I wanted to write some formal stuff about T6T now that I’m on a real keyboard. I spent the entire night just sifting through people’s very angry, upset, hurt posts about John, Sherlock, Mary, and even Molly. I think people need to step back and realize what this show is actually about: human beings.
I grew up in a hugely broken home. My mother’s 6 year relationship with the man of her dreams was shattered when he cheated on her after 6 months of being married. Our lives effectively ended as she spiraled into alcoholism and a massive depression which eventually killed her. I’ve grown up literally thinking that cheating on your spouse is how Satan prepares you for your eternity in the boiling shit cauldron of Hell. In short: I. Hate. Cheaters.
Naturally, when I saw what John was engaging in, my anger shot up like a piss volcano. My instant reaction was fury, to drop the man and his character like a hot dog patty. But then, I remembered, that this show has one true characteristic above all others: human beings are not just one thing. People, are flawed. People, are never ever perfect, no matter how much they try to be.
Listen to what Mary said to John. She said it was so hard to try and live up to the perfection that she thought John was. That perfection is (and ALWAYS has been, y’all) a facade. I never did understand why people thought John was an angel when it’s demonstrated in the very first episode that he is NOT. I was able to see that, but I was able to see his goodness too. Same with Sherlock.
Ironically, both of these idiots have spent the better half of 3 seasons trying to BE perfect. It’s a lie. It can never be. The irony of Sherlock calling out Mary’s “facade” in HLV just…I sat there grinning from ear to ear because honey you are ALL operating behind a facade. Every single one of you. John thinks he wants a quiet life but in actuality he is drawn to catastrophic danger. Copy that verbatim for Mary. Sherlock thinks he’s a perfect thinking machine without emotion, yet he sits and bawls over his childhood pet. Molly thinks she wants a normal dude who goes to pubs but instead she really wants “a high functioning sociopath”. For God’s sake Mrs. Hudson used to help run a drug ring. Mycroft is perfectly fine covering up murders, sending out assassins, whatever it takes to keep his interests intact. Ha ha ha these people are aaaaall fuuuuuucked.
Now, I am still furious with John. John was ultimately responsible for his family’s destruction. It was inevitable. His undying love for danger, despite having a newborn baby in his life, put him and his family on a collision course with tragedy. Sherlock added to this, but he did not cause it directly. If John had truly been a responsible dad he’d have picked up and moved his family to the damned suburbs or something and quit solving cases with Sherlock…but he didn’t. Now, he’ll have to deal with that guilt. The guilt of being a major reason why his baby girl will now grow up motherless. Sherlock was responsible for the final straw, but John was responsible for the haystack.
And that’s the point of Sherlock. These people are all terribly, helplessly broken. I think the most pure person in this show is Molly Hooper, and she’s not perfect either. There’s only ever been one perfect human being and they nailed Him to a cross.
Having said all of this, and while John’s actions in T6T I found to be absolutely unlikable, reprehensible, and gross…I know he is just a man. His life was changing at an alarming pace. A new baby, from what I have heard, throws couples into turmoil all the time. The man still suffers from mental illness. He is now a single father, hates his best friend (he’ll get over it, y’all, the writing will make sure of that), and his wife went to her grave believing he was a perfect person when he knows in his heart he is anything but. John Watson made his bed, and he’ll lie in it forever now. It will now be his personal journey to redeem himself for what has happened. Sherlock has been on his own personal journey for, well, ever. Now it’s John’s turn. I’m willing to give him the same chance I’ve given to his stupid friend.
No one is perfect in Sherlock. No one is perfect in life. That’s the point. We can sit and hate the people who’ve wronged us, and believe me, I still hold a lot of hate in my heart for my stepdad for turning my mother into a pile of rubbish and causing me to grow up a mess of a person. But in the end, it makes zero positive difference in my life. That hate is an anchor on me, a weight I don’t want and am still filing at it’s chain to free myself from.
We forgive or we don’t, but we move on regardless of what choice we make. We’ll have to see if John Watson makes better choices in the future. For that little baby girl…he’d better. I’m willing to wait and see.
In The Six Thatchers we see a man tortured by “love” for six years comes back from the dead only to pass out drunk in his flat after sorrowfully looking at pictures of the Watson wedding like…. come ON people, can’t you see this is EXACTLY what happened to Sherlock except he took COCAINE?? For God’s sake, open your eyes, people!
i am just so tired… like at this point when someone irl asks me “why do you think they love each other” it’s just. i can’t. if you just watched an episode explicitly showing that sherlock was willing to descend into hell to get john watson back and you can’t see it then. just. Hell Mend You and goodnight
When you call people, specifically those in the lgbt community, delusional for seeing themselves represented on screen.. do you realise how that sounds?
When you put so much heat into your words against johnlock but not against other ships in the fandom, do you realise how that looks?
When you can easily see a romance between Holmes and Watson when one of them is a woman but find it preposterous when it is two men, do you realise what you are implying?
Now, I try to stay out of shipping wank. I try to keep my blog as positive as it can be, celebrating johnlock as I see them with some lovely people I’d like to call my friends.
This is beyond shipping wank however. This is coming onto someone’s blog to aggressively tell them that they are wrong in a world where lgbt are told they are ‘wrong’ every single day just for being who they are.
How dare you. What gives you the right?
Let us have this. Let us celebrate this. Let us have something positive to look forward to and that can change lives for the better.
Why would you even want to ruin that for us? If you don’t believe, whatever, keep it to yourself if you’re unable to open your mind to even the smallest possibility. Leave us alone.
in which sherlock holmes is the reckless and rule ignorant brilliant detective, solving case with his admiring and admirable best friend fellow detective john watson. sherlock, as you can see, is completely baffled by the female sex.
because the final problem is upon us and i fear we’re going to implode, so have a little bit of fun
Thank you to everyone we can see another sky. And!! Would you believe it! Emma Watson of Bell and Dan Stevens of beast was allowed to talk. Both of them in a very attractive ^ ^#EmmaWatson #DanStevens #BeautyAndTheBeast
Some more Baker Street interior. And since it’s so small, some lazily enlarged details… because I am really sad you can’t see Holmes and Watson in bigger. D: Next time I might be able to draw proper furniture, at the moment everything’s just simple boxes…
Sherlock Holmes has just kissed John Watson for the first time. They’re in Baker Street after everything, after Mary and Mycroft and Moriarty and missing each other and also missing each other for far too long. They are standing in the middle of the room, centered between their chairs, but barely any space separates the two men. It was a quick kiss, blink and you’d miss it, almost chaste, a tentative and fleeting press of Sherlock’s lips to John’s before he pulled back to look at him with a question in his eyes, with fear and also hope. John is staring back at him, and as we watch time slows down for John. Time is rewinding and replaying and we see it again but slower, Sherlock dipping his head and coming closer and pressing his lips to John’s with those perfect eyes shuttered, and all of this is playing out in half speed and stops on the moment of contact.
Then, time starts to move again, but fast now. The scenes are picking up speed like a deduction flashing across the screen, going back through this story to show us Sherlock confronting Jim for the last time and then Sherlock collapsing on the ground next to Mycroft who is bleeding and then Sherlock holding a collapsing John in his arms and screaming on his phone to emergency services reporting that a bullet has brought the brave Doctor Watson down, again and then Sherlock promising “to the very best of times” on a quiet tarmac before a plane turns slowly in the air and then Sherlock whispering “because you chose her” while the sound of Mary’s deceit still rings through John’s skull and then Sherlock raising his hand, far above John, balanced on the edge of St. Bart’s with a phone to his ear and then Sherlock in his purple shirt with his microscope on the table behind him walking towards a soaking wet John after a woman exits their lives for a second time and then Sherlock raising his gun towards a figure by a pool and then Sherlock stretched out on the couch in Baker Street lit by the perfect glow of the battlefield John’s just now discovered and then -
Time slows down again. The scene drags across the screen, circling around the pair, as John extends his hand with his sister’s old phone clutched in it, as Sherlock moves slowly closer to him along the side of a lab bench, and the shot spins and narrows and then breaks to a standstill, freezes, as the two men’s eyes connect over their shared grip on the phone.
And then we see Baker Street again, John standing in front of Sherlock and in front of their chairs after that first, small kiss. And John sees that moment, sees all those moments, so with all the force of a punch to the face behind it he reaches up towards Sherlock’s lovely neck and ridiculous curls and, with eyes speaking an answer to a question he had always been, partly, afraid of…he reaches up and grabs Sherlock Holmes around the neck to bring their mouths crushing together in a kiss that leaves all the others behind.
“I’m finally able to tell you … that I will be playing Belle in Disney’s new live-action Beauty and the Beast! It was such a big part of my growing up, it almost feels surreal that I’ll get to dance to ‘Be Our Guest’ and sing ‘Something There.’ My six year old self is on the ceiling — heart bursting. Time to start some singing lessons. I can’t wait for you to see it.”
-Emma Watson on being casted as Belle.
Welcome Emma on joining Disney’s live action princesses!
Sometimes I think about the fact that I’m completely obsessed with two men who are so emotionally repressed that they can only express themselves by gazing at one another’s chairs and I question my life choices.