and to everyone bitching about belle’s yellow gown:
i get it. i do.
but in the words of my father (who was crying like a baby during most of the film): “people who say these things are just looking for something to pick on. there was probably not one person in that theater that could care less about what was wrong with it. they would have all said it was beautiful, and it was.”
Sherlock looking at John:
I am enamoured even by the way your fingers move, the way the light plays on your skin, with your hair and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, and how you get around things you love, with your humour,