sometimes wonder if it’s not just some sort of racism or prejudice or something?” Her tone grew serious and she once more hid her face against him.

“You mean because I’m British?” His attempt at humor was met with silence and he realized this was upsetting her. “I would not be at all adverse to making our relationship public … the first person who dares make a comment, dies.”

“Sherlock!” She chastised him and squeezed him tight. “Thank you but, no. We don’t need anyone’s validation…. I have everything I need right here.”

He bent his head and whispered in her ear. She nodded. Sherlock took her hand and they walked into his bedroom. 

Originally posted March 2017