#john watson.

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'are you bleeding?' - minnie ( @lovest0rie ) for john watson

The doctor was still out of breath as he unceremoniously fell into his chair, top hat dangerously tilting in the process. With a huff, he took it off, threw a quick glance at the thin layer of dust covering it, and put it aside, on the nearest table. Running around the streets of London wasn't originally the most pleasant experience he could've had, but add Sherlock Holmes to the mix and you get an exhausting chase. A dangerous one, even, oftentimes leading to combat. Yet, Holmes had seen right through him : the thrill of said chose felt exhilarating for the retired soldier. A hum escaped him, eyes closing for a second as he leaned into his seat.

"Mmmh ?" one eyebrow raising, his eyes fluttered open, gaze falling on the young pretty lady replacing Mrs Hudson for a few weeks. She was a commoner, probably taking the job for a bit of money and to get away from the gray, heavy atmosphere of the city. Her words seemed to take a little while to be registered, before Watson ended up reacting. Ah, yes. Blood. This was not uncommon when following his colleague's adventures. Before he even saw where the cut was, the man was replying : "A mere scratch !" Adding a soft smile, he glanced down at his shirt, spotting the spots of soot and blood. "Although, it seems I must've ruined my shirt ..."

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2. the time they were most scared  // john?

angsty headcanons / @timesense

definitely when he was nearly killed in combat. he lost a leg, nearly lost his life, and lost several friends' lives as well. it was the scariest moment of his life, because in his mind he knew that if he survived, everything would be different. he could never go back to normal. he would have to readjust to civilian life, have to learn to live with one leg, go to physical therapy and all of that, things he's never done and now would have to do in order to simply survive in london.

and that was if he survived at all, but the biggest thing on his mind was dying, and much as he had previously thought about it, he realized that he didn't want to and was scared of actually losing his life.

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tragedies are indiscriminate. @ john watson

all the acorns on the forest floor / @consultingsister

John is quiet as he sits with that. He lets it stew in his mind, let's it sit heavy in his limbs. He doesn't like that tragedy can happen to just anyone. But he's seen it, time and time again. He's seen it in his family, in himself, in the war and in the emergency room. Tragedy is everywhere and Cee is right –– tragedy doesn't discriminate and never will. It will go after everyone, sinking its sharp teeth into each and every person regardless of who they are or what they've done. "I'm not sure understanding that makes it any easier, Cee," is what he finally lands on, giving a soft and quiet sigh.

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Happy St Andrew's Day 30 Nov

St. Andrew's Day ('Là Naomh Anndrais' in Scottish Gaelic) is Scotland’s National Day.

St. Andrew's Day is the feast day of Saint Andrew. The day is celebrated annually on November 30th, as this is the generally accepted date of St. Andrew’s death in 60 AD.

St Andrew's martyrdom occurred when he was crucified on a diagonally transversed cross which the Romans sometimes used for executions and which, therefore, came to be called St. Andrew's cross. It is said that Andrew could have been crucified on a standard cross, but didn't see himself as worthy enough to die in the same manner as Jesus.

So how did a citizen of Galilee become the national patron saint of Scotland? Around the middle of the 10th century, legend states that a monk called Regulus (St. Rule) brought the relics of Andrew (his kneecap, arm and fingerbone) from Constantinople to the small coastal village of Kilrymont - where the modern town of St Andrews stands today.

St Andrew’s Day celebrations in Scotland are thought to date back to the 11th century and the reign of Malcolm III, who moved the Samhain festival (Halloween) to coincide with the 30th of November in order to ensure enough animals were kept alive for winter stocks.

Legend says that the Pictish King Oengus I built a monastery in Kilrymont to house the relics. St Andrew was made the patron saint of Scotland after the king's descendant, Oengus II, prayed to St Andrew on the eve of a crucial battle against English warriors from Northumberland, around 20 miles east of Edinburgh.

Heavily outnumbered, Oengus II told St Andrew that he would become the patron saint of Scotland if he were granted victory. On the day of the battle, clouds are said to have formed a saltire in the sky, and Oengus's army of Picts and Scots were victorious.

The Saltire flag - a white cross on a blue background - is said to have come from this divine intervention and has been used to represent Scotland since 1385.

BTW- Watson is a name with Scottish origins. So Kiltlock is not a figment of fan fic imagination. I can see John celebrating on the 30th of November.

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