Sherlock said he likes his doctors clean shaven, so why did John have a luscious sex moustache in Sherlock's dreams, aka in TAB?
At times like these, nonny, we could turn to historical researches, which can tell us much about facial hair in the Victorian era. For example, here are some thoughts by @mathildalocks, and I’m pretty sure @weeesi found some information about Victorian moustaches and clean-shavenness and queer male identity during their research prior to TAB, which I frustratingly enough cannot find right now.
As for me, I prefer a psychological explanation. You see it’s simple. Recall that, upon his return, Sherlock was shown this picture of John:
And then he did this:
Well, lots of people in our little corner of fandom have talked about this moment, and how Sherlock is thinking about The Smooch in the new context of The Mournstache. And sure, John subsequently shaves and yeah, Sherlock “prefers his doctors clean-shaven,” but let us not forget that Sherlock, for this glorious moment and probably for the rest of the afternoon, sincerely thought that he would, upon their reunion, have the opportunity to kiss John and his moustache, and experience the full bristly goodness of that bedecked upper lip. He probably talked himself up to it. I’m sure it was a major topic of introspection: how it would feel, that scratch of upper lip as John pulled him down for a kiss, the rough abrasion of it, John’s hands on him, pulling him tighter as he left the first hints of scratches along Sherlock’s jaw and neck.
I’m sure it was a source of anxiety at first, but soon, after just a little while, it probably became a point of excitement. Sherlock might have imagined having to control himself, at least a little bit, to stop from giggling as John’s moustache tickled his skin, as John kissed his way down, lips and tongue working the soft skin of Sherlock’s belly, the brush of John’s bristles, as John rushed to undo Sherlock’s trousers, and push them all the way down past his thighs.
Although John shaved (for Sherlock, of course it was for him), it’s probable that a tiny leftover bit of longing and wonder got stuck somewhere in Sherlock’s mind, and that my dear friend, is all the explanation I really need for this:
May god have mercy on our souls, but especially Sherlock’s.
I think you talked about Mary being John's moustache a few days ago and guess what, today on twitter contactsh told contactjhw that the "moustache" is not a part of their lifes anymore...:D I think it's deleted now, but it was on my notifications!
HAhah! Yes! I saw that post come across my dash awhile ago! I’ll have to reblog it if I see it again, LOL.
the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to Her office. I imagine she has a cot there for just that occasion, though she’s probably not supposed to.
the game they’d destroy everyone else at Operation. Sherlock refuses to play against her but he enjoys watching her beat John’s arse.
the emoticon they’d use most often
what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep Short tempered and growly. She scares people when she’s sleep deprived. People start getting her the best coffee around and acting very very nice.
their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever. In the morning she is a coffee fiend. Do not talk to her before she has coffee. At night she likes to curl up with a hot cup of tea. Sometimes herbal, sometimes black, sometimes with a splash of honey and a little nip of alcoholic. And she absolutely adores hot chocolate, too, especially the flavoured kinds.
how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump She’ll pamper herself a bit, buy herself something she might have had her eye on, and then go on a baking spree and do some experimentation in the kitchen.
what they wanted to be when they grew up She wanted to be a teacher, but she definitely wanted to teach the sciences.
their favorite kind of weather She likes it when it’s a bit overcast, giving her a reason to stay home and curl up with a good book or a naughty consulting detective.
thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?) She’s the type who can hold a tune well enough when she sings quietly but when she has to sing loudly she loses her tone and it sounds off. But she has a lovely contralto when she sings to herself.
how/what they like to draw or doodle She’s definitely a doodler of kitties and hearts/flowers, but she also tends to draw geometric patterns as well that are rather intricate.
Some people consider this “cute” or “smart” but personally,
I just consider it cruel, abusive, and nasty.
“I agree, I’m the best thing that could have happened to
you.” John fumbles and hesitates and thoroughly bungles his proposal to Mary. Mary
laughs, finishes his sentences for him, and insincerely apologises for having
“The famous blog, finally!” Mary dramatically reading out
excerpts of John’s blog, which embarrasses him (he explicitly tells her to stop
and she doesn’t), then calls him out on shaving off the moustache that Sherlock
didn’t like, giggling at him when he denies it.
“I’m not John; I can tell when you’re lying.” Here Mary
embarrasses them both in saying that she is more capable of reading Sherlock
than John is, and that she, unlike her gullible husband, isn’t as easily
fooled. Nice! Two birds, one stone.
“He mentions him all the time to me. He never shuts up about
him.” Mary, brutally rubbing in something which almost certainly isn’t true, in
the face of Sherlock’s obvious jealousy. She says this, confirms it, then
watches his discomfort with unholy glee.
“What is that?!” Mary wants to know, referring to the tyre
lever John puts down his jeans just before going into the drug den to rescue
Isaac Whitney. Why this question, to Captain John Watson, of all people?
Obviously John can handle himself, yet Mary insists on trying to embarrass him
over this, demeaning his choice. Gross.
“You’ve been reading John’s blog. The story of how you met.”
Mary announces this in the midst of Sherlock apparently newly revived from a
serious drug overdose/suicide attempt, humiliating him in front of all those
present, including John, as to what Sherlock was thinking about at the time of
his would-be death. This, for me, is the most unforgivable thing on this list. Sherlock
overdoses, is woken up in the presence of his best friend, brother, and
supposed friend, and what does the latter do? Not-so-subtly lets everyone
present know that he’s desperately in love with her husband. Thanks, Mary! That
will definitely help him right now! Look at that smirk. Bitch.
There are so many more examples. Mary is not cute and lovable. Mary is that girl from school who knew how to say things that were funny to the group and made the victim’s skin crawl with humiliation or stinging shame. Mary is a manipulative, cruel bully. And on top of it, she’s a murderer.
Other “highlights” among my many Mary posts, lol: here, here, here, here, and here. Well, those are the longer ones, mostly. :P
But can we talk about how this episode was centred around John and Sherlock falling in love with each other all over again. After the explosive emotion and anger and hurt, and Sherlock’s playing it down with a nervous laugh, we get John shaving off his moustache for Sherlock and then there’s the ‘I’m seeing him everywhere’ whilst Sherlock is hearing John’s voice in his mind, endearing and familiar and oh my god is it making him lose focus.
But then John is revisiting 221b because maybe just maybe he can try and forgive that complete dick for leaving him for two years.
That’s before he’s kidnapped to which Sherlock reacts by stealing a motorbike and racing through London with all the panic and fear of a startled fox in headlights, only to leap in to a fucking raging fire, crying out John’s name because he cannot lose him, he’s only just got him back, Sherlock may be able to cheat death but DAMMIT JOHN CAN’T!
And then John is better (shall we deduce that Sherlock waited by his hospital bed until he regained consciousness because shut up Mycroft I just want to make sure.)
But no he’s still absent minded, his parents are around but he’s not really with them, because John John John, John hasn’t forgiven him yet and he needs him to - Shit is that John at the door, please you guys get out of here oh MY GOD you’re embarrassing me in front of him.
And John, John wants to speak with, wants to examine, wants to thank the birth-givers of this fantastically enchanting human being, I can’t believe I just witnessed them, but I’m still cross totally not cross any more
And then there’s there’s the small laugh, the sorry sorry sorry again John jesus how many times… But no really… sorry.
Then deducing again together, back in the game because John may as well, he’s involved in it now, that’s the only reason… But wait, this is serious, we’re both going to die so okay, Sherlock, I forgive you.
But it’s not just I forgive you, it’s of course I forgive you. I love you, I always have and I always will because how can’t I when you made my life so worth living, when you made the blood pump through my veins faster than I thought was possible. So of course I forgive you, of course I do because I’m just happy to have you back in my life, I’m just happy that feeling I had deep down inside, that instinct that told me you weren’t really gone, not really, it was right.
That’s all Sherlock needed to hear. That’s all he wanted, to know that his dearest friend and yes, the love of his life, forgave him. Because how could he function properly, how could he even concentrate on anything with that one problem rolling through his mind.