BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. BLUE = You are my tumblr crush. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I don’t know you at all. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BROWN = I don’t like you. PINK = I think you are unattractive. RED = I hate you with a burning passion. WHITE = hEY YOu, Yes You. I wanT 2 Eat UR ASS RAINBOW = BED PLZ.
john messing with sherlock when he’s in his mind palace like
john would definitely put the most random things in sherlock’s hands. like a single egg. and sherlock would come out of it and either break it immediately and stare at his messy hand for 5 seconds or look at it like “…why this. when this.”
Or make a tower of paper and plastic cups and other stuff on his head.
aiwa-sensei, here is the fic I said I would write you, I apologize in advance if it isn’t that great.
I had not taken Very long for Sherlock to notice the growing amount of makeup on the bathroom counter. When his attention was first drawn to it, he failed to bring it up to his daughter, he knew that girls did like to experiment with different pigments and what eyeshadow went well with the shirt that she had chosen to wear that day. So he kept to himself for the most part, something John was more than happy to point out on day over breakfast after Grace had gone to school.
Sherlock had been reading the newspaper, scoffing at the editorials and the advice column, making deductions about the person and there current life situation. He had been in the middle of deducing how long Mrs ‘Along way from home’ had been unhappy with her marriage as John cleared his throat, drawing his attention away from the paper.
“Sherlock?” John asked as he looked at his partner over the rim of his coffee mug, the steam slowly rising from the depths of the ceramic, blurring some parts of John’s face in a near translucent fog.
“Mmhm” the detective gave in way of a reply as he lowered the paper enough to see the army doctor across the table properly. He had a vague idea of what this would most likely be about, after all he had seen the way John had been eying the stack of cosmetics that the bathroom counter had acquired.
“Have you noticed the amount of makeup we now have in our bathroom? If she get’s anymore then we could open up our own store!” The mug was still partially covering John’s face as he spoke, but all they did was make Sherlock scoff as he slowly rose the paper and went back to deducing the unhappily married woman who was seeking advice.
“She is a teenage Girl John, the do tend to have collections of cosmetics to enhance their natural beauty in various ways, Grace is no different then anyone else dispute the fact we raised her.
“I am not saying that there is anything wrong with having a large amount of Makeup Sherlock, that isn’t the issue, the issue is the fact that she has that large amount of make up and she hasn’t opened it, any of it. Everything it still brand new.”
Slowly the detective lowered his newspaper once more and looked at the man he had married, that was the one thing he had not noticed. He had not noticed if the pressed powders, liquid liners, and pencils had actually been used. Come to think of it he had not seen any traces of make up on her face, nor had he smelled the roused dust that came along with disturbing the pressed pigmented powders.
“I will talk to her about it, maybe She is going to conduct some type of experiment on the different types of cosmetics products for different chemicals” Sherlock Suggested as John rolled his eyes as he sipped from his mug, causing the detective to laugh at his husband.
Sherlock had taken to watching Grace for the remainder of the week, looking for any sign of make up on her face, whether it be foundation, eyeliner or eyeshadow, but there was nothing. Nothing at all except the same pale and nearly flawless skin he had seen for years. That Saturday following the Conversation that he had with John, the detective found himself standing in the open doorway of the bathroom, it had not taken him more than a day or two to realize that even though his little girl had purchased all of that make up, she really had no idea how to put it on. The diagrams provided on some of the packaging wasn’t adequate enough, the others had instructions that read more like a how to remodel your kitchen guide more than anything else, and the photos found in the magazines in the house were too computer altered to be called reliable.
He shifted his weight slightly as he watched her look at the various colors of eyeshadows with a lost expression on her face.
“Would you like some help?” he finally asked as she jumped slightly turning to look at him, an attempt at trying to find something that worked for her was almost quiet literally all over her face. Grace thought for a moment, her locks falling around her face as she nodded
“I don’t know how much you can help with this thought, I mean, you are a genius, but you don’t know how to apply make up do you?” She asked as he moved from the doorway, grabbing a flannel and wetting it before approaching her. One of his large hands cupped her cheek as he gently wiped the pigments off of her face.
“I have had to wear make up sometimes for cases” He said softly, a small smile on his lips “It just depends really, most of the time, when disguise make up is put on, you aren’t suppose to be able to see a discernible difference between what is really apart of your skin, and what isn’t” The young girl nodded as he placed the cloth on the sink before he began to rummage through the different types of eyeshadows, blushes, and foundations. He made a face as he looked at the different shades, occasionally putting one aside until there was a smaller collection.
“I have seen that…but that really doesn’t count as proper make up” Grace muttered as her father gave her a look, before motioning her to come forward.
“I would have thought you would have asked some of your friends how to do this” he commented as he opened one of the paler foundations.
“I have, where do you think I got the idea to get most of this from? But they all seemed to extravagant for me…”
“That explains the electric blue eyeshadow… that is something you were if you want to give your papa a heart attack” That earned him a smile before adding “Maybe we can do that for Halloween or something.”
Grace laughed as she watched Sherlock swirl one of the large makeup brushes in the pale powder “The best way to learn something, is to watch first, So the best place to start is to watch me do this first”
“You you Even know how to apply proper makeup Dad?”
“Of Course I do… I haven’t deleted how to do that yet” Sherlock leaned into the counter slightly, his face slightly closer to the mirror by a few centimeters, but he was still far away enough that Grace would see his methods. In quick, long strokes he began to apply a thin layer, making sure to blend it properly so there was no difference in tones. He could feel the teens eyes on him as he proceeded to apply the rest of the make up: Eye Shadow that brought out his pale eyes, eyeliner, and massacre.
“You made that look so easy” Grace mumbled as she looked over his face, smiling at the fact he had actually placed make up on his face for her.
“It can be extremely easy” Sherlock stated as he held his hand out for her, she gave him a skeptical look as she took his hand and he pulled her in front of the mirror. “Let me show you how easy it really is.” She looked at him skeptically, like anything he really did was easy?
Quickly he set everything up once more, switching out a few things so they would do nothing but enhance her natural beauty. Grabbing the same brush he had used on himself, and swirled it around in the tinted mineral foundation before gently turning her so she faced him. With the same even movements he used earlier, the detective spread the powder over his daughters face.
“Always apply the darkest shade of eyeshadow first, then the middle color, and the lightest color goes last” He explained as he went through the steps.
Not Much longer he stepped back and gave her a smile, as she turned and looked into the mirror “If being a detective doesn’t work out for you much longer, you can open up your own beauty parlor” Grace smiled as Sherlock laughed.
I HAVE THIS STRUGGLE ALL THE TIME. it usually ends in me arranging my books by size…… this is why i liked manga so much! always the same height!
Yes! Manga are so easy to menage. Oh and don’t make me start about those shelves that are clearly made by idiots. I have one that’s ridiculously small. I can’t even fit my ps3 games there?? Like, why would you design something so useless???
the general idea that John would forgive Mary for being a killer for hire, while he was so angry at Sherlock in TGG when he didn’t care enough about the people he was trying to save is just preposterous
"JOHN! JOHN!" Sherlock shouted from his bedroom. "WHAT?!" John asked angrily making his way through the kitchen to see what Sherlock wanted. "Do these trousers go with this shirt?" Sherlock asked standing in the middle of his room stark naked. "They look firm," John said quickly and turned to leave while simultaneously realizing his mistake, "fine, they look fine." "What about the socks?" Sherlock asked. "Yes! Yes, your trousers match your cock. Socks! Socks! Fuck!" John said fleeing.
AND THEN JOHN SAYS THAT ONE BRILLIANT THING AND SHERLOCK LIGHTS UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE AND SNOGS HIM RIGHT THEN AND THERE BEFORE DRAGGING HIM OFF TO THE NEXT THING, JOHN WAVING GOODBYE TO THE YARD AS THE GO
Ahhhh it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy XD I want clingy Sherlock. Always.
i did get it! HOLDING HANDS AT A CRIME SCENE! AND SHERLOCK HALF DRAGGING JOHN AROUND EVERYWHERE AND JOHN JUST BEING AMUSED! AND HE KNOWS SHERLOCK’S REALLY REALLY EXCITED WHEN HE FINALLY LETS GO TO EXAMINE SOMETHING!!!
HIDING HIS HEAD IN JOHNS NECK AND COMPLAINING WHEN FRUSTRATED WITH LESTRADE AND IDIOTS WHO JUST DON’T OBSERVE.