Dog is trying to use mind powers to drag me away from keyboard and outside for walk, but I cannot go ‘til I tell you prompt that just came to mind! Mycroft plays in an orchestra, or is studying music - would love to read that!
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Dog is trying to use mind powers to drag me away from keyboard and outside for walk, but I cannot go ‘til I tell you prompt that just came to mind! Mycroft plays in an orchestra, or is studying music - would love to read that!
“Holmes, can you just use headphones?”
Mycroft sighed and lifted the needle. “I have turned it down to 60 decibels. Your delicate ears are completely safe.”
“It’s not the volume. It’s the voices. Piercing, shrieking harridans.”
“It’s not voices, Peter. They are violins.”
“They’re cats being killed. Slaughtered by the dozen.”
Mycroft folded his arms across his chest. “You dislike opera. You dislike Salieri. You hated Berlioz. You believe Philip Glass has written a symphony for bulldozer and strangled cat. Might you be able to inform me of a type of classical music that you care for?”
Arbitrary Aubergine said, “I would love to hear more about Uni!Mycroft.” And it was her birthday, so there’s this. :)
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Tall, young, slender, dark-haired, blue-eyed. Rangy. Strong hands - probably a sportsman. Yes, definitely athletic. He ran easily, scooping a handful of hair off his face. His clothing seemed to be rather better than the average on the green. But oh, dear, now - she was pretty, and he had kissed her. Well, it was university, and these things meant little. And now they would be passing his bench.
Mycroft let his gaze wander behind the dark glasses. He didn’t like wearing them, but they had uses. They had been suggested as a way to hide eye movements, if one could remember to mask the body language as well. That was a trivial matter, of course. No one had yet noticed that he’d added a reflective coating to the inside of the lenses, which allowed him to watch behind himself as well. He folded his newspaper absently and got to his feet.
“Oi! Sorry, excuse me… hi.”
Mycroft glanced back over his shoulder, then turned round, facing the pair. “Yes?”
“You’re Mark Holmes, right?”
Secret Service Hand Porn
YES
THAT IS THE SMILE
And now I need to put him in a black suit, black shirt, red tie.
Did I mention that you utterly nailed the smile?
Also HAND PORN. Utterly yes.
This is my friend Ruby’s question. She was rather chuffed that a question about the origin of the umbrella yielded a John Steed and sword-cane comment. I agree with her.
Also, The Dark Government and The Old School Tie is clearly a fanfic waiting to happen. (Marmosette, I’m looking at you!)
XD Actually, yeah, I know where it would fit. Poor Gatiss. I sometimes remember to feel a little guilty. My brain just keeps getting darker and darker. Ohhh dear.
One of my favorite things is scrolling down my dash and finding that eldritch-abomination has added some kind of “hey gurl” comment to a pic of Mycroft. So now we wait.
WELL NOW I CAN’T DISAPPOINT
EY
EY GURL
EY GURL WANNA BRING A PIECE O DAT
sherlock meme ; six characters [3/6]
for goodness’ sake! i occupy a minor position in the british government!
Introducing Mr Ellis, in handy mp3.
I don’t have a clue what the hell I was thinking. But here you go.
Missing something?
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sherlock meme five relationships [2/5]: Mycroft and John
“You don’t seem very afraid.” “You don’t seem very frightening.”
Both standing (John’s slight disadvantage), both standing to both seated, one seated to both seated. Hmm.
That top one… the shape of him, and the way his suit MOVES on him. I wish to eat him now please.
Also… I was under the impression that the Christmas Party and the scene at the morgue are the same night? But, if that’s the case…
Mycroft… did you really change your outfit just to go to a morgue?? You were o dapper before…
Molly would’ve liked it.It definitely is the same night, since when Mycroft calls John he’s in the same Christmas sweater.
Mycroft just has a “lonely brooding” outfit that is not meant to be worn outdoors just meant to make himself feel pretty so he can try to ignore the crippling solitude.
Better to wear darker colors when death is involved, in any case.
You just noticed now? Then again, ask me if Sherlock was wearing clothes, and I can’t tell you. :| Of course he changed out of his “festive Christmas Solitude” suit to visit a morgue. You are familiar with his “Yes, of course” face.