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I frequently see short text posts praising Joan and wishing for the universe to bestow Joan with a girlfriend already or affirmations that she’s a wlw, all of which are absolutely wonderful, and I want to ask anyone who has any thoughts on it, what is your ideal, dream situation for Joan? Living situation, spouse or no spouse (who you ship her with and why), her sexual orientation, children or no children, any change to her job(s), hobbies (besides baseball and jogging), more pets or different pets… change in hairstyle or wardrobe… tattoo ideas…

I’m just really curious of other people’s Joan Watson headcanons?

(Not) Killing Your Darlings: Parallels Between ACD Canon and S4

I’ve slowly been working my way through a reread of the canon stories, and although I am used to finding phrases and plotlines among the stories that have been adapted within Sherlock, what surprised me towards the end of the canon is that the writers of Sherlock appear to be adapting the way the stories are written, as well. We’ve talked a lot about the idea that Mofftiss have Reichenbached the show in Series 4, but I’m beginning to think they have Case-booked it (and His Last Bowed it, a little, too). This will probably sound grim at first, but I remain an optimist when it comes to Sherlock, so bear with me. These are Princess Bride “pit of despair” times; I figure if we have to be here, we may as well look around.

As a quick reminder, Doyle published the short stories as:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892)
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1894)
The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1905)
His Last Bow (1917)
The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes (1927)

I’m going to start at the end of His Last Bow and the later stories, because they best parallel Series 4, then look back very briefly.

Breaking the fourth wall

His Last Bow breaks the pattern of the Sherlock Holmes story collections in a few ways. It begins with a brief preface written by John H. Watson; he addresses the reader directly to explain that he and Holmes are still living, though ageing:

”The friends of Mr Sherlock Holmes will be glad to learn that he is still alive and well, though somewhat crippled by occasional attacks of rheumatism… Several previous experiences which have lain long in my portfolio, have been added to ‘His Last Bow’ so as to complete the volume.” (His Last Bow, preface)

… lots more under the cut.

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#32-You See Him Cry for the First Time (Harry)

Warning: traumatic experiences, being hit by a car, hospitals, ambulances, a concussion, and sad Harry. 

A/N: I had a seriously cute idea for this….and then this happened. I apologize in advance. I would’ve thought watching Moana while writing this would’ve helped it be happier….but nope. Oops.

“Harry!” You called, waving at him from across the street. You looked both ways, before starting to cross the road. Harry smiled at you, before he glanced down the road, and his expression changed to one of fear.

“(Y/N)! Watch out!” Harry cried, starting towards you. You looked to the side, and saw a car speeding towards you. You tried to run out of the way of the car, but it’s bumper clipped you, the force knocking you to the ground. Your head came into contact with the ground, your vision blurring from the force of the impact. “Love? (Y/N), love, can you hear me?”

“Harry?” You murmured, trying to focus on his face.

“Oh, God, (Y/N), you’re bleeding,” Harry whispered, quickly pulling out his phone. He dialled 911, and you could hear him talking, before the words faded out, and your vision going dark.


Harry gasped, his phone slipping through his fingers to collide with the ground. One of his hands went to yours, and the other reached for your wrist, checking your pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt it, beating strongly underneath his fingertips. Soon afterwards, he heard the wailing of the sirens approaching, and the area became a flurry of activity. The paramedics loaded you into the ambulance, and Harry hurriedly asked if he could accompany you, climbing into the passenger’s seat, when they said he could. The ambulance raced towards the hospital, the other traffic getting hurriedly out of the way. When they arrived, the paramedics unloaded the stretcher you were on, and rushed you into the hospital. Harry was told to wait outside the room you were in while the doctor examined you, and that he would be informed when they knew something. Harry sat outside your room, his gaze focused on the floor in front of him.

“Mr. Styles?” A voice asked. Harry looked up, and saw a young doctor in front of him. “I’m Dr. Watson. I need to talk to you about Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Is….is she okay?” Harry whispered.

“She’s going to be fine. She has a mild concussion, but other than that, she’s going to be perfectly fine. She’s very lucky,” Dr. Watson said. “You can go in and see her, if you want.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you,” Harry quietly said, before standing and walking into your room. He gulped at the sight of you lying there, unmoving. Harry took a seat in the chair next to your bed, before taking your hand in his. After what felt like an eternity, you moved slightly, squinting before opening your eyes.

“(Y/N)?” Harry whispered.

“Harry? Where am I?” You quietly said.

“You’re in the hospital. Do you remember the accident?” Harry quietly asked.  

“There was a car….I remember,” You replied.

“The doctor said that you’re going to be perfectly fine,” Harry said, smiling gently at you. He took a deep breath, relieved that you were okay. The doctor came in shortly afterwards, checked you over, and released you. The two of you went home, spending the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies. Harry  kept glancing over at you, checking to make sure that you were okay.

“Harry, you keep looking over at me. What’s going on?” You inquired.

“Nothing, love,” Harry replied.

“Harry,” You said, turning towards him.

“Okay,” Harry murmured. “I just….I was so scared this afternoon. You lost consciousness, and I thought I’d lost you. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Harry looked up at you, his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, Harry,” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. You felt tears sinking into your shirt, wetting the fabric. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re not going to lose me,”

“I love you, (Y/N),” Harry quietly said, gently rubbing your back.

“I love you too, Harry,” You replied. The two of you stayed that way until Harry drifted off to sleep, his hand clutching yours. You smiled at the sight, before returning to watching the movie.

Written by Angel


I just realized… John doesn’t change clothes from the previous morning until Mary shows up at the hospital.  So he stayed with Sherlock all night (of course) and didn’t go home until Mary showed up.  Which explains why she had time to harass him. </3  Ow my heart.

The Imperfections of human beings.

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.


The contrast between these two scenes interested me. The two characters with contrasting messages both reflects and juxtapositions the characterisations seen in the two shows.

On the one hand, you have John, who does not regularly seem too violent. As an army doctor, it is possible to put the emphasis on the ‘soldier’ aspect of his past. It is from this he got that sense of adventure that he seems to crave, and that continues after he meets Sherlock. This contrasts with Watson, as portrayed by Panin. His experience of combat would have been very different, and this would almost certainly have created very different ideas of war for them. Watson’s experience would probably have been more direct (his future is determined by a game of rock, paper, scissors), and so his action in this scene is at long distance, using a gun. John, being experienced in modern warfare, fights with his hands. Remember that both characters are proficient in both methods.

Panin’s Watson is a far more violent character: he is regularly seen to fight, shoot, etc. Despite this, he is definitely a doctor, which I found to be odd. The more violent character is the one who switches into doctor mode about ten times an episode. It is rare that we see John patching Sherlock up, especially when he was the cause of the injury in the first place.

Then, you have to look at what they are saying. Despite being less violent in his actions, Watson has the potential to do far more harm than John. He is preparing to fire a gun, and yet he is talking about healing people. This follows Holmes telling him to 'shoot’, while referring to him as 'doctor’. Considering Holmes generally refers to Watson either as 'John’, or by his last name, it is the use of the title that leads Watson to say what he says. Both Sherlock and Holmes say very similar things to their counterpart, it is Watson who replies by pointing out that yes, he is a doctor, and doctors ’heal’. Nobody needs reminding that Watson has killed. And Watson, who in the past few episodes has killed (or been direct in causing it) half the people who he once considered as friends, understands what damage he can do with that gun. Maybe this is why he aims for the legs, as we know that he considered killing Roy then.

… and that is all I can think of for now. But basically, the more violent of these two characterisations seems, to me, to have a greater understanding of the harm that he has caused recently, and that is probably something to do with… well, Rock, Paper, Scissors. John seems far more focused on that sense of excitement, and isn’t the doctor that Watson is. He is the soldier who must act as a doctor; Watson is the doctor who must act as a soldier.

overly insistent remarks, in translation

mrs. hudson: “i’m not your housekeeper” (i’m your housekeeper)

“i occupy a minor position in the government” (i am the british government)

“i’m a high-functioning sociopath” (i’m really not a sociopath)

“i’m not gay” (hmmMMMMMmmm INTERESTING)