Watson is a unreliable narrator. And he isn’t even ashamed of it.

Charles Augustus Milverton, 1885-1888?

It is years since the incidents of which I speak took place, and yet it is with diffidence that I allude to them. For a long time, even with the utmost discretion and reticence, it would have been impossible to make the facts public; but now the principal person concerned is beyond the reach of human law, and with due suppression the story may be told in such fashion as to injure no one. It records an absolutely unique experience in the career both of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and of myself. The reader will excuse me if I conceal the date or any other fact by which he might trace the actual occurrence.

So Watson simply says that he will change any facts he deems necessary. Beautiful.

The Second Stain, 1888

If in telling the story I seem to be somewhat vague in certain details the public will readily understand that there is an excellent reason for my reticence.

It was, then, in a year, and even in a decade, that shall be nameless, that upon one Tuesday morning in autumn we found two visitors of European fame within the walls of our humble room in Baker Street.

“Somewhat vague”? If you read the second sentence, that is the understatement of the century.

A Scandal in Bohemia, 1889

You may address me as the Count Von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman. I understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and discretion, whom I may trust with a matter of the most extreme importance. If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone.”

I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. “It is both, or none,” said he. “You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.”

The Count shrugged his broad shoulders. “Then I must begin,” said he, “by binding you both to absolute secrecy for two years, at the end of that time the matter will be of no importance. At present it is not too much to say that it is of such weight it may have an influence upon European history.”

I promise,” said Holmes.

And I.”

Here, it is not explicitly stated that Watson is veiling the facts, but the mere fact that he writes the story should tell the reader that he is changing enough to make the characters unrecognisable. It has been speculated that the nobleman in question was the Prince of Wales himself. (Would fit his character, by the way…)

The Three Students, 1895

It was in the year ‘95 that a combination of events, into which I need not enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes and myself to spend some weeks in one of our great University towns, and it was during this time that the small but instructive adventure which I am about to relate befell us. It will be obvious that any details which would help the reader to exactly identify the college or the criminal would be injudicious and offensive. So painful a scandal may well be allowed to die out. With due discretion the incident itself may, however, be described, since it serves to illustrate some of those qualities for which my friend was remarkable. I will endeavour in my statement to avoid such terms as would serve to limit the events to any particular place, or give a clue as to the people concerned.

Here, Watson masks the truth for more personal reasons, and everybody is fine with it by now. The summarised content of this paragraph is “I essentially invented the following story, enjoy reading about my friend”.

The Illustrious Client, 1902

The client’s name is not even mentioned. Just that it is “illustrious”. (Also, the damsel in distress is called Violet, another sign that…something was changed by Watson (see TJLC and 1895)).

And in the Christmas Special? Well, in the trailer we have all seen how “reliable” Watson’s writing will turn out to be…


By the way, this works perfectly well on another level too: That Watson, the author, constantly lied is clearly canon. “Our” writers, Mofftisson, have to lie as shamelessly and as much to follow the “original”, canonical attitude to lying – in both cases to veil Johnlock (albeit with similar levels of success).

the first members are… -insert drumroll here-

but let’s be honest, those losers don’t even matter so let’s add in a few more.

congratulations! it may take me a few hours, but you should all be getting a message from me later today to get everything set up.

if you didn’t get into the network with this initial batch don’t lose hope! i had such a huge list of people that i wanted to add and narrowing it down was hell because this fandom is full of such amazing people. more members will be added slowly over time, and all reblogs of the network post will forever count for entry. thanks for your interest!

i was tagged by the lovely joolabee​ and i’m sorry it took me ages but this was too hard D:

Spell your name with songs (johnlock edition).

Jack White, Love is Blindness
Elysium, Portishead
Smoke, Daughter
Song of the Siren, Susheela Raman
I Have Nothing, Noah and the Whale
Clarity, Chantelle Truong
Atlantic, Keane

idek if it even works but it’s just a lot of sad.

it seems that songs starting with j are incredibly unpopular in my library and i am too big a trashcan to go out and find something suitable, so [i cheated] have some jack white.

um tagging davidburked, 221behavior, londoninjune & natka-natka-natka

Holmes and Watson and various states of undress

The Man With The Twisted Lip, 1889

He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large blue dressing-gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillows from his bed and cushions from the sofa and armchairs. With these he constructed a sort of Eastern divan, upon which he perched himself cross-legged, with an ounce of shag tobacco and a box of matches laid out in front of him. 

In the dim light of the lamp I saw him sitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features. 

So he sat as I dropped off to sleep, and so he sat when a sudden ejaculation caused me to wake up, and I found the summer sun shining into the apartment. The pipe was still between his lips, the smoke still curled upward, and the room was full of a dense tobacco haze, but nothing remained of the heap of shag which I had seen upon the previous night.

Awake, Watson?” he asked.


Game for a morning drive?”


Then dress.”

So they undressed while they were in that room together and it says that they also spent the whole night together and – I will stop right here.

The Speckled Band, 1883

I rapidly threw on my clothes and was ready in a few minutes to accompany my friend down to the sitting-room.

Which means that Holmes was in the room while Watson took off his nightclothes and dressed in his normal attire. And Watson throws this in off-hand like he was perfectly comfortable with and used to it.

The Blue Carbuncle, 1890

I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes upon the second morning after Christmas, with the intention of wishing him the compliments of the season. He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing-gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the right, and a pile of crumpled morning papers, evidently newly studied, near at hand.

I know this is not significant but just imagine this, please…

And here comes the scene:

The Illustrious Client, 1902

Both Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath. It was over a smoke in the pleasant lassitude of the drying-room that I have found him less reticent and more human than anywhere else. On the upper floor of the Northumberland Avenue establishment there is an isolated corner where two couches lie side by side, and it was on these that we lay upon September 3, 1902, the day when my narrative begins. I had asked him whether anything was stirring, and for answer he had shot his long, thin, nervous arm out of the sheets which enveloped him and had drawn an envelope from the inside pocket of the coat which hung beside him.

There is a picture for what this would have looked like:


Nothing to add to that.  

Let us keep in mind that this is Victorian England. Beautiful.

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