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shayvaalski:

SHENANIGANS

DAMMIT JOHN

SHERLOCKIAN SLUMBER PARTAY

When the president calls at three o’clock in the morning, Mycroft Holmes is still on Baker Street. He takes the receiver handed him, listens briefly, and touches two absent fingers to the secretary’s desk.

Very good, John, he says.

He rings Moscow, and Cuba does not make the headlines.

Bletchley Park days have left them a set of intelligencers’ rules that skitter and blend and fold over on themselves and demand adherence, always. They dress in suits; they do not sleep; they drink, prodigiously, and avoid intoxication, women, and general untidiness. When Holmes appears, these old cavalry standards grate; they become sources of unease rather than reassurance.

He moves so easy in his tailored Westminster suit between their desks – public school, effortless, familiar – and yet they feel self-conscious in their seats with ties done tight, waistcoats buttoned. The young ones in particular experience a recurring sensation of being left out and cannot place precisely why.

One night, they hear him speaking Russian behind a closed door. Khorosho, tovarishch Sergeyevich, he says, sounding amiable, laughing softly.

The secretary learns to go for tea when he comes in late evenings.

Holmes picks up another telephone, smiling, and beneath their shoes all shined in Charing Cross this morning the ground shifts again. They begin to understand how different this war is from the last.

“I worry about him, constantly.” 

shayvaalski:

Who’s the artist on this? Let me know and I’ll stick it in the link.

^ Please I must know aaahhh.

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probablyonfire:

loveallthesherlocks:

sebastianmoron:

 #clearly that’s the appropriate reaction to your little brother breaching top security systems of the british army

 I laughed so hard when I saw this omg

mycroft is love.

imjohnlocked:

John, you’re going to get stabbed by an umbrella one day

(Source: vitalyorlovs)

Today Mycroft and Anthea went on an adventure and met three wonderful Sherlocks, two Johns, and a Lestrade. (Guys this is such good oh-my-giddy-aunt fun who knew)

Throwing this on the MCM tag in the hopes some of you/other Sherlock MCM people are out there! If so, drop a line, you were all faaaantastic and we should hang.

Kara Thrace for London MCM!

Starbuck is tomorrow and possibly Sunday, Saturday is Mycroft Holmes to Robin’s Anthea.

Say hello if you see me around, that’d be cool. If there are any Battlestar or Sherlock people en route this weekend, do drop a line!