On the count of three, shoot Doctor Watson.
OH MY GOD
(Source: sherlocked-for-life)
NO
tHIS SHOULDN’T HURT AS MUCH AS IT DOES
I’m gonna put the rest of this under a read more because there are spoilers (that I didn’t want to be aware of but now am kind of glad I am, this particular one anyway), but if you’re semi aware of the tension in the fandom these past couple days, give it a read. This is pretty much how I feel about the subject as well.
“If Sherlock were a comedy show…how would the trailer look like? :)”
I am 221% DONE THIS IS EFFING BEAUTIFUL
I think someone should reblog the till the end of forever
YES PLEASE
I’M SO PROUD TO BE IN THIS FANDOM.
WE’VE COMPLETELY LOST IT :)))))))))
this is the best thing i’ve seen all day
this just made me inexplicably happy.
#I think the best bit about this #is the way John sort of stares for a second into space #as if he’s repeating that over in his head to make sure sherlock really said that #and then is just like #i mean really sherlock you’re so smart but you’re so dumb jesus #and lestrade looks like he’s biting down on something idk
John’s face!
always-obsessed-with-something:
“Actually, do you know what, ignore me.”
John. John Watson. He just killed a man to save me from myself. Who does that? God.
Look at him: he’s not like an ordinary man. He just shot someone and he’s perfectly fine. Not a hair out of place. He’s just standing there with those nerves of steel, those steady hands, he’s playing innocent, standing on the other side of the tape like he’s uninvolved. He thinks I won’t figure it out, he thinks I won’t know. He’s not ashamed of it or proud of himself; he just did what he thought was right. He didn’t even do it to impress me; he’s not trying to make a point, he’s not demonstrating his usefulness to me. He’s not going to hold it over my head, either. Is he. He found his way here just to protect me. Gratis. As if that’s completely natural.
Natural for him, maybe. Yes. Completely natural for him. My hidden jewel: John Watson. How could I have been so blind?
I would be dead by now without him. I chose the wrong pill. I was wrong twice tonight. A true failure of an evening, by all accounts: two massive failures of observation, more if you count the details. It doesn’t matter: we’re both still here. Second chance: I’m paying attention to you now, John Watson. I see it all in you now.
He came after me, even after I told him I was married to my work. Even after I left him and ran off on my own, twice. I wonder if there’s a way to revisit that conversation, hmm. Not really an area in which I have any real expertise. Is that what he wants? How does one go about doing that?
I thought he was ordinary. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Unfair! He was hiding in plain sight. He thinks of himself as ordinary, so he appears to be ordinary. To the naked eye, at least. But he’s not. Most definitely not. His hands aren’t even shaking, not even now. Look at that.
Oh, I’m keeping him.
Dear Ivyblossom:
(Source: ssherlock)
The little Sherlock and Mycroft <3
Cute!
(Source: bowieloreena)
What?
John has a depression linked eating disorder. In the opening of Pink, after John wakes up, his breakfast consists of an apple that he doesn’t eat. This is very common in PTSD, especially those who have suicidal thoughts and tendencies, which we know John does. It’s not that they are actively starving themselves, it’s that they just don’t see the point eating, as an effort to stay alive.
When he meets Sherlock, John eats dinner as if he is starving. He digs into his food, talks with his mouth full, as if it is the first full meal he has had in months. Which is entirely likely, since John has been home for several months at that point. Again, this is very typical of people who have been suffering this type of eating disorder, and find that they are no longer as painfully depressed.
Sherlock even goes so far as to point out that after moving in together, John puts on an average of a pound a week in weight. John brushes it off as being normal. He doesn’t deny it, he just points out that he is eating more than one meal a day. This implies that he wasn’t eating this often before he limped into Sherlock’s life.
This makes Sherlock’s insistence that John eat even more powerful. He goes so far as to halt an investigation on more than one occasion, to make sure John gets a meal into him. A well-fed John is a happy John, not because he is full, but because it proves that he is happy enough to actually eat.
THIS
(Source: johnlockedness)
The first time you see it, it can hit you really hard, especially since Sherlock is on a total roll and John delivers the line “please God, let me live” in a way where you can be forgiven for not being sure if it’s serious or snark. It apparently has the same effect on Sherlock, as well.
We never do get any details on how Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers was wounded in action. But from this exchange alone, it’s clear the situation was extremely serious. He was badly wounded, nearly died, and developed PTSD- Sherlock had himself earlier pointed out that the original circumstances of John’s injury must have been ‘traumatic’, and he meant emotionally traumatic, not just violent and painful. The blunt earnestness of John’s response even trips up Sherlock for a second or two, and he’s just been ranting and raving about not understanding why a woman would care about her stillborn baby after fourteen years. This also works as a tearjerker in hindsight if you recall ‘Please God, let me live’ whenever John is genuinely in physical danger elsewhere in the series.
Pretty much everyone in the room agrees that in your last moments, you would think about the people you love the most. John apparently had no one to think about when he was close to dying. He really must have been lonely even before he returned from Afghanistan.
I hate you for making this post because it’s the best I’ve read on this subject and it hurts.
(Source: thedoctorsjawn)
