#I am lost without my Boswell

[brilliantorinsane]

I'm rereading Scandal in Bohemia (for Shy Ballerina purposes), and I'd forgotten this was the story that begins with Watson's marriage having come between them so severely that Watson describes Holmes as his "former friend and companion." I'd also forgotten the no doubt unrelated fact that so many of the examples of Holmes insisting Watson stays for a case occur in quick succession at the start of this story. I mean:

"By-the-way, since you are interested in these little problems, and since you are good enough to chronicle one or two of my trifling experiences, you may be interested in this ... Read it aloud." "There’s money in this case, Watson, if there is nothing else.” “Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.” “Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.” I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. “It is both, or none,” said he.

It is. Rather a lot. To the point that it would be heartbreaking, if it wasn't kind of funny. And hilarious, if it wasn't so sad.

[sherlock-is-ace]

One of my favorite things about Granada Holmes is the fact that it starts with the relationship between Holmes and Watson already established. They've been living together a few years already, and we get a fast yet wonderful glimpse at what that relationship is within the first few minutes of the first episode.

Watson comes in worried about Holmes' mood and then his health (when he thinks he's been on the drugs).

We have Holmes sort of playing a little prank on Watson. Going on and on about how he hates being bored and that's why he uses drugs, only to reveal that he actually has a case and hadn't touched the syringe at all.

He asks Watson for his deductions and celebrates when he's right.

Holmes bought Watson some cigars!! "You see, I was not unmindful of your return".

Then they get to meet the client together as partners. "I am lost without my Boswell"

In quite rapid succession we have a series of little moments and interactions that lay out exactly who these characters are and what their relationship is like. Not even 10 minutes in and you feel like you've known these characters for years. That's wonderful writing imo

[moroniccats]

Sherlock Being a Drama Queen: pt 2: A Scandal In Bohemia

Hasn’t seen his bestie for like a month, as soon as said bestie comes to visit ropes him into hiding the king’s scandalous affair with a crossdressing opera singer,

Bestie is about to leave, so he gets him to stay by going “I am lost without my Boswell” instead of just saying, I dunno, ‘I wanna hang out with you’? Also when bestie tries to leave again, grabs him by the wrist and pushes him into a chair.

When the king walks in disguised, he reveals in the most snarky way possible that he knew their client was the king

King asks bestie to leave, Holmes goes “It is both or none.”

“Pooh Pooh! Forgery.”

Yawns and pretends to have more important things to do than helping the king

Gets in disguise and is so convincing that he accidentally ends up helping the king’s ex get married, and nearly dies of laughter afterward.

Gets bestie to smoke bomb said ex while he fakes an injury to get into her house

Realizes he’s been outsmarted by a woman, overcomes his misogyny, keeps her photograph and dramatically refers to her as “THE woman” for all time.

[moonlightandpalmtrees]

“ ohhh, why does Holmes put up with Watson he’s not even useful (WRONG) “ “ ohhh why does Watson put up with Holmes he’s such a jerk (ALSO WRONG) “ BECAUSE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holmes respects Watsons skills as a doctor and an army man. He enjoys his company, and Watson makes an EFFORT to understand him in a way very few people have done before. He genuinely cares for Watson and way too many adaptions seem to forget that detail. He plays violin to help him fall asleep, he‘s always tries to bring Watson along with him on cases, “it’s both or none”, “You're not hurt, Watson? For god's sake say that you are not hurt!”, “I am lost without my Boswell”

Watson finds Holmes interesting and we have years of him cataloguing all of Holmes’ mannerisms and habits to prove it! If he found Holmes’ bad habits or quirks annoying, he wouldn’t follow him around like a puppy just to call him brilliant. If he didn’t want to go on cases with him, he wouldn’t go on the cases simple as that. “I won’t leave you, not unless you order me to”, “It was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds”, “During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes-“

[son-of-drogo]

So I saw someone else was taking notes while watching the Granada series and I decided to do the same:

Scandal in Bohemia

-No dude, do you know how expensive commissioned art is?

-Shoot his ass Irene 💕💕💕

-If she weren't married...

-Watson💕💕💕

-Mrs. Hudson 💕💕💕

-Nooo! Let Watson eat!

- Lol u want some cocaine babe? -Sherlock Holmes

-Rip Sherlock Holmes, you woulda loved Adderall

-Goddammit Jeremy, why are you so pretty?

-Gotta pretty myself up for Wat the king

-Holmes every time Watson deduces: 🥰

-"I am lost without my Boswell" 🥰

-you know they made fun of the king's outfit after he left

-Oh yeah, a mask over your eyes is totally gonna hide your identity. (Sarcasm)

-you literally have royal portraits, dumbass.

-the moral of the story is: if you're gonna do sketchy shit, don't photograph it.

-And respect women.

-Holmes@the king: You are so fucking stupid.

-HORSIE

-God, quit manspreading on my sofa -Holmes probably

-Buddy that sounds life a you problem.

-Irene in a tux could step on me

-God that outfit is so fucking stupid

-Hell yeah fancy restaurant date night!

-Lol Sherlock looks like a bunch of kids are gonna steal his lucky charms.

-Leave Britney Irene alone!

-Watson: But you're gay!

-Aww, they love each other!

-I just love how goddamn weird Sherlock is.

-"Rrrrrequire"

-The cause is NOT excellent.

-Irene: Okay what the fuck?

-Jeremy Brett dramatically yelling "fire!"

-oof she figured it out.

-Oh my God Holmes you dumbass

-Oh my God the outfit is when worse with the hat

-Housekeeper is trying not to smile

-You've been bamboozled!

-Oh he feels bad for tricking her

-her dress is so prettyyyy

-Yass bitch, get your happily ever after!

-She's a queen, just not your queen, bitch.

-imho she served way too much cunt to be with the king

-Holmes is just so fucking delighted that a woman outsmarted him.

The Dancing Men

-such a good husband💕💕💕

-He just wants to helpppp!

-Poor Elsie is having an anxiety attack

-Look at the gays, in their flat.

-Holmes trying to impress his boyfr-I mean flatmate (level easy)

-🎶"bum bum bum bum"🎶

-PAH!

-I love them so much

-Watson being a little shit 💕💕💕

-Just these gay cunts

-Jeremy had nice hands

-Hilton, we love you, but we don't need your whole life story.

-"She tired of America" me too bitch, me too.

-Ahh Elsie is so pretty!

-*Sobbing" Hilton and Elsie are so cute!

-This episode owes me restitution.

-I would die for this woman.

-He just loves her so much

-One of the few good dudes in the series.

-Everybody's so pretty, I'm too bisexual for this!

-Watson just hesitantly reaching for Holmes' monogram on cyphers.

-Fantastic mustache 10/10

-communication is important

-Babe, tell him your stalker is after your, he'll understand.

-Bush full of lads

-Oh he saw Watson sneaking the monogram back.

-God Watson tries so hard to get Holmes to eat.

-Say no to drugs! And yes to solving weird crimes.

-Poor woman just wanted to go no contact

-He jump the couch

-Holmes in straight up fucking shock

-Watson give your man a hug

-Kryten💕💕💕

-IMHO every house should have a murder room

-Watson suggesting to Holmes to ask Mrs. King to sit down.

-Hilton just wanted to be a good husband and he got killed for it.

-Inspector Kryten fangirling over Sherlock Holmes

-"Eldrrrrridges"

-Oh Holmes is checking Watson out

-That stupid fucking hat

-It's giving Arby's

-that's a whole lotta mustache

-She doesn't love you, Arby's man.

-Ugh, possessive men make me gag

-Take the hint Arby's!

-Arby's: Can I see her?

Watson: Hell no you fucking can't!

[sandcobangevent]

The Business of Loving

By @miiints-repostiory and @paperleef

Red.

The deep, rich reds of life splatter the walls, a glittering, thick paint which mother nature used to color every being she called her offspring. It would soon coagulate, the pure essence of existence quickly corrupted by the frigid air of adulterated space-- sweet, imperceptible life, distilled in the most sacred of substances-- blood-- could never last long under the dark scrutiny of the unholy viewer, under the glare of God.

The doctor groans, leaning into his earl-- the tall, lean detective a solid island for his mind to grasp onto as the rest of reality swims. 

"My Earl?" Holmes' gaze finally flickers back to the man in his arms, a hand slick with gore coming up to tilt his head this way and that. His Boswell makes some wry, helpless sound, swooning in the detective's embrace. 

There had been another. 

He knew it before the signs had revealed themselves-- the look in his dear Boswell's eyes was telling enough on its own-- there was another, and he had been defiled- disgraced and degraded by the cruel, disgusting claws of another. 

The marks, the disarray of their hotel room-- it was clear, some filthy thing, lower than the rat or raccoon, had sought a feast in this room-- but they'd only found a fight, and in the process of flaying them, the detective must've lost himself to the heat of rage. Watson's cool hand comes up, shivering, to cup his cheek. 

"Holmes, I'm here," he sucks in a shaky breath, "I'm alright, Holmes-- Are you with me?" 

Holmes lets his eyes slip closed, taking in the grounding sensation of the doctor's palm against his cheek, the subtle weight of him in the vampire's lap. Slowly, he nods. 

"I am, but it is no matter-- are you alright, Watson? Please, tell me that creature did not hurt you," he fumbles frantically with the top latches of Watson's vest and dress shirt, only calming when all he feels is soft, sweet skin and a strong heart pounding in his chest. 

His expression is telling, though. 

"It's nothing to concern yourself with, Holmes," even so, the doctor wheezes when moving to sit up. Holmes' hand cascades along his torso and waist, but then something clicks. 

The pain paired with the lack of wounds, the deep red stains on his shirt, dizziness, a wavering sense of balance--

"The serum. You took it--- They hurt you--" 

"Holmes--"

"You're hurt, John!" The detective takes his boswell by the shoulders, sharpened claws pressing into his skin. Sherlock's typically calm gaze is blown wide with turbulent emotion. 

The doctor shivers and Holmes immediately retracts, fear overwhelming his  fury for a moment. He tenses, "I-- ghhr-" and sputters, choosing instead to click and snap his hand in rhythm. The sound is akin to the gentle ticking of a clock, if said clock had been running at ten times the speed, of course.

"Sherlock, really, I am fine-- You saved me, my dear. The pain won't last...I- simply didn't want you to worry." 

"Is it not the business of love to worry? Is that not what you called it time and time again, when Moriarty had me backed into a corner, when you've caught me strung out in a daze?" 

Holmes shakes his head, "I may seem something heartless and calculating to most, but I do fear deeply for you, my dear--- If something happened to you, I could never forgive myself. I would lose my mind without you, Watson." 

The biographer takes his muse by the hand, cradling delicate fingers in his own broader digits with a little squeeze. "I truly didn't mean to imply anything like that, my dear Holmes...I--" 

A soft sigh escapes him. Watson traces a circle into the vampire's lower back, who quickly takes the opportunity to nestle himself in his dear doctor's embrace. "You must know it's in my nature to consider myself humbly..." 

Holmes hums, “To a fault.”

"I owe you a thousand apologies, my earl." He merely sighs. 

"You owe me none. It is I who failed to protect you."

"Holmes,"

"You have been violated most cruelly, treated as a fair carcass, a golden banquet to be indulged upon-- a free-for-all feast. And yet here you are, worrying on whether I will take it well, when it is I who's failed you time and time again." 

"Holmes."

"Always, Watson, even I am so cruel with you as to take advantage of your kindness constantly-- I should have expected another would see an opportunity there as well and prepared you for it--" 

"Sherlock!"

A sharp flinch-- now it is Holmes' turn to be held deftly by his shoulders, his Boswell's grasp just as firm but a hundred times more gentle. The vampire relaxes minutely, not meeting Watson's gaze. 

He sighs, speaking slowly-- as though each word needed careful consideration beforehand, "I am not some damsel to be saved, my dear. I know worry is merely the nature of attachment, but you must know I am capable, Holmes." Watson's hold relaxes, his hands shifting to slowly massage tension out of Holmes' shoulders and arms. 

"It is in the business of love to worry, yes, but so is trust, my earl," The doctor very carefully brings their foreheads together, his muse finally looking back at him. 

"I cannot describe in words how deeply I am honored to receive your care. Your brand of affection-- it is oozing with love more than anything else could. More than any heart could be drained purely of blood when crushed by the cold fist of truth."

"My dear Watson...."

"But I beg of you to trust me, Holmes. I worry deeply for you too, almost every second of a case I am worried for you. But I trust you, Sherlock. I trust you." 

All is quiet in the gorish room for just long enough to take one's heart rate. Holmes sighs, sinking into Watson's embrace bonelessly. He takes claim of the space between the writer's jaw and shoulder, gingerly pressing a kiss to the hollow of his neck. Watson hums, pleased. 

"I do, dear fellow, I swear I do, but..." 

Watson cradles him, nails gently scratching at his scalp, then trailing down to card through his hair. 

"I know, Holmes. I understand."

The detective sighs. 

"Then you must know it is no fault of yours?" 

"Of course. I know fully, my dear. There is no fault on your part, either." 

A wry little chuckle escapes him, "Forever too kind, my Boswell."  

Watson hums a tune of mirth as well, "Someone must show your clients some sympathy." Holmes cannot help but laugh more clearly at that, his whole body overtaken by tremors of gaiety. 

Cooling to a slightly more serious tone, the detective looks up at his biographer, "I still must make it up to you, my dear Watson, for now I have unintentionally breached another line of yours. Despite your impeccable temperament, I feel my actions are errant and deserving of proper follow-up." 

Watson traces the careful form of the vampire in his arms, mapping out the planes of his back, his shoulders, and his neck-- hand only coming to a stop at Holmes' cheek, which is stroked affectionately by thumb. 

"Consider yourself forgiven if you indulge in a proper dinner this evening. And, of course, if you could deign yourself to helping me clean this garish room." 

Sherlock smiles for a moment, a soft, earnest thing uncharacteristic to the typically petulant and cool expressions of Holmes. 

Then he sighs, full quickly filled with drama, and flops back against the floorboards.

"If I must, my dear Watson." It sounds almost strenuous, but good humour sparkles in his eyes. He tosses an arm over his forehead, looking like a distressed maiden, "The things I put myself through, for your sake..." 

The poet laughs heartily at that, smacking Holmes' thigh. 

"Get up, you impish fiend." 

"Am I your favorite fiend, Watson? Your beloved little wretch, your darling minx?" 

Watson rolls his eyes, taking a moment to admire Holmes' lithe frame as it is highlighted by the sparkling moon. He sits up and leans over, pressing a kiss to the detective's chest that elicits a little giggle. 

"Always, Holmes." 

[anneangel]

The way Watson in Victorian-era canon says "oh, god, yes! Take me to one of your dangerous cases!" goes like this:

“Well, I don’t like it, but I suppose it must be,” said I. “When do we start?”

“You are not coming.” (Said Sherlock).

“Then you are not going,” said I. “I give you my word of honour, and I never broke it in my life, that I will take a cab straight to the police-station and give you away, unless you let me share this adventure with you".

The way Sherlock in Victorian era canon says "I need a partner!" and like this:

"I think that I had better go, Holmes." Said Watson.

"Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it."

"But your client --"

"Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention." (...)

"If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone." Said the client.

I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. "It is both, or none," said he. "You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me."

And other:

With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me.

"You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dear Watson," he said cordially.

"I was afraid that you were busy."

"So I am. Very much so."

"Then I can wait in the next room."

"Not at all. This gentleman has been my partner and helper in many of my most successful cases, and I have no doubt that he will be of the utmost use to me in yours also." [explains Holmes to the client].

The stout gentleman half rose from his chair and gave a bob of greeting, with a quick little questioning glance from his eyes.

"Try the settee," said Holmes to Watson, relapsing into his armchair and putting his fingertips together, as was his custom when in judicial moods. "I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures."

[221bbees]

I admit, 'I'd be lost without my blogger' doesn't hold a candle to 'I am lost without my Boswell'.

[beekeeperspicnic]

Sneak Peek at the Art Book!

We're approaching the final few days of the Beekeeper's Picnic Kickstarter, so I thought I'd share a few pages of the art book as a sneak peek!

You can get the artbook at the Artist and Scholar tier and above!

Text:

Sherlock Holmes' brother Mycroft only appears in a few stories, but he's one of my favourite characters! His powers of observation surpass his brother's, but he lacks the energy and drive for detective work.

Instead he seems to function as a human computer for the government, using his mind to store and process vast amounts of information.

Sherlock does pop over to see him for advice, however, so I thought he would be the perfect hint system for the game.

Mycroft Holmes, the British Government (retired)

By the way, Sherlock, I expected to see you round last week, to consult me over that Manor House case. I thought you might be a little out of your depth.”

Animals

Hodge (Cat)

Hodge is named after 18th century intellectual Samuel Johnson's beloved pet who he describes as "a very fine cat".

Johnson was a well known popular figure in his day but fame was secured by the work of his friend and biographer James Boswell, who noted down lots of his witticisms.

This relationship between Johnson and Boswell is referenced by Holmes in A Scandal in Bohemia, with him putting himself in Johnson's role:

“I think that I had better go, Holmes.”

“Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.

Toby the Third (Dog)

In 'The Sign of Four' we find out that Holmes seems to regularly borrow a dog named 'Toby' from the eccentric Mr. Sherman in order to track scents. He says he would "rather have Toby's help than that of the whole detective force in London."

I liked the idea that in his rustic retirement, Holmes would feel able to keep a dog himself. Of course he would name it and its descendants after the original Toby.

At first I was unsure whether we should be able to read Toby's thoughts in the game, or whether that would seem out of place. In the end I decided to embrace a bit of silliness!

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

“I think I had better go, Holmes.”

“Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.”

“But your client—“

“Never mind him. I May want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.”

(He just needs to make sure Watson can see him do impressive stuff, can’t let Watson miss him being smart)

[fedoranoir]

A study in love language…

During my first, wondrous viewing of "Johnny Eager," Jeff's reference to Boswell gave me such a thrill, knowing its significance in another of my favorite fandoms, Sherlock Holmes. I've been thinking about this and other connections ever since.

Jeff: "Lots of people think I'm just a stooge for you. They don't know that I'm a modern Boswell, meticulously recording for posterity the doings of a unique individual. … I'm your Boswell."

While Jeff is going on about this, Johnny is preparing a remedy to help sober him up and make him feel better (look how fondly he looks upon Jeff here!). Then he worries about why he drinks so much and tells him to get some rest because he'll need him later on.

As Holmes said to Watson: “I am lost without my Boswell."

In other words, "I love you."

Then there's the breakfast table encounter (a frequent setting for the intimates at 221B Baker Street).

After Johnny has gone through a harsh critique of Jeff's failings (meaner, but not unlike Holmes to Watson on many occasions), Jeff delivers this heartbreak of a line:

"Now I know why you keep me around, Johnny. … You keep me around because even Johnny Eager has to have one friend."

The screenplay and Johnny's body language tell us that Johnny knows it's true.

The parallel here comes from a cozy scene in a Holmes story. A late-night visitor rings the doorbell. Watson asks, “Some friend of yours, perhaps?”

Holmes answers, “Except yourself I have none."

These small admissions, looks, moments say a lot. Say "I love you."

[m0th-t33th]

i love sherlock holmes and fucking hate bbc sherlock . please rant about "id be lost without my favourite blogger"

OHHHH MMY GOOOD LORD. OKAY. FUUCK DUDE.

ok. ok. so. the change from 'i am lost without my boswell' -sherlock holmes, a scandal in bohemia to 'i'd be lost without my Blogger.' -bbc sherlock, the great game makes me SO MAD.

so. in a scandal in bohemia its been like... a While since holmes and watson have been together, yeah? cuz watson got the wife and whatnot. and generally, holmes is a bit stand-offish. just a bit weird, kind of rude and whatnot. watsons a bit.. unsure, of where he stands with holmes most of the time because of it. so. when he says the Best Line Ever, its holmes like.. actually being nice. and actually wants watson there. (plus also, keep in mind this is like.. not THAT long after theyve met. watson doesnt have the proper vibe on holmes yet)

and it doesnt stop with that, either. he gets PHYSICAL with watson. making him stay. and says to the client, who was a bit iffy with having watson there, 'no. you talk to both of us or you get no help.'

so. he clearly wants watson to stick around, yeah? 'i am lost without my boswell' is clearly him being genuine, yeah?

now we look at bbc sherlock. (horrible, by the way)

whats the context. um... sherlock was taking the piss out of mycroft (???) and is bored or something. gets a phonecall from lestrade saying they have a case, so he gets up and grabs his blazer or whatever. he asks if john is coming. john responds with 'of course. if you want me to?' uneasy. probly doesnt think sherlock actually wants him there (why would he? sherlocks forever pissy at him and fully just acts like he hates him. insults him and everything) and sherlock responds with.. 'id be lost without my blogger.' ok. in text it seems... fine? bit weird but... fine, i guess. HOWEVER. watch a clip of his line delivery.

he sounds... sarcastic. as if hes taking the piss a bit. 'id be lost. without my Blogger.' doesnt sound sincere. and yeah, ok maybe this is cumberbatch butchering the line but like.. if we even Look at the past interactions between sherlock and john?

sherlock insults john, pretty much always calling him an idiot or something similar. not ONCE has he been kind to him. he doesnt NEED john to be here, either. he doesnt have to talk cases out with him - sherlock doesnt have to talk to ANYONE. he just has to talk out loud (hence the skull). all john does when joining sherlock is just... stands there. he just fukcing stands there and calls sherlock brilliant and Thats It.

whereas, in the books, holmes really does benefit from talking things out with watson. he needs someone to bounce off of, and i doubt the inspectors were very helpful with that, given how they run off with the stupidest solutions (a study in scarlet - rachel) plus, im pretty sure watson being a doctor is actually helpful, too.

so. when sherlock says the phrase 'id be lost without my blogger' hes just... taking the piss. hes not using it as a secret way to be kind. its just.... nothing. to him. sherlock doesmt even LIKE johns blog. doesnt like him typing up cases either, i dont think.

and like. he hasnt. been without john, either. this line makes no sense with how its used in the show. hes saying he would be lost without john but he... wouldnt be. he has no reason to htink he would be, either. [points back to the fact john does fuck all while on cases] he has no reason to say this. if he was without john, hed still get cases done. if anything, hed probably get them done faster because hes not whinging about how stupid john is.

again, in the original story, holmes says this AFTER hes already experienced working cases without watson again, and we quite easily get the impression that it fucking sucks - working cases without watson. he wouldnt be extremely eager to have watson join in on this case if he didnt care that much, if he thought he could do it on his own.

but with bbc sherlock, sherlock hasnt worked a case solo since meeting john, because they fucked with the timeline. this episode came BEFORE the episode based on the story where the damn fucking line came from, for fucks sake. so sherlock has literally no reason to think hed be lost without john.

so its clearly just a piss take. and you can Tell with the tone of the clip, too. its just. [PUNCHES THE WALL]

fuck dude. 'i am lost without my boswell' has so much love and care shoved into it. holmes CLEARLY cares about his friend watson and he MISSED HIM. HES SO EAGER TO HAVE HIM BACK FOR A CASE LIKE COME ONNN.

and they ruined it. fucking ruined it by turning it into a sarcastic piss take of 'id be lost without my blogger' like FUUUCKKK OOFFFFF. SHUUT UUPPPPPPP, NO ONE LIKES YOUUUU.

god. um. anyway. yeah. thats my rant. bbc sherlock pisses me off so bad and its kind of insane! this is only ONE of my big boy complaints about the show, too. like christ dude. its so bad.

i need everyone who watched bbc sherlock to go back and actually read the original stories because fuckign hell. they are pure GOLD compared to the complete and total bullshit that is the show.

[lxvenderjewel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (implied) Characters: Trent Crimm, Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Keeley Jones Additional Tags: Crack, Self-Indulgent, Attempt at Humor, Sherlock Holmes References, Awkward Flirting, Miscommunication, but like. funny, Awkwardness, Awkward Conversations Summary:

“Gosh, Trent, you’re like my personal Watson!” - the most self indulgent crack ive ever written . ENJOY

[nebs-shitposts]

yall, grenada?? this show does nOT skimp on the angst holy shit. when the opening scenes of SCAN are holmes being passive aggressive about Watson leaving for a week and Watson chastising him about using. AND THE COMFORT immediately afterwards. i am lost without my Boswell I've only been watching this show for ten minutes you cant do this to me

[zealouscanonindeer]

Pretentiousness and Packing

Dr John Watson:

Holmes returned after, in my estimate, an hour or so later bearing no remarkable findings than before. He passed me the slip, the laconic message leaving me further discombobulated. What a strange happening this was turning out to be!

“What do you make of it Holmes?”

“Watson, pray do not vocalise your confusion.” 

With that he picked up the latest edition of the times, swiftly scanning the pages until he happened to land on the latest establishment in Scotland yards heroic attempt in dissolving the fearfully elusive age-old crime syndicate of London. Presently, he returned to reality, commenting with an air of light conceit.  

“Lestrade would have been better off coming to me, I have no apprehensions regarding the innocence of these so-called criminals. I shall only pity at the humiliation the yard shall face at the court hearing.”

Before I could inquire at his remark, he continued. 

“An establishment of skilled and well-worn men in the games of crime, with their resources and acquaintances in the undergrounds of London would hardly be unable to protect themselves from a clumsy trap such as this. No, Watson they are very much alive and zealous in their dubious workings, only now they reside their evils elsewhere. Lestrade, the imbecile is truly oblivious to the presence of the plainest facts, even if they are right under his nose.”

“Really now, Holmes” I countered rather tartly. 

I sprang to my feet seizing the slip of paper and placing it neatly on the table before us, gently smoothening it over with my hand. Next, I grabbed the curiously positioned numbers and placed it next to the slip. Lastly, I added the list of imprinted words, jotted down by Holmes, and gave him a look of reproach.

“There, I lay the facts before you, right under your very nose. I am too obtuse of any of them, I do hope you shall shed some light on the matter.”

I sat watching my friend study the contents intensely when a sudden change grasped him. His angular countenance reflective of his concentration, his jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed and he clicked his fingers three times in a fervent fashion. With a cry of elation, sprang to his feet, shaking in excitement and grasped me by my shoulders. 

“Truly, I would be lost without my Boswell.”

He then threw himself into various texts of cryptology and remained immersed there until I took myself to bed. The morning came with nervous anticipation as no sooner had my eyes opened and adjusted to the tepid sunlit room than I was on my feet and scurrying to see what the previous evenings scrutiny had mustered. Holmes, was quite unusually passed out on the chaise lounge, his smoking pipe next to his hand. He seemed to have dropped it when he lulled to sleep. After all, he was only human too. My rush had been rather noisy and he stirred, his sleep ridden eyes dark against the sallow skin pulled over his aquiline cheekbones.  

“Aha, Watson. I must admit I have been rather dense in underestimating Emily. Never again, never again.” He muttered more to himself than me.

“You see it was never meant to be a letter, it was a cipher, quite a neat little one. Very clever indeed. Posed a challenge even to a mind such as mine, however once the pattern was established the rest fell into place.”

“These words arranged in particular order, the boxes correspond to the words and the number inside to the alphabet placed at that position. There you have a secret message. Try it for yourself.”

I scrambled to attain a pencil and began jotting down the letters as per the instructing numbers. 

“Surely this can’t make much sense, this reads as oriart nwerne doutwindowfra”

“Precisely, this is termed as what one would call a betwixillary cipher, fairly new I presume for even I was somewhat a stranger to it. I must learn where Emily came across this interesting piece herself.”

“Now look. The words My Dear Holmes must be divided right down the middle and placed at the far ends of your written letters. And hullo! There is the message.”

The incoherent words transformed to comprehension; they ran thus- Moriarty Denwer near holdout window-frames.

“Whatever is this Moriarty? Something is amiss Holmes. Denver is spelt with a ‘v’ not a ‘w’.”

“Indeed, it is ingenious. Emily, concealed her cipher commendably with a simple misspelling. A person looking for any inkling would be alerted by the v and could unscramble her efficient code. By simply disguising it she alluded her pursuer from any signs of Denver at all. A classic case of creative misdirection.”

“As for this Moriarty, it is in every way, I am convinced connected to our sinister syndicate. The source of it all? Or merely an accomplice? Or their secret to success? We shall soon know. The enormous pile of paper accounts for her attempts at ciphering I surmise and their incineration a rather clumsy move. I am still, however quite uncertain of a few aspects of our singular case. We must hurry to Denver, the rest on our way.” 

He patted me on the shoulder and shrugged out of his dressing gown and proceeded to clasp his breeches into position and tucked his shirtsleeves, pulling on his jacket and reaching for his inverness when he sharply turned to face me.

“Come now, hurry up man. We haven’t a moment to lose. Where the deuce is my overnight bag?”

“It is, I believe still lying packed since our previous journey. Mrs. Hudson’s weariness shoved in under your chemistry table.”

“There it is! Saved me the trouble of packing. Now Watson, if you shall arm yourself with your revolver and toothbrush and cover up against the country side chill, we shall be fit to leave.”

“Off to Denver then.” I announced, clicking my revolver into place.

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7, 18, 20 for the Granada asks!

7

I can't say I have a fav pic of Jeremy Brett unfortunately but his entire look in My Fair Lady is truly iconic and pure gender envy

18

Fav quote I have so many but my mind is drawing a blank from the show then "I am lost without my Boswell" is one that sticks out. From the very first episode is a perfect way to cement Holmes and Watson relationship straight from the bat as well as it being so sweet and almost intimate for a Holmes Adaptation

From the books however as I grew up with the books and adore them to no end I've always loved "There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared". Not because I'm patriotic but it's seem so personal from Conon Doyal stand point, that wasn't Holmes talking to Watson that was Conon Doyal talking to the reader. This came from His Last Bow, we were well into the First World War by the time of it's release, it proves to be a subtle example on how the war seeped into every aspect

20

When she won big in Shoescombe old place, go on lass good on you get that champagne out!

Seriously tho granada gives her ao much agency I love it! BBC sherlock did to begin with but like alot of things with that show fell off later on