just unfollowed almost 50 blogs
but now I’m following an odd number of people hELP
Johnlock’s lovechild. So hard.
OHMYGOD. HE IS USING A JUMPER AS A SCARF. HE IS TALL AND LANKY AND BLOND. HE IS THEIR CHILD. THIS HEAD CANON HAS NOW BEEN DEEMED ACCEPTABLE IN EVERY WAY.
ALSO HE COMPOSES MUSIC
BUT THEN ALSO TRIES TO TRACK DOWN PUPPIES (right? Am I remembering right? It’s been years, but THIS IS WHAT I BELIEVE)
John and Sherlock, having a little two-person tenderness fest on the sofa, because it’s a nice day for it. Because it’s always a nice day for it.
If I was filthy rich, I would pay someone to just hang around and run their fingers through my hair all day. Of course, then I’d never get anything done. My point is, Sherlock has issues, and I think Doc Watson oughta prescribe a few intense hair-stroking sessions to calm his shit down. (Beats the hell out of cocaine, Sherlock, you dumb cunt.)
Color and composition inspired totally by Kozyndan. If only they were surrounded by empty fruit crates or something.


