ISFP. Bisexual. Writer. Photographer. Huge nerd.
This blog is basically anything and everything I love. I'm not strictly a BBC Sherlock blog but I do tend to post heavily in that fandom. I will often sob over my OTPs. There WILL be nsfw stuff on here, so you have been warned.
Whaaaaaaat?! OMG ANON LET ME EMBRACE YOU IN THE BEAUTY OF THESE TWO IDIOTS AND HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE.
It’s kind of the best thing. Ever. They’re just… They’re soooooo perfect for each other. We could talk about their bonding over Sherlock; how fiercely they both care for him and how wonderfully surprised Mycroft was as he watched Greg care for his little brother so quickly and regardless of the drugs or how he treats people. We could talk about how easily they understand the other’s obligations to work, to Queen and Country, so it makes it easier (somewhat) to deal with the long hours and conflicting schedules. Easier in the mentality that it won’t cause tension that would end their relationship, at least.
We could talk about the ways they parallel John and Sherlock. How each one’s personality is perfect for the other. The calm serenity that Mycroft brings into Greg’s life (because let’s face it, he’s a bit of a hot head). The spontaneity and excitement and warmth Greg brings into Mycroft’s life. How, finally, the “Caring is not an advantage” motto gets broken down a bit. Mycroft still thinks it, of course, because his weakness for Greg could be exploited, but for the first time since Sherlock, he found someone who is worth that risk.
I could seriously talk about them all day. All freaking day. They make me happy and I’m desperately excited you have discovered this glorious ship.
All the while mutter obscenities as he shoves Sherlock out on his arse before heading back into the bedroom. Where Mycroft is lying with a highly amused look on his face, because he expected nothing less of his Gregory and he is so proud.