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It's not a game anymore
I almost cried when Sherlock is about to shoot Mycroft. Almost
Sherlock-The Final Problem
Family is all that matters. MYCROFT willing to sacrifice his life for Sherlock and Sherlock knowing that it's just Mycroft's way of telling him to shoot him. I know their family is really messed up but they still care for each other in their own convoluted way.
It looks like Mark Gatiss meeting Homestuck
Okay but no. I’m actually really really proud of this photo, okay?
Mycroft has this worry about a person who won’t let him help them, no matter what methods he tries to accommodate them with as best as he can, while he had still been the only person who looked out for them for a long time and tried to keep them safe from their own stubbornness and their tendency for self-destructive behavior, he’s got his long nose, his nostalgia through movies, everything, there’s probably more that hasn’t come to mind yet or that I’m not putting into words properly rn, but that about sums up what I find so intriguing about him
and then we have Sherlock, who’s one smart guy👍
(obviously extremely oversimplified and I’ve got so many more thoughts on him too, but you could technically break it down to that)
Why do people ship Race and Spot from Newsies? They never meet, why are you shipping them? I don’t see the appeal? I need a full on analysis for this.
Not just for this, I need a full on analysis for any ship that isn’t partially explored or at least aesthetically obvious. Like, Jack Frost and Elsa? They never meet but understandable, ice magic for the win. Mycroft and Lestrade? No! They don’t have any screen time together, how did this happen? Spot and Race? WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM
That sweet modest face as a reaction to "this is my brother Mycroft" 😍
Spring Thaw
Mycroft Holmes was asked to choose between country and family. He chose country. So why now, six years later, does he find himself flying halfway across the world to attend Julia Baxter's funeral? And what will he discover there?
He remembered her smile.
The way her cheek dimpled just before her lips curved upward. Often her smile was accompanied by a laugh so infectious even he could not resist returning it. She smiled often, so it was written across his memory in indelible ink.
The first time he saw her smile was across a conference room table in Brussels. The German delegation had made a comment obliquely insulting the intelligence of the American delegation, to which the Americans had taken offense. The French delegation had swooped in to smooth things over, with little effect.
Exasperated, he had glanced across the table at the Americans and caught her eye.
Her cheek had dimpled and she ducked her head to hide her smile.
He’d been enchanted.
He’d found her after, when they had taken a break for lunch. She was a junior delegate, as was he (at least on paper). He’d made a droll observation about the thin skin of her senior counterpart which had earned him another smile. Then she’d said something, and he could never remember what exactly it was (He! Mycroft Holmes had forgotten!), which had made him chuckle. The smile his chuckle induced had dazzled him.
This was a very long time ago. Twenty years, at least. Back before Sherlock had discovered drugs, when he was still a gangly young teenager much too interested in pirates than most boys his age. Back before Mycroft had known about Eurus. Back when things felt simpler and the future hopeful.
The close relationship his office had with the Americans ensured they crossed paths often over the years. He couldn’t deny that when he knew he would see her across the table from him, he felt a thrill. He treasured the looks they exchanged, the tiny eye rolls of exasperation, the little nods, and most of all, her smiles.
She was attracted to him. He’d realized that at once. It took him longer to decide if he was attracted to her too.
In the end, he decided he was.
She wasn’t a conventional beauty. Short, a bit heavier than her peers, a square jaw, liberally freckled from head to toe, and fiery hair. But her mind was sharp, and her humor even sharper.
Being together, having a relationship with any sort of stability, was impossible in their line of work. But when they did cross paths, it was inevitable that she would find her way into his bed, or he into hers.
One night (they’d escaped a New Year’s Eve gala they’d been forced to attend in London), she'd asked him that if he had to choose, which would he pick: country or family? Uncle Rudy had died by that point and the burden of the secret of Eurus lay squarely on his shoulders. So with his sister's pale face and accusatory eyes at the forefront of his mind, he'd answered country without hesitation.
She'd hummed thoughtfully and he’d had the unpleasant, unfamiliar, sensation that he’d failed a test.
A month later the reason behind her question had been illuminated when he learned she had retired from the civil service due to “a family matter.” Her mother, he knew, had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a few years prior.
What must it be like, he'd wondered at the time, to feel such a strong obligation to a member of one's own family? But then the next month Sherlock had overdosed for the first time and he understood.
It would have been six years ago. Six years and twenty one days ago.
Mycroft swirled his half-empty glass, the ice clinking.
He hadn't opened the folder since Anthea gave it to him.
Childish, perhaps, to avoid it. Some sort of misplaced belief that if he didn't look at it, it wouldn't be true.
But he was not a coward.
Decisively, he set his glass down and snapped the folder open.
There it was in black and white.
Julia Baxter was dead.
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culverton smith: what’s the worst thing you can do to your very best friends?
me: idk blame them for ur wife’s death, show little to no care about their relapse and self-destructive behaviour, beat the crap out of them even tho they didnt even try to fight back, say ‘yes you did’ when they say that they deserve that bc they killed ur wife, then gaslight the whole damn thing?
me: who would do that to someone they consider a friend tho
“I think the reason he says ‘your loss will break my heart’ is because he’s been drugged up! No, he does mean it but he just never says things like this…”
- Mark on Mycroft’s expression of brotherly compassion [x]
Pt 20 - Props about Mycroft Holmes - from the Costumes area at Sherlocked 2016 - These are my photos, so please do not repost Anywhere, You may make Edits with these if you wish, but please put a link to this post as credit, thanks!
Newspapers: (Part 1) (Part 2). Props: (Blind Banker) (Pt 2), (His Last Vow) (Pt 2), (Baskerville),(Reichenbach Fall) (Pt 2), (Scandal), (Study in Pink), (The Abominable Bride) (Pt 2) (Pt 3). Characters: (Lestrade), (Moriarty) (Pt 2), (Molly & Sherlock), (Mycroft Holmes) (Pt 2),
☂ “He has the tidiest and most orderly brain, with the greatest capacity for storing facts, of any man living.” {The Bruce-Partington Plans}
Mind Palace Mycroft: “There must be something in this ridiculous memory palace of yours that could calm you down.”
