I REMADE! @dandyholmes

new blog is @dandyholmes

new blog is @dandyholmes

can you believe they have that “somebody loves you” line in asib and then the whole thing with the coffin in tfp “who loves you sherlock” and in both instances the camera pans/cuts to john like wow don’t be so subtle i don’t think people got it

this is what im thinking about this evening, good night.

It’s S2E1 and S4E3… mirroring each other… as though folded along a midpoint…………

HOLY SHIT even the time stamps match??!? “somebody loves you” is about half an hour in in ASIB and the thing in TFP more or less at the beginning of the last third of the episode so

if you were to actually physically fold the entire series at midpoint

these points would touch

wow this is wild THE FUCKING LEVELS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

Dinner?

sherlock: interacts w a woman john: immediately physically ill

me: im done w/ romance!!!! im married to my work

my idiot lizard brain clocking me with a Shovel: NEED HOLD HAND

john & sherlock’s realization that the other person does want and in fact has been desperate for their love is really going to leave me clinging to life huh

mmmm noah fence but i just thought about sherlock’s boyfriend being his doctor which then made me think about john learning everything he possibly can about trans medical care because of sherlock so he can take best care of him and i’m emotional

Sherlock Holmes is a gay trans man who loves romance and bees and dogs and John Watson

um um um john massaging sherlock’s back cause it hurts from the post-op binder. giving him soft back and neck kisses

love that no anti or casual could explain the vitruvian john and when they saw it they thought that those filthy johnlockers had photoshopped it

#and that filthy johnlocker… was sherlock

Just look at these dorks!

‘I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’ ‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment. ‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night. – The Valley of Fear, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle