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The shirt seemed heavy until he saw there was another shirt inside it, the sleeves carefully worked down inside Jack’s sleeves. It was his own plaid shirt, lost, he’d thought, long ago in some damn laundry, his dirty shirt, the pocket ripped, buttons missing, stolen by Jack and hidden here inside Jack’s own shirt, the pair like two skins, one inside the other, two in one. He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.
via urukhai
a christmas day
“they all have gone to the party, bear”
“They all have gone to the party, bear.” Sherlock whispered, staring out of the large window of his room. Unopened presents spread across the floor, neatly organised. The moon shone down on both presents and Sherlock as he stared aimlessly into the garden. “They left me all alone.”
Sherlock stared at the bear as if he was actually replying to him. “They got me all these presents, bear, but I don’t want any of them.” His voice was sad as he tore his glance away from the bear. As if he was crying and refused to let the bear see his tears. “Nobody knew what I really wanted…”
Sherlock walked away from the window and fell onto his bed. The covers surrounding him like a sea. He didn’t bother kicking off his shoes or changing his clothes. Instead he just laid they, holding his bear close to him. “Do you want to hear a secret, bear?”
The bear’s head slowly moved up and down as Sherlock had planned.
“Good. Don’t tell anyone but all I wanted for Christmas was a friend.” Tears collected in his eyes before he quickly wiped them away. He never cried. Not at school when they picked on him for being different. Not when Mycroft stole his bear. Not even when Mummy told him off. This was stupid. “Well, least I have you, bear.”
He crawled under his covers, pulling his bear with him. “I just wish they’d stay with me.”
NO
NO IT’S NOT OKAY. OH GOD I’M CRYING. STOP IT. NOW.
via riddlemehiddleston
Waited long enough - Sherlock fanvid by LadySteena
AU long time after Reichenbach. Before returning Sherlock prepares John.
*sobbing uncontrollably in fetal position*
Holy shit, that was absolute amazingly well cut! Perfect!
jesus fuck i lost it 30 seconds in
Chills…chills all over my body!
ASDFGHJKL
IT SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL!!
if you need me i’ll be cutting out my heart, sprinkling it with my tears and sending it to the OP
SHIVERS
TEARS
MY HEART
THAT WAS BRILLIANTLY EDITED HOLY CRAP. I GOT THE GOOSEBUMPS!
THERE IS TOO MUCH TALENT IN THIS FANDOM
via thesherlochnessmonster
sherlock’s call to john (reichenbach fall)
via theducktahh-deactivated20120229
Let’s spare a thought for John Watson.
It’s not my Home Without You
It’s a late December evening, and the clouds are leaking light
The rain is holding steady as the day returns to night
I’m standing by your graveside, and it isn’t real for me
In my mind, you’ll be behind me, waiting as I turn around
But deep within my heart I know you’re deep within the ground
I long to feel you near me like you always were ‘cause this isn’t real for me
Chorus
I was so alone, and I owe you so much
You brought me back to life with your golden touch
I am down on my knees, just come back for me please
I’m still waiting for the punch line, for you to tell me it’s not true
I won’t return to Baker Street, ‘cause it’s not my home without you.
The skull you used to talk to still rests on the mantlepiece
Your eccentric way of seeking intellectual release
I’m glad that I could help you in the time we shared, in the way that you helped me
And I miss the sound of your violin ringing out each day
The sound is absent from my ears, ‘cause you no longer play
221b is just too quite now, and it isn’t real for me
I will not say goodbye
To all the memories I treasure
The ones I’ll keep safe
And the ones I’ll keep forever
I will never see you as anything
Other than the great man you were
via geothebio
