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sturmdrang:

“I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer.” — Haruki Murakami

‘How Mycroft Lost His Weight…’

you know what he calls you? The Iceman.

wastingyourgum:

geniusboo:

These gifs make my heart ache?? 

He just told Mrs Hudson to shut up - and he told her rather… forcefully.

Mrs Hudson - who looks after Sherlock and is one of the few people on Earth who actually tolerates his little brother for his own sake.

A perfectly harmless old lady.

He couldn’t have lost his cool more if he’d sworn at the Queen.

thenorwoodbuilder:

enigmaticpenguinofdeath:

“Oh dear lord. We’re not going to have Christmas phone calls now, are we? Have they passed a new law?”

So we all stubbornly refuse to believe that Mycroft was having a lonely Christmas Eve by himself and have our own headcanons as to what’s going on that we just didn’t see on-screen, right?

You pick: envelope A (serious answer) or envelope B (joke).

Envelope B! Every time!

I didn’t write this, but I could’ve. Scandal was my undoing. It was also Mycroft’s apparent role in Reichenbach that broke my heart, long before Sherlock leapt off the roof.

TheNorwoodBuilder: New Sunday optimistic headcanon

thenorwoodbuilder:

Do you remember this scene in ASiB?

Actually, Mycroft wasn’t alone on Christmas Eve in a big, cold, void house, staring into the flames of his fireplace in a dark lonely room like a sort of modern Dickens’ Redlaw because he IS a lonely person, who has no significant others in his life.

He just had a slight headache and needed the quiet of a dark and peaceful room in order to escape for a few moments from the merry noises made by his wife and his seven children, all very excited for the festivity.

Headcanon accepted!

sashkash:

The Makings of an Ice Man: The Diet and the Ring

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So I’ve recently heard Birdy’s cover of “Skinny Love” by Bon Iver, and feelings happened. 

Oh God. Mycroft, my love. Sashkash’s headcanons always ring so true, and are always so beautifully rendered. My heart hurts.

All lives end.

All hearts are broken.

The progression here is heartbreaking.