You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him.
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On this occasion, a home, more than bricks and mortar, a turtle, it’s a feeling. It’s a feeling of belonging. Isn’t it? Of love of course. Of hope… for the future. I don’t know if I have ever met two people who are more suited to one another than you two. To Barry and Iris. To us.
Philip and Lukas sitting under the tree and holding hands and playing with each other’s fingers and smiling and laughing with each other and kissing each other saved my entire soul, it cleansed me, it rebuilt me as a better person, not a word of an exaggeration
I have nothing better to do than split hairs about sherlolly. Forgive me, it’s just that I’m still rewatching that amazing scene and I can’t really help myself.
So who loves you?
John suggests Irene Adler, because of the obvious attraction. But sex doesn’t equal love, and Sherlock does not associate Irene with love, he associates Molly. And it’s not just the natural ending of his deduction about the victim’s practicality about dead; Irene has lovers but she is a woman full of secrets so she is rather alone, and she’s far from innocent, I wouldn’t put past her amurder or two actually. Irene is a woman that will tell him I want you, like a new pet or a toy, she’s fascinated with him but in her brutal straightforwardness she would never speak of love, nor feel it in the selfless way it’s supposed to be felt. Don’t be ridiculous, he says to John, because John thought of her after the I love you, implying that she does love him, but SHerlock knows that hers is not love. He might be still quite dense on some things but he knows the difference between desire and sentiment.
He doesn’t espect for Irene to come to him when he calls or when he needs it, but he expects Molly to do it. It never occurred to him that she has not the strenght to provide whatever supports he needs because she’s always there, which is why he is upset that she ignores his call - But it’s me calling, and she can ignore someone else but she could never ignore him, and it hurts his pride. In the middle of a crisis, with her apartament less than 3 minutes away from blowing up he is upset that she would, for any reason, consciously decide to pass up on a chance to speak to him. I think ti throws him off his game a bit, later, when she answer his call, because she did something he did not predict. And when she tells him quickly then he still has trouble finding the words, because Sherlock does not want to speak about love with her, in fact Eurus must push him with a tick-tock from Moriarty. Sherlock needs for her to say the words, but at the same time a part of him knows he’s possibly doing something he won’t be able to undo, and doesn’t want to hear her say the words, he is not ready for that. If it was Irene speaking about love he would be deducing how much of a lie that is and what’s her motive, what plan she has, where is the trick, but with Molly, if she says the words, even out of a script, there will still be love in it, because Molly is always painfully open.
I really loved when he says “No, I know you’re not an experiment. You’re my friend” with that hushing tone, like he wants to soothe her pain, because he’s truly sorry that he’s hurting her, because he knows she never valued her place in his life. He really didn’t give her much reason to, for a long time. Molly thought of herself as the one that doesn’t count, the one that is being John when he’s not around, but now she is important.
You know why - No I don’t know why. Really? He deduced that a long time ago at the Christmas party, and later her fiance was the bad copy of him, he can’t not know, he’s just refusing to see it because it scares him, It’s something bigger than he is, it’s something he doesn’t know how to handle or begin to deserve, so he’d rather not know. If she doesn’t love him he has no choice to make, no other way for him, no pother possible life to consider.
After she said it, he turns the switch and concentrate on the little girl again, interrupting Mycroft that is worried about him. Sherlock, however hard that was- that was a 3 minutes phone call and there’s no reason it should be hard on Sherlock unless Mycroft thinks that there was truth in his words. The fact that Sherlock ignores him and speaks to Eurus and concentrate on the next task is the equivalent of him trying to hide himself from what has just happened. He’s saved Molly’s life, and maybe he’s hurt her but it’s nothing irreparable, there’s no reason why he should feel like hiding himself away unless what he said was true. I won, I won, was basically him rubbing in Eurus face that he’s fine, that forcing him into that concersation did not upset him, but 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, it destroys you, every time. Now please, pull yourself together, I need you at the peek of efficency, the next one isn’t going to be so easy. Today they are soldiers, five people died in front of him and he’s been lucid up to this moment, even while she spoke he stayed immobile and apparently calm but she knows the damage she’s done, the walls she tore down, which is why she says pull yourself together. She had fun pushing the one button that could send Sherlock into a turmoil and then told him to pull yourself together. She kicked someone that was on the ground and then asked them what were they doing crawling on the floor.
And the coffin’s lid it’s been bothering so much, in a good way, because it was such a beautiful scene and I got why he smashed the coffin, but the exact reason for closing the coffin before doing so just escaped me, until I connected the dots too. I know Smith’s words were true and applied perfectly to the phone call but I did not realize it applied to this moment too. You can’t take it back, you can’t un-say it. Once you’ve opened your heart you can’t close it again. That’s what Sherlock is trying to do, he’s trying to get over the inner turmoil, the words she made him say have made come to light things he’d rather not know so he’s trying to phisically close his heart. Mycroft knows that something snapped inside Sherlock, which is why he stands still on the door and just watched him close the coffin without trying to make him follow as John does.
So many days unlived, so many words unspoken, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. So Eurus forced them to say the so many words unspoken, and if one of them should die that day at least they have been honest with each other, said those words that they would have regretted. In a tortuos way it was thoughtful of her, wasn’t it?
This isn’t torture, this is vivisection -
Eurus has cut him open to see what there was on the inside. And there was Molly.