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naimu420 · 1 month ago
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flatmates…friends…whatever you calling them
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mouse-of-mischief · 6 months ago
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Since Watson is canonically an unreliable narrator, anything could have plausibly happened behind the closed doors of 221B. He doesn't tell us readers everything. Any sort of twist could have happened during a case that he couldn't write for the public... Like all those times he kissed Sherlock Holmes.
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werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat · 2 months ago
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The yapper and the listener🙏
Just wanted to get some fast dopamine and made this little thing I'm tired asf
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kagilasgilas · 5 months ago
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"It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. . . " ―Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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alittlebitofwhimsy · 6 months ago
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i’d really like to know how people in 1893 took to Holmes ending his note to Watson in TFP with: “Believe me to be, my dear Watson, very sincerely yours.”
because, like…. how could this possibly be interpreted as anything other than an admission of love?
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sherlockianscholar · 1 year ago
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*watson enters sitting room occupied by holmes and client*
watson: oh i'm so sorry for intruding. i'll just leave--
holmes: *JUMPS OVER SETTEE* *PULLS WATSON INSIDE* *SLAMS DOOR* *PUSHES WATSON INTO ARMCHAIR*
holmes: this is my friend and soulmate, dr watson
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ohwhataniight · 3 months ago
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“Flying machines; these, er, telephone contraptions ... What sort of lunatic fantasy is that?”
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“It was simply my conjecture of what a future world might look like, and how you and I might fit inside it.”
Watson nods, and Holmes stands up. “You and I, in such a world, perhaps we would not be so misplaced. So... queer. Maybe we would belong, us. Might I even say we could be accepted.” With a long stride he eliminates the distance between the two armchairs.
Watson stands up as well, lips pursed into a thin line, brow furrowed, and he starts fumbling with Holmes’ cravat. “Are you sure it’s still just a seven percent solution that you take? I think you may have increased the dosage.”
Holmes shrugs his shoulders, his breath of cigars and tea falling softly on Watson’s face. “Perhaps I was being a little fanciful ...” he whispers pensievely.
Watson reaches for the nape of Holmes’ neck and pulls his head lower to capture his lips in a yearning kiss. “Our love needs not a name,” he whispers around their shared breath, hands cupping Holmes’ head, thumbs tracing soft circles on his cheekbones. “It is ours, it needs no recognition, no acceptance.”
Holmes’ long fingers are between them, fumbling deftly with the buttons on Watson’s waistcoat. “Perhaps... perhaps you are right, my dear Watson. But perhaps such thing might come to pass. In some distant future, you could be free to love me, with no shame or remorse.”
“My sentiments are not shackled. I love you here, now.” Watson lowers his hands to capture Holmes’ wrists and look at him straight in the eyes. “I love you, Sherlock. Most ardently.”
“That, then, my dear John, must be enough,” Holmes murmurs against Watson’s temple.
Behind the heavy, drawn, embroidered curtains, a small world is hidden, the inhabitants of which slowly stumble down the corridor and into Holmes’ chamber, waistcoats and cravats discarded to the floor. Outside the window, the fumes and horns of cars, embellished from the lights of tall skyscrapers, the flashing neon of the street shops illuminating the faces of people walking and looking at their phones, taking no account of what goes on inside the apartment of 221B Baker Street.
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queerclarkkent · 24 days ago
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always remember the first episode of granada holmes was watson working holmes down from a depressive episode my making him food and sharing his company - not their first meeting, just this tender moment
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ponkydraws · 16 days ago
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“My companion flushed up in pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.”
- Sherlock Holmes blushing because John Watson complimented him, 1887
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naimu420 · 16 days ago
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Devil’s Foot and whatnot
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mouse-of-mischief · 6 months ago
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Does anyone else just occasionally miss the Victorian intimacy of calling someone by their first name?
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werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrcat · 11 months ago
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the adventure of charles augustus milverton
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lathron · 1 year ago
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Long time no Post so here is Holmes and Dr. Watson
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alittlebitofwhimsy · 6 months ago
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never forget that Watson likened Holmes to a witch in Scandal
(“You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago”)
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gay-space-creature · 7 months ago
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There isn't enough of Watson ordering around Holmes and manhandling him in the fandom. Let him throw Sherlock around like a ragdoll.
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sherlockianscholar · 1 year ago
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one of holmes and watson's love languages is lighting each other's cigarettes. our victorian husbands will use any excuse to touch each other's hands inside or outside 221b 😌
"'l'homme c'est rien. l'oeuvre c'est tout" translated to english is "the man is nothing. the work is everything." this is so true for holmes in many aspects of his life, but there is and always will be one man who is everything to him
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