Two days later Sherlock stumbles twice and nearly falls. The second time I guide him to a nearby bench and sit him down. He has been very quiet this day.
“I can’t see out of my right eye, John,” he whispers. I can hear a tremor in his voice. “It went away about half an hour ago.”
I just nod. “We should go home.”
“This case is almost done. Let’s finish it.” He looks at me, pleading.
“I wish I could stop this,” I whisper.
He reaches out and grabs my hand. I grip it tightly. I profoundly do not care if anyone gets the wrong idea.
Alone on the Water (x)Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
WHY WOULD YOU POST THIS?
I literally just started crying. I’m not joking. Tears are rolling down my face.
Fanfictions should not be this emotionally jarring ever. Or this perfect.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
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Wow, John Watson is heterosexual
So fucking hetero.
I just wanna be a partykiller here and say that do you guys actually realise how extremely impractical running would be when handcuffed together but not moving as one? Just— there is a very practical reason behind that taking each others hands. And yes, I do find this moment extremely cute too.
Sherlock is new and old at the same time and that is a fantastic thing. In the 19th century when it was written, men gravitated toward their own kind more, in books around this time the ‘bromance” was more common. I think it was exceptional that Moffat and co. managed to transplant this bromance…
^Everything this person said. So much.
GUYS. GUYS! FINNISH EUROVISION SONG IS ABOUT JOHNLOCK. LISTEN. REALLY.
COULD SOMEONE TRANSLATE THE LYRICS?
My swedish sucksTELL ME I’M WRONG.
Tät intill, doften av oss två
Vänder sig om, samma skjorta i blå
Doften jag känner vorre inget utan dig
Som en sjö utan vatten, som en lykta utan ljus
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n man ser då man blundar, som en ängel framför
Nå’n som hjälper en och flyga då man glömt hur man gör
Kär utan känslor eller skratta utan ljud
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n som glömt alla beskymmer, en kvinna med mod
Nå’n som fattar vad man känner fast man talar utan ord
Sätt dig ner, vi håller din hand
Berätta vem du är, vi finns för varann
Alla minnen vorre inget utan dig
Som en sjö utan vatten, som en lykta utan ljus
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n man ser då man blundar, som en ängel framför
Nå’n som hjälper en och flyga då man glömt hur man gör
Kär utan känslor eller skratta utan ljud
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n som glömt alla beskymmer, en kvinna med mod
Nå’n som fattar vad man säger fast man talar utan ord
Som en sjö utan vatten, som en lykta utan ljus
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n man ser då man blundar, som en ängel framför
Nå’n som hjälper en och flyga då man glömt hur man gör
Kär utan känslor eller skratta utan ljud
Ett liv utan färger, det är inte du
Nå’n som glömt alla beskymmer, en kvinna med mod
Nå’n som fattar vad man känner fast man talar utan ord
Jumping in and translating because god this is so true and wow how did we pick such a pretty song?
Close beside, the smell of us both
Turns around, same shirt in blue
The smell I can smell would be nothing without you
Like a lake without water, like a lantern without light
A life without colours, that isn’t you
Someone you see when you close your eyes, like an angel before
Someone who helps you fly when you’ve forgotten how
In love without feelings or to laugh without sound
A life without colour, that isn’t you
Someone who forgot all trouble, a brave woman
Someone who understands what you’re saying even when you speak without words,
Sit down, we’re holding your hand
Tell me who you are, because we’re here for each other
All the memories would be nothing without you
Like a lake without water, like a lantern without light
A life without colours, that isn’t you
Someone you see when you close your eyes, an angel before
Someone who helps you to fly when you’ve forgotten how
In love without feelings or laughing without sound
A life without colours, that isn’t you
Someone who forgot all troubles, a brave woman
Someone who understands what you’re saying even when you speak without words,
Like a lake without water, like a lantern without light,
A life without colours, that isn’t you
Someone you see when you close your eyes, an angel before
Someone who helps you to fly when you’ve forgotten how
In love without feelings or laughing without sound
A life without colours, that isn’t you
Someone who forgot all troubles, a brave woman
Someone who understands what you’re saying even when you speak without words
So I just read Alone on the Water and then watched the video and the amount of tears cannot be described.
sobbing what the fuck who told you it was ok to do this to my emotions
(Source: previouslygillany)
