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John H. Watson, known as Dr. Watson, is a fictional character in the Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.🖋📔 Watson is Sherlock Holmes’ friend, assistant and sometime flatmate, and the first person narrator of all but four of these stories. He is described as the typical Victorian-era gentleman, unlike the more eccentric Holmes.🎩 He is astute, although he can never match his friend’s deductive skills.
In the 2010 – BBC television show Sherlock, Martin Freeman portrays Watson as a discharged military doctor who strikes an uneasy yet intense friendship with the brilliant but eccentric Holmes. As with the original character, Watson served in the British Army in Afghanistan. The adaptation is set in contemporary London.💂🏻🇬🇧 40 x 40 mm #sherlock #sherlocked #sherlockbbc #sherlockholmes #drwatson #john #watson #johnwatson #johnwatsonbbc #johnhamishwatson #london #uk #bakerstreet #bakerstreet221b #221b #221bbakerstreet #england #tvshow #watercolor #portrait #portraitminiature #miniature #tiny #tinyart #art

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I am sooooo in the throes of my Adlock shippy feels.This is a photo edit for the Abominable Bride episode. Irene Adler didn’t make a physical appearance but she did appear in one scene: a photograph in Sherlock’s watch, which he carries with him everywhere.     @the-adler-vertu​ruebella-b @i-am-adlocked@nixxie-fic@fuckyeahsherlockirene

Based on the above picture I wrote this


He sat there on the pavement cradling the broken, beaten, bloody body of his best friend. “John” Sherlock said “Stay with me. Lestrade’s on his way, you’ll be fine. John, please”.
Slowly, John raised his head and opened his mouth as if to speak. Instead of words blood came from between his lips and dribbled down his chin. Coughing, he tried to speak once more. “Sherlock” John said, looking up at the sky. Painfully, John began to sing “You are my sunshine” he rasped “my only sunshine”. John took in a shaky breath before continuing “You make me happy when skies are gray”. John coughed once again and more blood streamed out. Sherlock looked down and his eyes locked with John’s and together they sang “you’ll never know dear, how much I love you” they sang on as Johns eyes closed “please don’t take my sunshine”. John stopped singing and Sherlock finished alone, stare fixed on the still form of the man in his lap “away”.