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thank the stars it’s sherlock and co tuesday tomorrow because you can be damn sure I need some moral stability in these trying times
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.
me, entering tumblr after listening to the cardboard box pt2, seeing I am just one of us fools thinking john and sherlock would pretend to be a swingers couple for a case, and knowing we’ve found our place in the world to be fools together:
John Hamish Watson at any given moment:
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.
Oh okay thanks for the info! It’s just that I know bbc!sherlock pretty well and while I’ve read some of the acd!sherlock I remember the cases more than the general stuff about characters. Should probably catch up and start reading.
Okay I’ve just realized that bbc!sherlock’s birthday is the 6th of January (I hope I’m not wrong). It’s like. In five days. And I wasn’t even ready for the christmas episode on 26th December. And Sherlock mentioned an underlying threat of birthday surprise party while talking John’s ear off about how he love christmas. And I’m still not over it, but that’s for another post. And-
When is s&c!sherlock birthday? Are we getting Sherlock birthday episode? are we getting Sherlock’s birthday surprise party? a r e w e ???
Okay I’ve just realized that bbc!sherlock’s birthday is the 6th of January (I hope I’m not wrong). It’s like. In five days. And I wasn’t even ready for the christmas episode on 26th December. And Sherlock mentioned an underlying threat of birthday surprise party while talking John’s ear off about how he love christmas. And I’m still not over it, but that’s for another post. And-
When is s&c!sherlock birthday? Are we getting Sherlock birthday episode? are we getting Sherlock’s birthday surprise party? a r e w e ???
us all, starting yet another one sherlock adaptation and telling ourselves it’s hope and not delusion to expect johnlock to happen maybe this time:
john, every time he records an intro or outro for the episode, but he says something delightfully stupid and lovingly awkward, and the recording just stops on the spot while cutting in half him cursing himself:
when john and sherlock start accidentally but blatantly flirting with each other at the end of the 12th episode and I can sense the faint smell of building up romance:
Look. The thing is. I’m doomed. This podcast is everything to me and it has only twelve episodes? And I’ve already been doomed after the very first one??? Who will I became after, dunno, the thirtieth one? I fear the answer and await for it at the same time. Pray for me.
This fandom is just beginning and I’m so incredibly happy to witness it all because it’s just so thrilling and I crave a n y kind of content, I’m s t a r v e d.
Honestly, I’ll talk to anybody about it, anybody who will be patient enough to listen me giggling and internally screaming.
I love those two idiots, they are responsible for considerable part of my day-to-day happiness. I’m screwed.
john watson appreciation text posts collection:
john watson appreciation text posts collection:
john watson appreciation text posts collection:
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:
john watson appreciation text posts collection:
me, after finally attending Hozier concert preceded by years of waiting, in the prospect of finding some new life meaning, which fact is just now dawning on me:
Guys please tell me somebody recorded Take Me to Church during the last Hozier concert in Prague. It was absolutely amazing and heart-shattering, and I have recordings of literally all the other songs, but my phone failed me for this one. Please save me, or I'll grieve until the next time I'll be at a live show of Hozier (and who knows if that will ever happen at all).
GUYS IT’S TODAY THE NEW EPISODE IT’S TODAY IT’S TUESDAY SHERLOCK & CO IT’S TODAY
me, with english as not my primary language, trying to follow sherlock when he blurts out the whole sequence of deductions at the speed of light:
me when sherlock & co.
What am I even supposed to do now? Cry???
I couldn’t find anywhere on the internet some precise information about the history of urban space formation in early modern Rome and yet I’ve somehow found it here, on Tumblr.
Bless you, hellsite.
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.