It’s up, the latest chapter of “… and good at it”. Lestrade finds out that getting what he wanted is not necessarily what he really wants, and Mycroft finds out hat he’s not at all above ugly little human emotions. Their lives had been so nice and linear until that day in the park, way back when Lestrade was happy enough to handfeed squirrels and woodpeckers, and Mycroft was doing whatever the hell he was doing. And now there’s all… this.
Wake up, boys. Things are about to change.
And you, my lovelies, can read about it right here.
1/2 - Lovely New Rupert Graves Production pictures from ‘Valentine’s Kiss’ by Rosamunde Pilcher - (x)
Ugh. I dislike RP films with a passion although they’re hugely popular here in Germany. Guess I will have to make an exception here. For research purposes, of course. Compare the film to my holiday memories. Ahem.
Cinnamon screech owl - look at that amazing colour, isn’t it beautiful? I found this on Pinterest and tried to locate the link to the original because I don’t want to violate copyright… only found other Pinterest links. If anyone knows the origin of this amazing photo, please let me know so I can add the proper source.
For now… sit back and feast your eyes. I know I will :-)
John thoroughly enjoys watching Sherlock getting dressed for battle.
… and Lestrade thoroughly enjoys watching Mycroft getting undressed for a little fight.
I’m not entirely sure the cameraman of M.R. James Ghost Writer didn’t have some rather serious kink for Mark’s hands.
Not that I’m complaining…
Happy Gatiss Wednesday!
Not complaining either *making happy little cooing noises*
Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg
Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass so hard that the guy actually had to rub himself a little while John waves his hand
Can we just appreciate that John smacked Prince Harry’s royal ass
It’s basically illegal not to reblog this.
*jaw dropping* He. Didn’t.
Squee, I love weekends like that. Weather’s pathetic enough to offer a brilliant excuse to stay inside and work on the latest chapter.
So, last time we left the boys, Lestrade wakes up in the middle of the night to find his Owl has Shifted and he now has a very naked and very shivering Mycroft in his bed. Being all sleepy, he calls him ‘love’ and pulls him close. Awwwww, sweet. But… what will happen when he wakes up the next morning and finds himself all wrapped around a naked men? Oh, and let’s not forget Sergeant Ann Sedgwick with the lovely dimples and the soft Irish accent who has her eyes on the silver fox… and he’s got his on her. However, we can always count on Sherlock Holmes to make an entrance and point out the obvious, whether you want to hear it or not.
It’s all here - care to join me?