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When someone’s depressed, stating obvious comments like these are usually counter productive.

I’ve heard all of these before. And then some. People who don’t experience depression don’t understand how you can’t just ‘Be happy’. They think changing your lifestyle will help. In many cases, yes, it will. But if it were that easy depression would not be so hard to get rid of and affecting millions of people.

For many, including me, it’s a challenge to just get out of bed in the morning, weighed down by constant negative emotions. It’s not that we want to be unhappy, our brains just don’t understand the concept of ‘WOW. The world is such an extraordinary place and it’s great to be alive.’

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Can you just imagine what it will be like for Sherlock the first time he has John in his arms, though? Being so overwhelmed by love he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself… He would be so still, eyes closed and lips parted against John’s hair, just breathing him in. Heart fit to burst with how much he completely, and utterly loves this man.



Im all for girls drawing and writing self indulgent bullshit, especially considering about 97% of the media around today is just men writing and drawing self indulgent bullshit

I’m also really over people sneering at teenage girls writing exceptional, self indulgent versions of themselves in fanfiction, when f. Scott Fitzgerald did the same thing and gets called the voice of a generation.

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true stories

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Theres so much bunny Sherlock on my dash, I love it! c:

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so i asked if i should make bunnylock or bunnyjohn and someone said both. and so i ended up making two little bunnies. now i just need to figure out which one will be which

also yeah lack of size consistency whoops



♡♡♡ John coming off of anesthesia from a minor operation and is totally loopy and can’t remember who Sherlock is, and he just goes into full throttle Captain J. Watson flirt mode and Sherlock is blushing and stammering and could never have believed John capable of saying those things to him otherwise cause he needs to hear everything said explicitly ♡♡♡

John wakes slowly, blearily. He blinks his eyes a few times against the hard light of the recovery room. “Hospital” vaguely registers in his psyche. But he’s not in pain and, overall, feels pretty damn good actually, so he doesn’t worry over it. 

He looks to his right to see a man, smartly dressed, all messy/perfect hair and cheekbones, staring at smart phone and sighing heavily.

The man looks at John and he says something like “finally, you’re awake” but all John can focus on is the smile that lights up his blue/grey/amber eyes. 

John tries to talk but coughs instead, his mouth dry as a desert.

The man quickly pours John a cup of water from a pitcher, tucks in a straw, and holds it up for John to drink from. John puts his hand over the other man’s as he drinks, holds it in place. It’s warm and when John strokes his fingers in between the long fingers of the other man he thinks he feels them tremble under his. 

"Are you alright?" the man asks John.

John finishes his long drink and licks his lips. Smiles.

"Better now that you’re here."

"Where else would I be? Certainly your sister wasn’t going to be the one to get you afterwards. Hope they got that bullet fragment properly this time. Don’t want to sit through this again. Sooooo boring"

The man let his head fall back dramatically, exposing a beautiful long, pale, smooth throat.

"You’re not boring."

"Yes…umm, you’ve mentioned that before."

"I could look at you all day, gorgeous"

The gorgeous man in questions blinks wide eyes at John, then seems to shake it off and narrow his eyes.

"You were sedated, John. You are still feeling the effects. I’ll umm, get the nurse, shall I?"

"Oh, don’t go yet. Stay, okay?"

John grabbed the man’s hand and wove their fingers together. They fit…perfectly. 

"What’s your name" John says, deliberately deeper. 

The pitch change was not lost on the man who has not removed his hand from John’s grasp.

"Sher-" the man squeaked. Cleared his throat.

"Sherlock. I’m your flatmate."

"Is that what we’re calling it?" says John with a wink and a stage whisper.

He tugged Sherlock onto the edge of the bed. Just close enough to lift a heavy, heavy hand through the drug-laden haze and touch that amazing, sculpted face. Sherlock responds with a quick intake of breath. He closes his eyes and leans into it, just a bit, just enough for John to know, even through the haze, that the other man is holding back. 

"Lucky" John mutters.

"Yes, I am…"

"No, I mean, I’m lucky. Look at you! Gorgeous! And clever too I bet. I can tell."

"John I think…"

"God your mouth" John sighs, strokes over Sherlock’s lips with his thumb.

"Perfect. Perfect Sherlock"

John shifts his hand from the man’s cheek to the back of his neck, tugs him closer. Sherlock allows himself to be drawn in.

Just centimeters apart, then millimeters, then just barely touching. 

"I bet those lips can are clever too. What can you do with those lips Sherrrrrlock?"


Sherlock straightens up immediately, leaving John dazed and pouting.

"I’m getting you a nurse. You…you stay here" Sherlock rips the curtain aside and then back into place.

John sighs heavily and shrugs to himself.

He picks up the cup and takes a few more sips of water. 

A minute later that deep velvet voice is back again, tall silhouette visible with that of another man on the other side of the curtain. 

"What did the anesthesiologist give this patient? He is clearly completely out of his mind, talking nonsense. I need him functioning to get him home safely" said the flustered baritone. 

The younger male voice flips through a chart. “Oh, just the usual. You might be getting a bit of short-term amnesia mixed in with a truth-serum effect. It’s a bit like having all your worries and inhibitions washed away for a bit. It will slowly wear off.”

"Truth serum?" Sherlock asks.

"Yeah, it may be out of character, but it’s all him. Hey, you okay? Did he say something upsetting?"

"No. No, I’m fine. I’ll just…"

Sherlock appeared back through the curtain a minute later.

He looked hesitant and fragile. John didn’t like seeing him look like that. He held his hand out.

The gorgeous man then steeled himself and resumed his spot back on John’s bedside. Their hands found their way into one another. John became a bit mesmerized by the point of contact between the two. He smiled. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth and placed an ungraceful kiss on the Sherlock’s knuckles. 

"John" Sherlock said, then swallowed hard.

"John, what would you say if I told you that I loved you and have for a very long time?" Sherlock kept his eyes downcast, he gripped John’s hand like his life depended on it.

"Hey, it’s okay. Don’t look like that, okay? I’d say I was the luckiest man in the world."

Through the haze and the tugging need for sleep, John tried to nod resolutely and hope it worked. He had the nagging feeling in the back of his brain that this was very important. He felt like part of his chest that was wrapped up tight  for a long time unfurled when Sherlock asked him that.

Sherlock exhaled hard as if he had been holding his breath. He took a few more deep breaths. He then brought John’s hand to his and kissed it. It was soft and made John feel like he was something precious. Sherlock’s amazing eyes looked even more beautiful when they were a little wet like that.

John felt very happy and very tired. He felt he traveled a long distance and finally reached his destination when he had just been lying in bed.

"Love, I’m going to take a nap. Will you stay?"

"Of course" replied Sherlock. He didn’t sound nervous anymore.

John closed his eyes and felt long fingers comb through his hair. 

He smiled and laughed as he drifted off to sleep.

"I’ll be right here waiting, love" he heard, a whisper, as he started to dream. 



he finally crashed


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It’s always touch and go when you’re looking up pictures to see what your otp would have looked like if they had met when they were younger.

Because sometimes you get this…



But sometimes you can get this…





real quick easter thing !

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ok imagine an au where sauron is a grumpy house cat 

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Here is my contribution to this month’s LetsDrawSherlock alternate professions challenge in which our boys are zookeepers - or the Consulting Zoologist and the Veterinarian.

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