okay okay wait a second
victor trevor interrupting stranger’s conversation just because he heard the name sherlock holmes in it? asking if he has been mentioning him? being the only friend sherlock had in college? remembering that the one kind of pasta he eats is penne and having his own predictions about who sherlock’d be in the future? asking right away if he’d been right? thinking that sherlock of all people was a great laugh? and have I heard being in between boyfriends???
finally, speaking about sherlock with this warm nostalgic tone and always with a bashful laugh hidden behind it? oh my, mister victor trevor, you were in love!
and don’t mind me at all, but I’m having a certain vision - of sherlock and victor in college, victor coming late to their dorm after long evening studying in the library or a night out with friends in a pub, and finding sherlock transfixed on some experiment, of course having gone a whole day without a proper meal. victor complaining loudly about you and your fucked up diet, honestly, sherlock, but at the same time getting ready to go make sherlock some pasta for a late night diner. because did you know this penne with mascarpone and tomato sauce that is the only pasta sherlock eats, is originally a victor’s recipe? and after it’s done, them both sitting on a couch, sherlock eating from a pot - they’re students after all, the dishes are in a big dirty pile in the sink - while victor watches him out of the corner of his eye. then the rest of the evening spend on Sherlock talking about his experiment, some interesting plant or a new deduction, while victor just listens to him with a dreamy expression on his face, because that’s what he has been waiting the whole day for.
and I won’t speculate whether sherlock was in love, too, because the man is a mystery to me, but I do imagine victor calling him after the events of gloria scott, asking if he can come by to baker street to thank properly for solving the case. after sherlock agrees - but invites him over when he knows nor john neither mariana would be home - victor arrives with a shoping bag in hand and, in spite of some attempts at protest close to it’s not necessary, he prepares the penne pasta for sherlock one last time. then all is done and there’s no excuse for him to stay longer, really, so he stands up to say goodbye. quick enough for sherlock to not be able to do anything about it, victor kisses him on the cheek. but he had been watching sherlock during the case and heard enough my dear watson to know that he has lost his chance. so he says simply good luck, sherlock and walks out of baker street.
john would come back to the flat few moments later to find sherlock standing in a doorway, hands holding his cheeks. sherlock being even weirder than usual, john would get worried and trying to pry any information from him, even checking his temperature by a quick touch to the forehead. but as sherlock doesn’t comply, in the end john would just shrug his shoulders and leave him alone, only to become perplexed seconds later, when he enters the kitchen.
because there are leftovers of penne with mascarpone and tomato sauce already on the countertop, while john himself was just about to cook them this same thing for dinner.
victor trevor, the only person sherlock had been at least vaguely friends with in college, just said in front of him and john hamish watson that he’s in between boyfriends and my life has not been the same ever since
GUYS IT’S TODAY THE NEW EPISODE IT’S TODAY IT’S TUESDAY SHERLOCK & CO IT’S TODAY
do you think corvus has ever helped ezran to brush his hair, because when the boy was little he didn’t like them tamed in any way and now that he changed his mind with age there is no father to teach him how to do this, even though it was him that passed on the unruly curls onto the kid?
do you think soren has ever helped ezran to put his ceremonial armor on, because there are harrow’s old ones stored in the castle that now the boy is slowly growing into, but there are so many parts and straps and layers and poor kid has no idea what to do with all of them?
do you think corvus and soren have ever whispered in some secluded place about it, because this is their king they’re talking about - and it feels so improper to discuss him having problems and insecurities, but at the same time he is a child and he should be allowed to behave like one and learn things - and also because they love the kid so much but neither of them is allowed to say it out loud?
something something how a lightning bolt strikes exactly the moment corvus grabs soren’s shoulder to save him from falling.
almost like the white light is meant to mark the moment fate changed and history was prevented from repeating - son will not die like his father, crashed at the bottom of the cliff.
"I've got you."
"I know."
Okay for the record I just wanted to say that Sherlock mentioning an underlaying threat of a birthday surprise party while talking John’s ear off (and this is an unintentional pun regarding the cardboard box, if you know, you know) about how absurdly in love with Christmas he is was not without a reason.
And if you ask me, when the boys come home after the cardboard box case, there will be a (threatening, if you ask Sherlock) surprise birthday party waiting organised by Mariana in cahoots with John. And John will rant before to Sherlock about something ridiculous to buy them some time, because they’ve finished the case too early and Mariana is not yet ready with the preparations. And there will be a cake, candles (maybe just a symbolical one, because Sherlock hasn’t told anybody how old is he, of course), and Archie with a birthday hat on.
And even though Sherlock might have not thought that his birthday was relevant, he will be smiling to himself after the party is over (and after John with Mariana had just given him the tightest of hugs, maybe even a quick kiss on a forehead, because this is our Sherlock).
You know, just for the record.
John Watson saying you join me and my companion/colleague/friend/flat mate while the only thing I can think of is oh please cut the bullshit.
Companion is already the gayest word in existence and yet you want to salvage yourself by flat mate in a desperate try of not using roommate which is actually nothing more than just the second gayest word in existence and you and I both know it.
Who do you think you’re fooling John, my beloved sweet summer child, only yourself I’m afraid.
I am feeling rather shitty today and conflicted, so I figured: what other day could be better to start your presence on such a wonderfully fucked up platform that Tumblr is. Where else could I leak all my shitty, conflicted and in general not socially appropriate thoughts. Where else could I be myself and where else could I be free of being judged after my every move. (Oh, of course Tumblr will judge me, but I am here for it). So here I come, I guess. Welcome everyone.
always remember, friend,
now go in peace
This meme was inspired by the piece "Lucky 10,000" by Randall Monroe.
Don’t feel like an impostor, you can love Sherlock and John both at the same time. Actually, it’s the only right way. What I wouldn’t forgive you is if you’d only love one of them.
Now go make a post about Sherlock so I can put it in a Sherlock appreciation text posts collection, off you go.
john watson appreciation text posts collection: