#Granada Holmes

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"You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion."

– The Valley of Fear

[lestradelurkshere]

Holmes and one of baker street irregulars <3

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Aughhh that scene ... I truly think that Lestrade would not want to upset Holmes, he's just giddy to have bested him [at least he thinks so]. But knowing how down Holmes was in the morning, and his motionless face, and the way he then glances at Watson like "Told you so" that could just as well, under the surface, be to reassure himself that he had indeed his friend's moral support today ... And Watson meeting his gaze with a bit of apprehension because he's worried about Holmes and the case, but also with a steadfastness as if to reassure him ... Whew.

I don’t like being wrong any more than the rest of us do. Still, a man can’t always expect to have it his own way… —The Norwood Builder

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JEREMY BRETT & DAVID BURKE as SHERLOCK HOLMES & DR JOHN WATSON in THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE (1985)

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Granada Theme

[andy-the-irregular]

Sometimes I wonder, how did Holmes managed to live for as long as he did? Considering his habits I'm kinda surprised he lived longer than 30.

They include:

- HEAVY smoking (of course)

- Inhalation (and presumably consumption) of various chemicals

- Use of cocaine and morphine

- Engaging in boxing (yk, arguably the most dangerous sport in the world)

And that's not taking into account the nature of his profession.

I guess Watson is just a really good doctor.

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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: 1x11 - The Resident Patient

Mr. Holmes! No advice for me? My advice to you is to speak the truth.

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A Lie Agreed Upon

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "noticing small things"

Cw: PTSD, depression

Sherlock Holmes noticed practically everything, especially the small things. It hadn’t taken Watson very long to become aware of that feature of his new roommate.

He had only assisted Holmes with one very interesting case, and listened to him chatter about a few simpler ones, but it was abundantly clear that this was a man who paid attention to all that happened around him. Even when it seemed as if Holmes was lost in thought, he picked up on so many small details that it made Watson’s head spin.

And if Holmes noticed all those small things, as he surely did, then he must have noticed that Watson was utterly falling apart.

Falling apart wasn’t new. The wounds that Watson had suffered in war had plagued him since, and a bout of fever nearly claimed his life. Nightmares struck often, and he sometimes slipped into what seemed to be waking dreams, dreams of the battlefield.

Holmes must have noticed. They had been living together for nearly two months now, after all. But he hadn’t pointed it out, or even shamed Watson for his weakness.

That was not to say that he ignored the problems completely. Sometimes, Watson awakened from a nightmare to the sounds of his favorite violin music being played downstairs. And when his leg and shoulder nearly incapacitated him, Holmes would casually fill his pipe or pour his tea. This, too, was never commented on.

Watson said thank you, of course, and received a quick flash of a smile in return. But no questions, no judgement, no pressure.

Another month passed in the same fashion before something changed. As he sat in his armchair reading, something came loose in his mind, and he tumbled back to the battlefield. To the blaze of agony in his shoulder and leg, screams of the dying, stench of blood. He couldn’t find his way home.

A hand settled on his uninjured shoulder, a featherlight touch. “Watson.”

Watson jolted out of the memory, trembling and gasping. He looked up at once, and found Holmes hovering beside him. Intense eyes gazed down at him, full of concern.

“I’m all right,” Watson said quickly. There were tears on his cheeks, and he wiped them away with a rush of shame. “I’m fine, my dear fellow.”

Holmes blinked once, studying him, and squeezed his shoulder so gently that it was hardly perceptible. Then, with a quick smile, he sprang into his own armchair and sat cross-legged. “I have just received a fascinating telegram regarding a possible case, Watson. Would you care to hear it?”

“I should like to, yes,” Watson managed, still shaken.

Immediately, Holmes launched into reading the telegram, and Watson relaxed. What a relief it was to be with someone who would allow him the small lie of pretending to be all right.

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John Watson was not, in comparison to Holmes, a particularly observant man. He had no ability to distinguish between types of mud or tobacco ash, and was startlingly unaware of vital things like footprints.

In comparison to most people, however, Holmes found Watson refreshingly bright. And not only bright, but eager. He may not understand the significance of a slightly deeper left print, but he happily listened to Holmes’ explanations. And when he listened to the explanations, some of that dreadfully haunted look left his eyes.

He had also proved surprisingly attentive in some matters. He noticed when Holmes was struggling to eat, and would often coax him by offering something more tolerable like biscuits. He even seemed to quickly become aware of Holmes’ patterns of mood, and struck up interesting conversations during the blacker moments.

In short, Watson might not notice every small detail, but he noticed enough to try to help. And that left Holmes with little doubt that he noticed when the despair of inactivity became so severe that Holmes fell apart completely.

This was one of those horrible, long stretches between cases. Darkness closed in, each action seeming increasingly meaningless. Why bother eating, or drinking, or even sleeping? It was not as if Holmes had anything to do. It was simpler just to lounge in his armchair, suffering. At the moment, he did not even wish to play his violin. He wished only to weep, and did so.

Anyone could have noticed this change in behavior—had they been paying attention. In Holmes’ experience, most did not. Mycroft did, but their parents had not paid enough attention to the mere existence of their own children to notice any change in habits. Most people were similarly unaware.

This did not trouble Holmes much, as there was nothing that they could do anyway. So when Watson’s bed creaked upstairs, and his footsteps thumped unevenly across the floor, Holmes attempted to find the willpower to collect himself.

He could not. He managed to stop crying, but even raising a hand to wipe his cheeks seemed utterly beyond him. No matter how much he wished to do so, he could not force himself to move. The melancholy was too strong, weighing him down.

Watson came into the room, and paused. Holmes kept his gaze down, hoping that Watson would assume he was lost in thought.

But then a hand settled on his shoulder, the touch careful. Watson had noticed that he did not like to be touched, it seemed. “Holmes? Are you all right?”

It was not a demand, merely an expression of concern. Holmes managed a quick smile, although not eye contact. “Yes. I’m all right.”

It was an utter falsehood, but Watson did not press. After picking up the ignored newspapers, Watson settled in his armchair with a groan. “Now, let’s see what we have in today’s agony column. Would you like me to read to you?”

Holmes gestured that he should, and settled back to listen. There were many ways of expressing care, and sometimes the best was to permit the occasional lie.

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~ chu! 💕

It's been a while since I posted any Granada Holmes arts, so I brought my babies back and a "different style"

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the freak you mean only pick one

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[artaudmatic]

"Nobody writes of Holmes and Watson without love." - John le Carré 

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[foolishxprincipalitee]

world’s only consulting drama queen

Jeremy Brett x Tchaikovsky

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a third old man yaoi has hit the lesbian

(acd canon dated, mostly based on granada series)

[juihwhite]

Your 221B Husbands on a leisurely afternoon reading each other some POEtry.

A beautiful Monday everyone! Today I give you another sketch of our two favourite roommates. This time i’ve planned to digitalise the sketch and make a painting of it. We will see when I finish it.

[detectivejay]

It's been a little while since I've made a poll, so I'm going to shake off the dust with a simpler question (although choosing an answer to this one is probably anything but simple for mystery fans.)

This is mostly oriented towards live action mystery/crime TV series, I'll probably do a later poll for animated shows or anime.

I can't possibly fit every series worth a shoutout in the 12 options Tumblr allows per poll, so please let me know your favorites in the tags and comments if it's not listed here. :)

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