BBC Sherlock Genderswap → Romola Garai as Joan Watson

johnhwatson-: #godddd#i hate how much i care about these idiots

johnhwatson-:

#godddd#i hate how much i care about these idiots

wondernine:

 #just the fact that john thinks he knows him that well already #knows him well enough to defend him #and to want to defend him #some guy he met in a morgue yesterday #and the parallel between this scene and the scene from the fall #that tiny moment of doubt #is completely and utterly gone #to go from that to #i know you #100% #to trust sherlock even when sherlock is telling him not to #because john is so far form an idiot and he knows #he knows the difference between people he can trust and people he can’t #people who are good and people who aren’t #and instantly he knows sherlock is the former #despite the morgue and the body and the warnings and the man himself he knows #john who has no reason to trust anyone trusts sherlock holmes #because mycroft was so fucking right #before john even knew he was right #of all the people #john chose him #and he chose right #even if everybody#absolutely everybody #is telling him he chose wrong

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Love is simple.

Love is simple.

badtvblog:

Sherlock, in a nutshell.

blanketforyourshock: Here dwell together still two men of noteWho never lived and so can never die:How very near they seem, yet how remoteThat age before the world went all awry.But still the game’s afoot for those with earsAttuned to catch the distant view-halloo:England is England yet, for all our fears–Only those things the heart believes are true.A yellow fog swirls past the window-paneAs night descends upon this fabled street:A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.Here, though the world explode, these two survive,And it is always eighteen ninety-five. - 221B by Vincet Starett

blanketforyourshock:

Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die:
How very near they seem, yet how remote
That age before the world went all awry.
But still the game’s afoot for those with ears
Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:
England is England yet, for all our fears–
Only those things the heart believes are true.
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
As night descends upon this fabled street:
A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

- 221B by Vincet Starett

(…) that lay behind that cold mask. - John Watson, The Adventure of the Three Garridebs