astudyinlestrade:

macpye:

anglofile:

macpye:

thethreepatchproblem:

wastingyourgum:

eldritch-abomination:

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Mycroft’s face when Greg walks into the Diogenes Club and - in keeping with the rules - stays completely silent… as he starts stripping off his clothes.

Is this a fic yet?

It damn well should be. I can just imagine Greg’s face while he does it, a mix of cool, cheeky and seductive.

Would it be cruel of me to want Mycroft to wake up after having fallen asleep in his chair mid-dream?

A very, very vivid dream, mind. He can feel something sticky coated to the inside of his briefs when he shifts in his chair.

Wow. That is gold.

(Source: youhavebeencumberbatched, via astudyinlaufeyson)