Anonymous asked: favorite methods of giving/getting affection (like favorite kinds of kisses touches ect)?
Sometimes when we’re sitting together on the sofa, he touches the back of my neck. I like when he does that. He also has a habit of nuzzling. Whether it’s his head in my lap of his cheek on mine, he always nestles down like a cat and gets cosy. And there’s also this thing he does where he’ll just take my hand and look at it; turn it over, poke my fingers, stroke the top and the palm. I don’t know if that’s really a kind of affection or not, but I like it anyway. There’s more than that, obviously, much more.
As far as giving goes, I’m partial to kissing his neck and touching our foreheads together. And everything else, of course.
He pets my hair often, which I love. It’s very calming. The neck kisses are wonderful, as well as when he kisses my cheek before going off to do something else. I like to hold his hand, quite a bit. Doesn’t really matter when or where, I just like to have his hand in mine, or my hand on his back or the other way round. I must be starved for physical affection in some way; I like a point of contact at most times.
I kiss him often because I know he likes to be kissed, and likes kissing in general. Sometimes I come up and hug him from behind, though he always seems a bit disgruntled when I put my chin on top of his head with such ease. Everything else, too. All of it.
I seem disgruntled because I am disgruntled. But then you kiss the top of my head, which makes up for it.
Your height is lovely, you needn’t be disgruntled. I’m glad I can make up for it, though.
That’s the one benefit - I fit nicely against you.
Christ, that’s a corny line. Sorry.
No need to apologise - I can admit to having thought the same thing more than once.
Have I ever told you how grateful I am that you’re as all right with touchy-feely as you are?
Once or twice, but I could stand to hear it again.
I think I’d have gone crazy if you weren’t.
I thought at first that it wouldn’t be enough.
It’s more than enough. Even without it, you just being you would have been enough for me.
I’m glad that’s the case. And I’m afraid we let another one get rather long.
Who cares? I’m glad it is. And judging by that dumb smile on your face, so are you.
You know me so very well. What say you we put on one of the ridiculous films you’ve been insistent about me seeing?
Do you all see this? Sherlock willing to watch a fantastic movie? I just want to make sure I’m not going crazy here.
All right, Sherlock. I think it’s time you met Monty Python.
- SH & JW -
"And now Holmes enters a catch-toe layback spin - look at the beautiful arch of his body."
"He skates every elegantly. He creates beautiful lines, beautiful forms in his positions and he has amazing flexibility."
"It’s quite stunning, to see such a tall skater make these splits and stretches. He knows how to work that to his advantage."
"The program he’s chosen highlights that skill of his, and he’s hoping it’s going to translate to nice big GOEs for him; he’ll be banking on that as he saves his harder jumps and quads for the long program. But skating so beautifully - making these lines and being so aware of the body is something that dancers know how to do, and Holmes certainly becomes one on the ice."
friends turned lovers is literally my favorite trope - like, all other tropes can go home.
give me shared inside jokes that date back to wayyyyy before a first kiss was ever shared. give me living together with separate bedrooms until one of them gradually becomes unnecessary. give me confused reactions from people who already assumed the two of them were dating. give me arguments over what counts as an anniversary because should we start at the date we met or the date we became friends or the date we got over our stupid selves and finally started kissing?
give me stories that show the line between friends and lovers is a really, really thin one - that appreciating the friendship that two characters share doesn’t mean you can’t ship them really damn hard too. that you can keep all the awesome friends-being-assholes-to-each-other stuff and add on all the shippy stuff to get something extra special awesome.
give me all of that.
Plot twist: Janine dies at the age of 60, after a long bout with cancer. In her will, she leaves the cottage in Sussex to Sherlock and John, jointly, but with the caveat that they could only accept it if they both lived there.
"I know what kind of man you are, Sherlock Holmes," she wrote in the will. "It’s time to let John know too."
"And here he is, the man of the hour - first-time Olympic hopeful Sherlock Holmes, skating for Great Britain."
"He’s in this next group of skaters to be performing their short programs - you can see here he’s doing his pre-skate routine, hopefully calming down those first-time nerves."
"Holmes is a wonderful skater, technically formidable and always chasing perfection, definitely a medal contender - he’ll be one to watch tonight and later in these Olympic games."