Some Sherlock BBC sketches.
wow what a stupidly cute family
AU - John has an important question to ask Sherlock.
Sherlock waking up like What day is it? What do I need to do today? What is Lestrade doing? What cases are there? What experiments have I been doing? and then John breathes on his throat and squeezed his arm around his waist as he starts to wake up, and all Sherlock’s racing thoughts disappear with a fond smile.
The way John looks at Sherlock
hold meEND ME
I would like to add this one
I can’tMartin Freeman can do anything with a look.
Sherlock finds Janine a guy
wearing a purple shirt and a tie with elephants on it.
THE ELEPHANTS IN THE ROOM. HELP.
CAN YOU IMAGINE SHERLOCK HOLDING A NEARLY DEAD JOHN IN HIS ARMS AND HE SAYS “I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU GO. WE BELONG TOGETHER”
"Presumably not. It’s the tensions within those characters that make the show. Now that Mary is very much part of the setup, that can’t be a happy, or rather a straightforward, thing. Without the tension between John and Sherlock there is no show. So no, it won’t be un-rocky"
- Martin Freeman, The Sunday Times
you come back from the army where you fell in love with your commanding officer and he either rejected you because of his work or you had an affair and it ended badly; and your leg is not working for no apparent reason, and you can’t seem to fit into the life you’re having now and you just feel so depressed and useless, you just feel like this whole life is not worth living anymore. but then you meet this gorgeous man who dazzles you from your first meeting, and you try to hit on him but he rejects you, but you still hang out with him because he’s like an irresistible force. and then he cures your limp and you kill a man for him the second night you know him and your life is finally, finally getting on the right track. you live with him and you solve crimes together, and you’re very careful not to let it show how much he means to you, but you show your hand when you agree to die for and with him when both your lives are in danger, but still he doesn’t see your love and devotion, and if he does, he just ignores it. but you still live with him because he’s like a drug. and even though he falls for this woman, you still live with him, even when he turns out to be a heterosexual sociopath, you want him, and you allow yourself these moments when you just stare at him in wonder and amazement. and then he kills himself, and you have no idea why, you have no idea what you did wrong and you’re starting to think that maybe it was all your fault, maybe you should have told him how you love him, how much he means to you, but now it’s too late. so you try to move on with your life, and you meet a woman who makes you feel a little bit more alive, and you know it’s not the same, because nothing will ever be the same, but you try nonetheless. so you take her to this restaurant, and you’re trying to stumble through a proposal, because that’s what people do, don’t they? they get married. and then he comes back. he mocks your pain, and he doesn’t realize how much you grieved and you’re so pissed off, so angry, you want to punch him and you want to kiss him at the same time. you don’t want to see him ever again and you tell him to fuck off, but it doesn’t last, because he’s like a drug, and you have gone without him for so, so long, so you go for one more fix, and you’re hooked again. but this time it seems to work, you have a fiancee that you want to love and your best friend, and it all falls into place. and then you get married, and he actually confesses his love for you out loud, with all your friend present, and he’s there for you, and he looks so sad, and so heartbroken, and you think that oh my god, what if i was wrong, what if he really loves me back. but you brush it off with a joke, because you cannot deal with it right now, you can’t, you have a wife and a baby on the way. but you find your married life so incredibly dull, so unbearably tedious. you think about him on your honeymoon, you dream about him when you’re in bed with your wife and you just can’t stand it. and then you discover that he wasn’t talking to you because he got back to drugs and he apparently has a girlfriend now and you’re so incredibly jealous. and then the whole relationship turns out to be for a case, and you have a confirmation, yet again, how he thinks love is just a defect, that it’s just a human error, and you’re grateful that you have your wife, because jesus, loving him is just a recipe for disaster and heartbreak. and then he gets shot, and you think you might lose him, again, and it turns out it was your wife. that she lied to you all along, that she was a ruthless killer, and apparently still is. and just when you think that your life couldn’t get any worse, he kills a man for you and for her, and for the life you never even wanted in the first place, and he’s flying off to god knows where, and instead of finally saying something meaningful, he turns your goodbye into a joke and gives you a handshake, a fucking handshake, after everything that you’ve been through. so now you’re left with your lying wife, your baby that you never even wanted, and your best friend and the love of your life leaving you. again.
sherlock literally doesn’t know john was coming back for no other reason than to see him and glancing up at the window as IF TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF HIM
SHERLOCK DOESN’T KNOW
SHERLOCK DOESN’T KNOW
AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE JUST CAME BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED
AND GOT TANGLED UP IN THE CASE
AND JOHN BASICALLY SAYS HE GETS SWEPT UP BECAUSE OF THE CASE IN HIS FUCKING BLOG
WHERE IS THE FUCKING EXIT
sherlock being resigned to the fact that he’ll never be forgiven and never have john back and leaving him alone and never knowing in the end that John WAS going to come see him of his own accord before being kidnapped.
isn’t it weird that John probably planned Sherlock’s funeral and Sherlock planned John’s wedding, and in that order
Imagine if both turned out to be fake. Wait..