SH: How dare you be rude to this women who has invited us into her tent, offered us her hedgehog? JW: Says the man who throws women from trains.
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SH: How dare you be rude to this women who has invited us into her tent, offered us her hedgehog? JW: Says the man who throws women from trains.
The Storyteller
First it was Jim. Richard Brooks presents us with Sherlock as Sir Boast-a-Lot, he’s just a big ol’ liar who makes things up to make himself look good.
Then it was John. Watson, the writer, who presents a version of Sherlock to the public as a cold, calculating machine, but doesn’t believe it’s true.
Now it’s Sherlock turn. Something’s happened, Mary has died, and Sherlock is covering the facts of her death with a fairy tale. A romance, filled with temptation and a damsel in distress and trekking to foreign lands, the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption––a story about the Watsons, with a Grimm ending indeed, completely the fault of boastful Sherlock.
But it’s not real. None of it’s real, this is the lying detective, the storyteller. And this isn’t the end of Sir Boast-a-Lot’s problem. No.
This isn’t the final problem.
I’m a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess, Hernando. [The set doctor said you were fine.] Fine? Fine? No, no, Hernando, I’m not fine. I have a horrible pain in my stomach. It’s… I’m paralyzed. It feels like a tumor. You know cancer runs in my family, Hernando. What if it’s cancer?
who here was on tumblr 4+ years ago
this season is the season my url will shine i can feel it
bbc: Sherlock is in love!
us:
sherlock tells lestrade that his date isn’t “the one”
sherlock believes in “the one” 😩
he knows “the one” exists because he’s already found his
he just thinks he isn’t “the one” for john 😭😭😭
Well, I like you.
What I love the most about Prince’s Gambit is how Damen and Laurent go from enemies to allies. Two princes, two men trying to prevent war between their two nations.
Is that sentiment talking? No, it’s me. Difficult to tell the difference these days.
sherlock: well, i like you
john:
if you think i am kidding here
Oh Greg. He’s so delighted to hear Sherlock call his name correctly.
Sherlock+Doggo
softe sherlock <3<3
Flooded parking lots are beautiful, especially when the speckled asphalt makes the clouds into galaxies.
I need to know what to do. Do? About John.