always-obsessed-with-something:
“Actually, do you know what, ignore me.”
John. John Watson. He just killed a man to save me from myself. Who does that? God.
Look at him: he’s not like an ordinary man. He just shot someone and he’s perfectly fine. Not a hair out of place. He’s just standing there with those nerves of steel, those steady hands, he’s playing innocent, standing on the other side of the tape like he’s uninvolved. He thinks I won’t figure it out, he thinks I won’t know. He’s not ashamed of it or proud of himself; he just did what he thought was right. He didn’t even do it to impress me; he’s not trying to make a point, he’s not demonstrating his usefulness to me. He’s not going to hold it over my head, either. Is he. He found his way here just to protect me. Gratis. As if that’s completely natural.
Natural for him, maybe. Yes. Completely natural for him. My hidden jewel: John Watson. How could I have been so blind?
I would be dead by now without him. I chose the wrong pill. I was wrong twice tonight. A true failure of an evening, by all accounts: two massive failures of observation, more if you count the details. It doesn’t matter: we’re both still here. Second chance: I’m paying attention to you now, John Watson. I see it all in you now.
He came after me, even after I told him I was married to my work. Even after I left him and ran off on my own, twice. I wonder if there’s a way to revisit that conversation, hmm. Not really an area in which I have any real expertise. Is that what he wants? How does one go about doing that?
I thought he was ordinary. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Unfair! He was hiding in plain sight. He thinks of himself as ordinary, so he appears to be ordinary. To the naked eye, at least. But he’s not. Most definitely not. His hands aren’t even shaking, not even now. Look at that.
Oh, I’m keeping him.
Look at Sherlock looking at John. He’s just been arrested by one of the few people he considered a friend, accused of a crime he didn’t do, and essentially buried himself even deeper into that hole of people considering he’s a fake and a serial killing freak by taking John “hostage.” The only thing that’s ever mattered to Sherlock for a long time was people thinking that he was smart and clever, and now everything he’s ever known is crumbling all around him and he doesn’t know what to do. His mind is running a mile a minute and he’s just so lost.
And then John grabs him and you can just tell that, for that moment while he’s talking to him, everything’s just stopped. All there is is John, his one steady constant, and although John isn’t saying it, his whole body language with the nodding of his head and looking Sherlock right in the eyes is that he’s trying to calm him down and tell him that everything’s all right. And Sherlock so desperately needs it to be all right that he’s hanging on every word John says, his eyes flicking all over John’s face. You can tell how his face just gradually softens from the almost manic expression in the first gif. While John does need Sherlock, Sherlock needs the other man just as much.
This
an entire nonverbal conversation in a pair of shrugs
you guys are married
still one of my favourite scenes EVER. Too awesome for words.
Too awesome for words.
I see what you did there.
they are married, and none of you motherfuckers can tell me otherwise.
johnlock is canon.
it is.
Sherlock’s face. he’s like, bloody hell
can you hear me from that far back in the closet?
How’s Narnia this time of year?
can you hear me from that far back in the closet?
How’s Narnia this time of year?
Sherlock meme: four otps [4/4] Sherlock Holmes + John Watson (part 2: series 2)
After Sherlock is locked up in contempt of court, John faithfully bails him out again, all the while bitching that he told him not to get clever. But while Sherlock might have got himself locked up simply for his smart mouth, later John almost cheerfully gets arrested himself for assaulting a police officer.
It’s a perfect demonstration of the old proverb, “A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, “Damn…what’ll we do now?”
