This is why incapricious is my number one. ♥So this is what I am doing today. I am watching the rooftop scene of Reichenbach and using google street view to figure out what John could see. Sherlock very clearly needed John to be in one specific location. They showed the surroundings in such small bursts and I was getting frustrated and then I remembered google.
Under the cut are screenshots from street view and from the show plus a link to the google maps location where John was standing, roughly.
John could definitely not see the pavement where Sherlock landed until after he went around that low building in between them. Which goes a long way towards explaining how Sherlock pulled it off, I think? Or maybe not, and maybe this is all obvious to everyone else, but I need something to do other than prancing around my living room crying and saying “OH MY GOD JOHN! YOUR FACE! HERE MARTIN TAKE ALL THE AWARDS FOREVER!”
title: Disguise
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rating: nc17
word count: ~55k
summary: Sherlock’s disguises are little more than a nuisance to John until one day he walks into the kitchen dressed as someone from John’s past, someone John had tried desperately to forget.
prompt: Written for this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic and originally posted anonymously. I’ve cleaned it up and am de-anoning so I can put it up all in a more readable format. I’m so excited to finally be sharing it! :)
author’s notes: Many thanks to my beta readers incapricious and tailoredshirt, and to augmentedme for advice on medical accuracy, and to various members of my flist for all of the cheerleading and enthusiasm as this story took form. I’d also like to thank those on tumblr who posted links and tumbled about it in various forms. ♥
Some things don’t stay deleted.
My first ever 221b!!
[note: this was inspired by livia-carica’s gorgeous art]
John sleeps over Sherlock’s heart every night.
There’s an odd sort of power when he wakes. Safety that comes only at half four when John hears Sherlock breathing, feels their stomachs shift together. They are the only two people in the world. John blinks at the shadows and is forgiven by the innocence of night.
They still argue about Sherlock tackling John during that horrifying night with Moriarty at the pool. Shielding John with his own skin… frightening moments when John couldn’t feel a pulse, the sharp sting of his own internal pain, the press as John forced air past soft, lifeless lips… crushing relief when Sherlock coughed at last, doubled over and gasping.
The argument is futile, though, because the obvious reality is that they’re both here. They’re both still here: able to breathe, to argue, to kiss, to gasp, to fuck.
And nothing has changed.
Nothing except they walk closer together now, touch each other more than necessary. Nothing except the angry breath that gave way to desperate kisses one night, to inelegant, fervent touches that left them speechless.
Nothing except they cling to each other in John’s bed now. Curled and tangled together, eloquent hands promising what words cannot.
Every night, John inhales the warm spice of Sherlock’s neck, counts the even beats of his heart, and breathes.
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[also posted here on livejournal]
This gives me feelings. SO MANY FEELINGS.Tangled
So after I did Sleep I had the idea to do a series along the same theme, the theme being the boys well… sleeping. Quite.
And yes, John needs a longer t-shirt XD
Oh man. This picture does funny things to my insides…cumberbatchattack on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/16352030
One of my all time favorite Martin quotes. ♥ I just love his delivery on this one.Cabin Pressure, 2.4
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This whole exchange is perfect because of the delivery. ♥Cabin Pressure, 2.1
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I love everything about this. ♥ (particularly John’s hands)i
have drawn much more weird and specific things
thesullengiraffe: if you’re still doing the request, could you please draw john standing and hovering with hesitation over sherlock who’s lying on the couch before he decides he should stoop down and give sherlock a light, upside-down (think of spider man) kiss? please pardon my specificity and weirdness
This is possibly my favorite thing to read about the casting. I could read it every day and not tire of it. ♥__♥ Also… bonus John Watson expression porn. What could be a better accompaniment?M: Casting John Watson was a longer process because we needed to find a fit to Benedict. You think, there’s two alpha males there. That’s not gonna work. Or somebody would come in whose energy was a bit too submissive and it wouldn’t be a match of equals. They needed to be a sort of commanding officer and a slightly junior officer but they’re still officers. And they respect and love each other, really. But Martin came in and it was just instant.
S: It wasn’t just what he did. It was the effect he had on Benedict. Benedict suddenly became even more like Sherlock Holmes if Martin was in the room. It was slam dunk! We couldn’t contemplate anybody else for Watson the moment we saw Martin and Benedict together.
