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omg tumblypoos i’ve got a story for u
so the other day i was in line at my local coffee shop. it’s pretty popular so i had to wait a bit and there was this old straight couple, probably mid 70s standing in front me. they were talking to each other very quietly about something on the man’s phone and i’m a nosy bitch, so i’m straining my ears to hear what they’re talking about and oh my gods
man: i’ve been reading sherlock holmes since my childhood, it’s so obvious there’s tension there !
woman: i just think sherlock doesn’t have the time or patience for romance
man: i heard deborah and tim’s granddaughter talking about something the other day, it’s called demisexuality, and the first thing i thought of when i heard that was sherlock ! he doesn’t seem like the type of person who would have romantic interests, but the bond he has with john is so deep it would stand to reason he’d start to feel attracted to him
woman: i mean we *do* agree that john is a homosexual…
man: exactly ! the youths even seem to think sherlock and john have romantic (and sexual) tension
they kept chattering about johnlock until it was time for them to order, and when the man was putting his phone away i caught a quick glimpse of his phone screen before it shut off… guess what i saw ?
A PICTURE OF OLD JOHNLOCK FANART IN A LEATHERBOUND SKETCHBOOK DATED TO 1975
so yeah, the senior citizens in my area are johnlock shippers 😋
Sherlock Holmes: You said Mr. Blessington was holding a newspaper?
Dr. Trevelyan: The remains of a newspaper— it had been torn to shreds.
Holmes:
[ID: Digital illustration of Granada Holmes and Watson sharing a sweet moment. Holmes, wrapped in his favorite shawl, holds Watson by the waist. They're looking into each other's eyes, smiling softly. A faint trail of saliva connects them. Under the image, in cursive, reads: "I've told you before, my dear. I am lost without my Boswell." /end ID]
when i'm in a "looking at someone very tenderly" competition and my opponent is soviet johnlock
this next one in particular just messes me up. what the hell.
i love this show
Brett's Sherlock...
Fun fact: if you, as an adult, tell miserable children that their youth is the best that life will ever be, and that it's all just downhill from there, there's a percentage of them who will hear this and think "well, I guess I better kill myself before that happens." And a certain percentage of those will proceed to do that and succeed.
Anyway what I'm saying is that any time you feel tempted to say that, you should instead consider shutting the fuck up. Just because you peaked at 16 doesn't mean anyone else did. Most peoples' lives get better than that.
Download Book "The Baker Street File" by Author "Michael Cox" in [PDF] [EPUB]. Original Title ISBN # "9781553100386" and ASIN # "1553100387"
back on my bullshit!!!
Sherlock Holmes Christmas card by Olivia Moy (2019)
I love you houndstooth deerstalker. I love you knife in the fireplace mantle. I love you framed sketch of the reichenbach. I love you side-by-side armchairs. I love you medicine bag. I love you chemistry set. I love you locked desk drawer. I love you window overlooking baker street. I love you persian slipper. I lo-
Happy birthday love of my life!!!!
God I love to see him laughing.
Watson is such a fun flavour of unreliable narrator. Narrator who just lies, and tells you he's lying, and what he's lying about. Narrator who publishes conversations with his protagonist about the inaccuracy of his writing. Narrator who's been used to prop up conspiracies without his knowledge. Narrator who is semi-regularly lied to by the subject of his stories. Narrator who is, at best, half-assing his government issued NDA.
I'm thinking about them two of them, individually and as a unit, post-retirement. again.
Holmes finding his own brand of peace out in the country, keeping bees and swimming in the lakeside pools, is just like a long sigh after holding some kind of tension for the entirety of canon thus far. He's not a character that has or will ever tend towards calm, but that he's found that balance, that place in the world which allows him some quiet both outside and in, is just a kind ending to his story. To think that he was doomed, not only at the falls but in life; as a person who had never known or learned honest contentment or willing rest, but that he still managed to bring the curtains down on a little cottage in sussex, clean, healthy, and having retired at his own conviction, feels like an appropriately hard-won battle.
We don't get much of an idea of Watson's life after they part ways, but then, that's to be expected from him. He still visited Holmes, but that stopped some years before the start of WWI, maybe because the journey out was no longer feasible, and because it has always been a case of delicate diplomancy to coax Holmes away from his rooms. But still, he was steadfast as ever, loyal as ever, ready in a heartbeat to throw himself back into the adventure when he recieved Holmes' telegram, and perhaps more glad than anything to see an old friend, one who had known him at his lowest and his best, before returning to the service that had left him wandering london alone those decades ago. In the last collection of stories he ever published, after the East wind had blown over and left them both standing in its wake, he included the only two stories penned by Holmes himself.
I always think about that. I wonder when Watson read them, what he thought of them, if he told Holmes to publish them himself if he wasn't able. I wonder if Holmes had pushed them on him while he was leaving one day, or if they sat down by the fire in that little sussex cottage, the famillair chord changes of a famillair violin just a little slower than they used to be. I wonder if Watson thought back to the first story, laid out at his old writing desk, long ago sold to a new tenant, because a young man with a brillaint gift had been bitter over a lack of credit. I wonder if he thought back to the months after Afganistan, to the hollow weeks of slow, stiff recovery in a hotel room, struggling to see anything like a future for himself, struggling to navigate a present that had become alien and untrustworthy.
I've seen people bring up all kinds of theories; that they continued to live together, and lied to protect thmselves from a bitter, intolerant world or the cold glare of revenge from behind prison bars. I like the idea, of course I do
But I thinknit's enough that thet just exist together, that they could be there, that they could be Holmes and Watson at any moment, that just by their beating hearts they are together, in some sense, in the abstract way that two people whose narratives can never be told individually will always be together.