its like sherlock

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Sherlock checking up on John (John checking up on Sherlock)

“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 which lay behind 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 of 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 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. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”

—  The Three Garridebs—Sherlock Holmes
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Poor reactions to Sherlock’s writings

And one more:

i swear to god, possibly the funniest moment in the whole series, the part where i lose it every fucking time, is john’s reaction to mary when he finds out she’s pregnant

he fuckin claps her on the shoulder

i hope to god that my husband would kiss me or hug me or show any kind of loving marital sentiment at all, but no, he’s gone with the reaction of an emotionally constipated father congratulating his teenage son on making the varsity baseball team

like, “heeeeeeeeey….good job on that, buddy /awkward shoulder grab” and then a decade later you’re in therapy wondering why dad never showed you any real affection

Sherlock’s favorite case. 

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This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head…I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you, for the final proof.

T H E   F I N A L   P R O O F   v s .   T H E   F I N A L   P R O B L E M

You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her, look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock. It destroys you every time.

  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *opens the door* Sorry about the mess. Double shifts *giggles nervously* I'm sure I don't need to tell you.
  • Molly's Date: *chuckles* You should see my place.
  • Molly: *spots the Belstaff on her sofa; panics* Erm...can I?
  • Molly's Date: *confused* Huh?
  • Molly: *trying to shove him through the door* Let's go to your place.
  • Molly's Date: *resisting* Why? What's-
  • Sherlock: *leaves the bedroom wearing a sheet; irritated* I've had it with your cat, Molly. That was the last straw *sits on the sofa*
  • Molly's Date: ...
  • Molly's Date: Please tell me he's your brother.
  • Sherlock: *obnoxiously flipping through a magazine* Husband.
  • Molly: *hisses* Shut it!
  • Molly's Date: *looking between them*
  • Molly's Date: *awkward* Uh, look, Molls I know I said 'up for a good time' on my profile but...
  • Molly: *mortified* No! No, no! It's not like that. He *points at Sherlock* HE married me. I had no part of it.
  • Sherlock: *very smug; mutters* Had no trouble consummating it.
  • Molly: *frowns* Why are you here?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* My wife was about to commit adultery; I thought it best to step in.
  • Molly: *annoyed* Don't call me that. This isn't a marriage.
  • Sherlock: Well, you won't move in with me.
  • Molly: *incredulous* because you haven't asked *quickly* and moving all of my belongings into your flat isn't asking.
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* Hmm. Anything else?
  • Molly: *thoughtful* I hyphenate my surname.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Fair enough.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* I get the left side of the bed.
  • Sherlock: *folds his arms* Yes, fine.
  • Molly: And I get your other dressing gown.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* I don't want you thinking you wear the trousers, Mrs. Hooper-Holmes.
  • Molly: *smiles* I always have *pauses* well?
  • Sherlock: *looks up* Oh, right *clears his throat* will you move in with me?
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, why not? *pulls him to his feet; kisses him*
  • Molly's Date: *perplexed* Err...should I- *gestures at the door*
  • Sherlock: About ten minutes ago but better late than never *winks* isn't that right?
  • Molly: *playfully swats him*