Jul 30, 2025
I finally finished every single canon Sherlock story. Time to delve into the unpublished because if I rest for a moment I fear I will be gone forever
seen from Spain
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I finally finished every single canon Sherlock story. Time to delve into the unpublished because if I rest for a moment I fear I will be gone forever
Charles Augustus Milverton adaptation where milverton get blackmail on Holmes that he and Watson are homosexuals and Sherlock and Watson fucking kill that bitch
God, the way ACD would HATE being called “chiefly the creator of the immortal Sherlock Holmes”
Devil’s foot guy being like “if you’ve ever loved you would understand why I did what I did” and Holmes having flashbacks to earlier when he must have thought he’d killed Watson by accident with his stupid poison burning before letting the guy go is actually so special to me
you know what? I actually love the deerstalker. Does it always make sense? No. Is it really that in character? Ehhhh, not really. Is it fun to have Sherlock in a dumb little hat all the time? Absolutely.
Dude the Sussex Vampire is peak. Watson and Holmes banter. Sherlock is in a chatty mood. Watson and Sherlock sharing an understanding. Sherlock shakes a baby’s hand. Maybe my favorite so far
“‘You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!’
It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love that lay beneath that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
‘It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.’
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket knife.
‘You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. ‘It is quite superficial.’ His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. ‘By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.’”
this little excerpt from The Three Garridebs is everything to me wait
every day in my mind i pelt Sherlock Holmes with golf balls