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emedealer:

Every minute of this episode was emotionally taxing but this moment right here. This moment tore me apart.

emedealer:

Every minute of this episode was emotionally taxing but this moment right here. This moment tore me apart.

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riveralwaysknew:

ok but can can we appreciate who the real drama queen is

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mrs-mob-johnlocked:

Men and Hands

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kinklock:

Professionally known as The Woman
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zombieholmes:

how cute would teen!mormor be(◡‿◡✿)

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shorthairjoe:

{photo credit moriarty_moran on Instagram}
 “C’mon c’mon c’mon!”
Moriarty whispered desperately, glancing to his feet.
"I’m fine," Seb said unconvincingly, his voice almost lost in the rain.
Jim knocked again, furiously, then turned to Seb, pressing on the wound.
"Stay with me Sebatian for Christ sake,"
he looked down at the and abdomen, which had bled into a small puddle already being washed into the street by the ceaseless downpour.
Finally, the door cracked open, and a very frightened Mrs. Hudson let out a small scream at seeing Jim on her porch with some bleeding man.
But with one look, Jim expressed to the landlady that if she didn’t go and get a certain Detective and Army Doctor this moment, Sebastian might not be the only one who would die that night.
With a slight nod, Hudson patterned up the stairs and knocked on the door to the boys’ bedroom.
John opened the door.
"Mrs. Hudson, what is it, what’s wrong? What was that pounding downstairs," he said sleepily just as Sherlock was stirring awake.
All she could muster was
"D-d-downstairs."
John nodded, slipped on some trousers and a stray sweater, roused Sherlock and they made their way to the door.
Seb had fainted by now, and Jim was desperate.
"Please!"
He shouted and slammed his fist on the door with one hand while trying to hold Morans insides in with the other.
Sherlock opened the door.
He stared down at the scene with  cold eyes, and John drew a hand over his face and walked back into the flat, sitting on the stairs.
"What are you doing here, Jim,"
Sherlock asked emotionlessly. He looked at Sebastian.
"Please," Jim said again.
"Please help him. He won’t let me take him to a hospital. Please."
The jacket he was holding against Sebastian’s abdomen was completely saturated with blood, it looked as though there was no way the man could bleed anymore.
He was pale as death, wet and shivering, slumped against the sod iron fencing.
"Why would I ever help you," Sherlock asked, looking down his nose at the pitiful display before him.
"Why have you come back?"
Moriarty looked up at Sherlock.
"Because you needed me too. They were gonna kill you. You called me! You called me and I came back and you didn’t get flown away for a six month mission and now I’m here, begging you,"
Jim choked on “begging”.
Partially because he might have been crying and partially because it was just agonizing to have to say that word to Sherlock Holmes.
"Begging you," he started again, "to help him. You can send me away, you can do anything you like with me, but please help him."
John was on his feet by now, standing behind Sherlock, utterly confused.
"What do we do Sherlock?"
There was a long pause.
"We let them in."

shorthairjoe:

{photo credit moriarty_moran on Instagram}


“C’mon c’mon c’mon!”

Moriarty whispered desperately, glancing to his feet.

"I’m fine," Seb said unconvincingly, his voice almost lost in the rain.

Jim knocked again, furiously, then turned to Seb, pressing on the wound.

"Stay with me Sebatian for Christ sake,"

he looked down at the and abdomen, which had bled into a small puddle already being washed into the street by the ceaseless downpour.

Finally, the door cracked open, and a very frightened Mrs. Hudson let out a small scream at seeing Jim on her porch with some bleeding man.

But with one look, Jim expressed to the landlady that if she didn’t go and get a certain Detective and Army Doctor this moment, Sebastian might not be the only one who would die that night.

With a slight nod, Hudson patterned up the stairs and knocked on the door to the boys’ bedroom.

John opened the door.

"Mrs. Hudson, what is it, what’s wrong? What was that pounding downstairs," he said sleepily just as Sherlock was stirring awake.

All she could muster was

"D-d-downstairs."

John nodded, slipped on some trousers and a stray sweater, roused Sherlock and they made their way to the door.

Seb had fainted by now, and Jim was desperate.

"Please!"

He shouted and slammed his fist on the door with one hand while trying to hold Morans insides in with the other.

Sherlock opened the door.

He stared down at the scene with
cold eyes, and John drew a hand over his face and walked back into the flat, sitting on the stairs.

"What are you doing here, Jim,"

Sherlock asked emotionlessly. He looked at Sebastian.

"Please," Jim said again.

"Please help him. He won’t let me take him to a hospital. Please."

The jacket he was holding against Sebastian’s abdomen was completely saturated with blood, it looked as though there was no way the man could bleed anymore.

He was pale as death, wet and shivering, slumped against the sod iron fencing.

"Why would I ever help you," Sherlock asked, looking down his nose at the pitiful display before him.

"Why have you come back?"

Moriarty looked up at Sherlock.

"Because you needed me too. They were gonna kill you. You called me! You called me and I came back and you didn’t get flown away for a six month mission and now I’m here, begging you,"

Jim choked on “begging”.

Partially because he might have been crying and partially because it was just agonizing to have to say that word to Sherlock Holmes.

"Begging you," he started again, "to help him. You can send me away, you can do anything you like with me, but please help him."

John was on his feet by now, standing behind Sherlock, utterly confused.

"What do we do Sherlock?"

There was a long pause.

"We let them in."

#omg
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hippano:

Requested by anonymous, and assassinatedartist had the answer. 

Seb is more bloodied and scratched up, but Jim has much harsher bruises… And this is what qualifies as affection in this ship. ( ; n ; )

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westkrushnic:

Sherlock Details: 

1/?

westkrushnic:

Sherlock Details: 

1/?

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Moriarty was is real.

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the empty hearse

the empty hearse

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Ok, but have you considered…

sam-sour-wolf:

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn AU
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/cockroach/snake AU
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is right below theirs AU
  • Someone keeps stealing my doormat AU
  • My pet tarantula escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is scared of spiders AU
  • I need you to pet sit my pet this weekend and I forgot to mention it’s a giant snake, the mice are in the freezer, thanks bye! AU
  • The apartment above me has left their tape on or something and water is LEAKING THROUGH MY CEILING WTF! AU
  • My neighbour’s sister got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment AU
  • The guy next door/my roommate always steals my coffee, so I started to make extra AU

APARTMENT AUs! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ

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bashermoriarty:

MORMOR AU:

The week Jim Moriarty vanishs, the criminal’s employees already notice his absence. Sebastian Moran, chief of staff and loyal marksman, prepares his group of elite snipers for a precise operation to break into the goverment’s buildings and rescue his boss. Anyway, during the whole interrogation, James already expects his pet to appear very soon.