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posted: 05/14/12 · · reblog

Music like this makes me write like a pretentious douche. 

Sometimes, when John runs with Sherlock, he tastes starlight.
There is a certain power you get when you’re watching the flap of Sherlock’s coat as he pursues a criminal, John’s felt it. It’s a bit like the feeling he got when he saved a soldier from bleeding out- it’s a certain sense of living that he’s never really been able to obtain on his own. He’s not sure if it’s a sense of purpose he’s after, or just a cheap thrill, but after finally finding it after life as a soldier he knows that he’s hooked. It’s his own personal addiction, and Sherlock is his unfortunate drug dealer.
As a kid, he’d always had a thing for superheros- It probably explained his career choice, getting high off saving lives- and he, quite ridiculously, feels like he is one. Like he’s making history. Like his spine is a book that Sherlock could run his dexterous fingers down and he would explode in a supernova of a million pages so that the world could read his story- their story.
And then, in the peri-winkle early morning moments, when Sherlock’s €800 shoes are slapping against the concrete and the next serial killer psycho-murder is getting away from them, John will start to laugh. And the noise will ricochet through the alleyway and all the way to the underground where it will fill all of London because John can feel the cosmos turning under his feet as the world shifts as he saves lives and catches bad guys and laughs and laughs and laughs and lives. Sometimes Sherlock will ignore him, but others he will half turn to grin his stupid grin at his blogger, and John will see the rest of the universe in his impossible eyes. Because when Sherlock had asked him if he wanted a bit more danger and he had said God Yes he had really, really meant it.
Sometimes, when John runs with Sherlock, he tastes starlight.

AUTHOR NOTE PLEASE READ: Can one of the team leaders please submit this for me? I can’t do it from my phone. D: the song was the second one, and don’t bother with a title.




posted: 05/14/12 · · reblog

a bit of a god complex 

(Annnd one on the first piece. Two out of four whoo!)

Solving a crime, Sherlock thinks in a rare poetic moment, is not entirely unlike creating a small universe.

It starts with a singularity; the outcome, the corpse, the concern.

And then, upon observation, it grows. It blossoms out from a single point into a wave, crests growing in intensity the longer he studies it. Soon he can classify the parts: methods, suspects, circumstances.

Then he analyzes the frequency, traces out the rises and falls with his fingers until he can feel the pattern begin to shed apart into its layers, and it spreads out further, not a wave but a contoured surface. Suspects and victims and witnesses all break down into collections of histories and motives, evidence into indexes of nature and cause and source, all pushed and pulled by associations, repelling one another and gravitating together.

The last step is to juxtapose the fine web of information against his memory, building up a rich matrix of the things that were and the things that could be, and he finds the vibrations at which the present situation resonates with the past.

And then they coalesce. Clues, at last, from out of all the scattered data. Sherlock feels like a god, just a bit, plucking at the forces that bind it all together, willing all those details that are each so meaningless alone to come together into a clear shape. He makes them spin and orbit and stabilize, and when it’s all through and his tiny universe is in working order, the answers are written out before him and he needs only to read the constellations.




posted: 05/14/12 · · reblog

I think I’ve listened to that Bach 20 times now 

Eeee so I’m very happy with this fic. And this prompt. And you guys! And I’m mostly just hyped up on coffee and being weird but whatever. Also I find it really interesting that the second song made me and Sasha both think of Sherlock and John running. 

PS I’m going to try for 4 submissions this time! 

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