#john watson blog

[johnhwatsonblog]

Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

[consult-johnhwatson]

Dr Watson I agree with Sherlock. The pigeon caught my eye. Not the diamond

Why the pigeon? Please explain, because Sherlock won't. Pigeons are everywhere. Some of them are perching on our roof right now. Cooing their little hearts out. So, how can a regular city pigeon, that happened to snack on some cocaine and chase old ladies, be more interesting than a 31.7 million pound diamond? I repeat, £31.7 million. Maybe I'm missing something. But the diamond is the clear winner for me.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

John just admitted that he's not very good at typing. Doesn't that bother you? He's your blogger. Maybe you should find a replacement.

He may be slow at typing but he is persistent, it may take a while but he gets there eventually. But watching him type with just one finger at the speed of a snail is sometimes a bit infurating. Maybe I should teach him to use all 10 of his fingers, I mean for what else are they there then if he doesn't use them? I am asking myself sometimes how he could have been a surgeon in the past when he hasn't even enough finger dexterity to type efficiently.

And as you can see here, I can also blog for myself. He may be my blogger, and many things more, but I also have my own blog.

[busy-squid]

[kagilasgilas]

"Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age."

Bonus :)

[gasgaszsz]

awww look at them reuniting, so cute

[ohno-wallace]

“Goodnight”

𝙸𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚒𝚛𝚋&𝚋 — 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

[johnhwatsonblog]

Yes, yes we need the money they do! @artofdeductionbysholmes

Will this get us to NYC? Imagine how beautiful Central Park- We’ll get to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree!

Dear Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson,

I believe you are aware of the high-profile assassination case across the pond. We are in dire need of your expertise as the manhunt is going nowhere. The victim's company offers generous compensation for your assistance.

Best Regards,

NYPD

Hello.

Justice has been served.... WILL. Justice will be served. Pardon my typo. You don't need my services.

SH

[flixleoz]

keep forgetting im supposed to actually post my art here

[malpractisnt]

“i don’t get attached” then gets emotionally devastated when John isn’t home for 30 minutes

[johnhwatsonblog]

Asking for… err.. a friend.

[consult-johnhwatson]

Wishing you and Sherlock a wonderful holiday! And also wondering if you had a favorite color? If so, which shade? Would you ever wear a pink suit? Ok bai -

Thank you very much! I wish you a Merry Christmas and wonderful holidays as well! Sherlock acts a bit grumpy, but I know that deep down he likes Christmas. Favourite colour? I think that would be something blue, like aquamarine. Mix between blue and green I'd say. Pink's not really my colour. So no, I wouldn't wear a pink suit. I wouldn't look good in it.

[consult-johnhwatson]

That's a surprise. That definitely looks like a gemstone.

Wait a minute. Sherlock, you didn't plan all this, did you? You didn't shove that stone (or is it a ring?) down a pigeon's throat for today, right?

Well, that's definitely not a bag of cocaine. That's something made of stone or metal.

[rockinrobyn59]

I really do miss the BBC show Sherlock. Loved the fact that they had websites that linked to the show and gave you a bit extra, the conversations in the comment section of John's blog, Sherlocks website

[detectivesholmes]

John convinced me, or rather pestered me, to join this social media website. He told me that the listeners of his podcast want to see me here. One listener has been particularly persistent. I think John called them something along the lines of a chaotic frying pan. Whatever that means. So here I am. Don't make me regret this.

[flumet]

If I had a nickel for every time Martin Freeman played the role of a character writing down the adventures with his homoerotic best friend, I'd have two. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.