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"It’s not like it is in the movies. There’s not a great, big, spurt of blood and you go flying backwards."
I don’t really like how this turned out but idk what else to do. Oh well. :T
Some books I love because they make me think.
Some books I love because they make me feel.
But the very, very, very best and the very, very, very rarest books are the ones that do both.
The Consulting Detective and his Doctor.
THIS FREAKING BLEW MY MIND, I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT IT WAS REAL
but then I saw the description and now i’m doubting my level of guliblleness
I don’t usually reblog this type of things but…wow…amazing.
I’m covered in goosebumps.
WWII! Sherlolly (cont’d)
The sound of her name makes her stop just as she’s leaving her shift at Barts, turning towards the voice behind her.
Her eyes widen and she lifts her hand to her mouth with a gasp.
"Sherlock," she breathes as she takes in the man before her —her husband.
"Molly," he says and she can’t believe how simply wonderful it was to hear her name in his voice, never realizing until this very moment that it’s the sounds she loves most. The letters they’d written to each other over the last year and a half float to the front of her mind, making her completely unprepared for the swell of emotions that seeing him again bring up.
"Is it really you?" she asks, stepping towards him and placing her hand on his cheek. "Why didn’t you tell me?"
His eyes shut at her touch automatically and tears gather in her eyes. “It’s short leave, didn’t even know about it myself until it was too late to even wire and I…wanted to surprise you.” The last part of his sentence was said so quietly, that Molly wasn’t sure she’d really heard it.
Later she would ask more questions of him, and they would work out just how much leave he had and how they would spend it, but all that had to wait.
Molly dropped her things carelessly on the street and threw her arms around her husband, bringing their lips together in th way that she’d dreamed and ached for the last year and half without him. He quickly reciprocated, sliding his arms around her and holding her to him tightly.
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Hand Studies : Sherlock Holmes
I needed to practice drawing hands so I sketched each in a 4X4 box and compiled them. All of them are from references.
Aside from that, I have to do practice drawing directly on tablet. But I think eventually got the hang of it on last box :P
i keep seeing that text post that’s like “my favorite sherlock AU is happy together in 221b” and it’s so accurate
Molly stood on her tiptoes, her lips pressed to his.
The train whistled and reluctantly, they parted. She blinked up at him in the dim early morning light. He really was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And to think that a week ago, she didn’t know he existed.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek again before giving her a small smile, exposing the dimples in his cheeks. “I’ll see you around, Molly Hooper.”
"Holmes," she corrected with a small smile of her own.
Sherlock chuckled at that and stepped back towards the waiting train. “Molly Holmes.”
He winked at her as the fog grew in the space between them. She twisted the thin gold ring on her finger as he stepped into the train that would take him away from her. Maybe they were crazy, jumping into marriage just days after meeting, but no one knew what tomorrow would bring, so what was the harm?
Sherlock would come home when it was over, and well, then they’d figure it out.
I realized I’d never done a 1940s AU.
Well, now I have.