Posts tagged: art
At home with the Holmes’.
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
Sherlolly AU: Sherlock, and Molly meet up at several different points in their lives. Each time they meet they share a kiss. After one chance meeting however, their simple kiss turns into something more.
“What are you doing at my art course, Sherlock? With a sheet. Where are your trousers?”
“I’m undercover. Your usual model and the instructor have a scheme going where-“
“You do realize this is a course on drawing the human anatomy? As in…all of it?”
“Oh. Right. I’ll just..sit then.”
“Well, I’ve already paid for the lesson, haven’t I.”
He couldn’t sleep. His brain was buzzing, his mind palace needed to be organized desperately. He carefully disentangled himself from the petite pathologist wrapped around him.Sherlock Holmes quietly stepped out of his bedroom, turning back to look at Molly’s sleeping face.He walked to the sofa and reclined on it, entering his mind palace. The next thing that he heard was a small, meek calling of his name.
“Sherlock? Are you alright?” She asked sleepily, as she walked into the living room of 221B.
“Yes, I just needed to think. I didn’t want to wake you.” He answered from his relaxed position on the sofa. She gave him a coy, yet stern look.
“Well, could you come back to bed? It’s cold without you.” She smiles just a little bit, her eyes still fogged over with sleep. Sherlock smirks at his lovely wife, before nodding and following her back to their bed.
He once again wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
“I love you, Sherlock.” She said, quickly drifting off to sleep.
“I love you, Molly Holmes.” Sherlock whispered into her ear, closing his eyes and joining her in slumber.
Just a small fic to go with some cute pictures. I wanted to try my hand at these awesome photosets people keep making. Hope it makes sense. lol.
Have you decided it’s safer in cages, singing when you’re told?
Finals are done and i’m celebrating with sherlolly based on this cutie fanfic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8931665/1/Sherlock-Holmes-and-the-Case-of-the-Ginger-Midgets-Complete-Edition
(i bet it’s not very accurate but… *sigh* parent!lock)