I swore I wasn't going to do this.
Yeah, it's come to this. I've got a bottle of wine, a bad fucking day, and no inclination to talk myself out of rambling about the Sherlock finale.
First though = wordsindreams shares this lulzy ass picture (which has been seen around) and I lol for days; Sherlock Season 2 is a go!, and ladyflowdi is cranking them out at a pace that may damn near kill me.
This shit is full of cursing, capslock, and images. LOTS of images.
In order of how I'm (re)watching it:
- SEVERED HEAD. YES. Oh John shut up, you know you love it.
- Sherlock is like every bad stereotype of a demanding girlfriend in existence - 1)OMG YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS ALL ABOUT ME IN THE WRONG DAMN WAY, YOU ASS; 2) I LITERALLY CAN NOT STAND LOOKING AT YOU ANYMORE SO I WILL FLING MYSELF AWAY FROM THE HIDEOUSNESS OF YOUR FACE; and finally 3) WHAT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE YOU GOING? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SIT HERE AND STARE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD UNTIL I'M READY TO LET YOU MAKE IT UP TO ME.
- Does John really go there just to hide out from Sherlock? How on earth can Sarah think he's remotely straight at this point? I just,. No comprende, hombre.
- "How's it living with him? Hellish, I imagine." AHAHAHA. Why is everyone in this universe so horribly bitchy? I love it. Also, I have never seen a show where so many of the secondary characters fucking love to point out how gay the main characters are. And not jokingly either - they all seem entirely convinced. It's inexpressibly entertaining.
- Bitchy violin playing is a really underrated skill.
- Sherlock smiles so damn much around John. Seriously, it's incredible for a guy who considers himself so above it all. And fucking adorable.
WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE 30 SECONDS.
- Ahahaha John's face at their mentioning the blog again.
The bf who knows he's in the doghouse for the foreseeable future.
- This is possibly my favorite Sherlock look ever. It's part deer in the headlights, part confused alien observing the strange humans, part child, and part straight out adorable.
- John w/o a sweater-vest! The seas rise, the mountains fall, I clap like a seal in glee.
- Okay jumping ahead by a good, I dunno, 30 minutes (shit happens, Sherlock's an ass, I'm mildly entertained by him anyway, nothing new): THE FIGHT. WHICH IS BARELY EVEN A REAL FIGHT, AND YET.
- I love that Sherlock picks up on John's disappointment, that John is so open about it all, and that Sherlock makes this weird little 'I don't care, I really don't, see how hard I don't care?' face. It could be about the lack of news but fuck it, in my handwavey world it's about John and how John's disappointed. He's Sherlock Holmes, he can multitask. Sad face John makes the world cry, Sherlock. Suck it up and pretend you fucking care, for my own damn heart.
And John really is a hero, he knows what to look for, and you know on some level Sherlock is baffled by John's belief in him and maybe doesn't like that he may sort of possibly could want to live up to it. UGH GOD HELP ME WITH THESE TWO.
- How the hell did Lestrade and Sherlock get anything done before John was around to corral them (Okay, corral Sherlock)? He restarts the entire fucking conversation with, what? 3 sentences? Ridiculous. They should both be embarrassed.
- Again some shit happens, Gumby the Strangler shows up, blah blah POOL SCENE YES.
- Things about this scene: JOHN. AHHHH. JOHN. FUCKING A, PEOPLE SHOULD NOT LOOK THAT TINY AND ADORABLE IN A PARKA.
a non-con writer's dream, right there.
- Sherlock asks if John's "All right" legit about 5 times from the moment he sees the bomb. I was not expecting that in the slightest; I thought I was going to have to reach for signs of concern, but damn, he laid it all out there (for him, anyway). He also looked at him so much, checking in on him, it was the most endearing thing I have ever seen.
PLEASE NOTE THESE ARE ALL SEPARATE times Sherlock is unable to keep from checking on John, even with his 'legendary focus' that manages to keep him from FOOD. THEREFORE MY MATHS TELL ME THAT JOHN = MORE IMPORTANT THAN FOOD.
- Moriarty = Most Lulzy Villian Ever. I don't even care, I love him. I do. What the hell is up with this crazy voice shit? I was so entertained, and it was totally for the wrong reasons, but wtf-ever I'm not watching it because I think Sherlock or John are in real danger, I'm watching for relationship signs between John and Sherlock. He set them up and the boys knocked them down, and really that was all I was asking for.
THEN:
- GIF from fatherleary YES.
- Shaken!Sherlock is possibly more adorable than I can handle. HOLY HELL HE IS READY TO LOSE IT. There is no sign at all that he's enjoying this as a 'game' anymore. FUCK, IT'S INCREDIBLE. EVEN IN A PANIC THIS MOTHERFUCKER STRUTS. I CAN'T DEAL.
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This would be where he has to legit just STARE AT JOHN to make sure nothing's happened to him.
- AND THEN IT ENDS, SONOFABITCH. UNTIL NEXT YEAR, THEN. /sobs/
- In summation: JOHN IS HIS HEART. And I know if I were John I would be mightily worried what 'burn' meant in this context, because it was clearly relevant to my day to day existence.
I had to preview this post a good half dozen times since I went quotation marks crazy and had the most frightening formatting ever. Oh, and I'm ending this post a lot more tipsy than when I started it. Damn, this day has sucked. UGH.
First though = wordsindreams shares this lulzy ass picture (which has been seen around) and I lol for days; Sherlock Season 2 is a go!, and ladyflowdi is cranking them out at a pace that may damn near kill me.
This shit is full of cursing, capslock, and images. LOTS of images.
In order of how I'm (re)watching it:
- SEVERED HEAD. YES. Oh John shut up, you know you love it.
- Sherlock is like every bad stereotype of a demanding girlfriend in existence - 1)OMG YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS ALL ABOUT ME IN THE WRONG DAMN WAY, YOU ASS; 2) I LITERALLY CAN NOT STAND LOOKING AT YOU ANYMORE SO I WILL FLING MYSELF AWAY FROM THE HIDEOUSNESS OF YOUR FACE; and finally 3) WHAT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE YOU GOING? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SIT HERE AND STARE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD UNTIL I'M READY TO LET YOU MAKE IT UP TO ME.
- Does John really go there just to hide out from Sherlock? How on earth can Sarah think he's remotely straight at this point? I just,. No comprende, hombre.
- "How's it living with him? Hellish, I imagine." AHAHAHA. Why is everyone in this universe so horribly bitchy? I love it. Also, I have never seen a show where so many of the secondary characters fucking love to point out how gay the main characters are. And not jokingly either - they all seem entirely convinced. It's inexpressibly entertaining.
- Bitchy violin playing is a really underrated skill.
- Sherlock smiles so damn much around John. Seriously, it's incredible for a guy who considers himself so above it all. And fucking adorable.
WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE 30 SECONDS.
- Ahahaha John's face at their mentioning the blog again.
The bf who knows he's in the doghouse for the foreseeable future.
- This is possibly my favorite Sherlock look ever. It's part deer in the headlights, part confused alien observing the strange humans, part child, and part straight out adorable.
- John w/o a sweater-vest! The seas rise, the mountains fall, I clap like a seal in glee.
- Okay jumping ahead by a good, I dunno, 30 minutes (shit happens, Sherlock's an ass, I'm mildly entertained by him anyway, nothing new): THE FIGHT. WHICH IS BARELY EVEN A REAL FIGHT, AND YET.
- I love that Sherlock picks up on John's disappointment, that John is so open about it all, and that Sherlock makes this weird little 'I don't care, I really don't, see how hard I don't care?' face. It could be about the lack of news but fuck it, in my handwavey world it's about John and how John's disappointed. He's Sherlock Holmes, he can multitask. Sad face John makes the world cry, Sherlock. Suck it up and pretend you fucking care, for my own damn heart.
And John really is a hero, he knows what to look for, and you know on some level Sherlock is baffled by John's belief in him and maybe doesn't like that he may sort of possibly could want to live up to it. UGH GOD HELP ME WITH THESE TWO.
- How the hell did Lestrade and Sherlock get anything done before John was around to corral them (Okay, corral Sherlock)? He restarts the entire fucking conversation with, what? 3 sentences? Ridiculous. They should both be embarrassed.
- Again some shit happens, Gumby the Strangler shows up, blah blah POOL SCENE YES.
- Things about this scene: JOHN. AHHHH. JOHN. FUCKING A, PEOPLE SHOULD NOT LOOK THAT TINY AND ADORABLE IN A PARKA.
a non-con writer's dream, right there.
- Sherlock asks if John's "All right" legit about 5 times from the moment he sees the bomb. I was not expecting that in the slightest; I thought I was going to have to reach for signs of concern, but damn, he laid it all out there (for him, anyway). He also looked at him so much, checking in on him, it was the most endearing thing I have ever seen.
PLEASE NOTE THESE ARE ALL SEPARATE times Sherlock is unable to keep from checking on John, even with his 'legendary focus' that manages to keep him from FOOD. THEREFORE MY MATHS TELL ME THAT JOHN = MORE IMPORTANT THAN FOOD.
- Moriarty = Most Lulzy Villian Ever. I don't even care, I love him. I do. What the hell is up with this crazy voice shit? I was so entertained, and it was totally for the wrong reasons, but wtf-ever I'm not watching it because I think Sherlock or John are in real danger, I'm watching for relationship signs between John and Sherlock. He set them up and the boys knocked them down, and really that was all I was asking for.
THEN:
- GIF from fatherleary YES.
- Shaken!Sherlock is possibly more adorable than I can handle. HOLY HELL HE IS READY TO LOSE IT. There is no sign at all that he's enjoying this as a 'game' anymore. FUCK, IT'S INCREDIBLE. EVEN IN A PANIC THIS MOTHERFUCKER STRUTS. I CAN'T DEAL.
This would be where he has to legit just STARE AT JOHN to make sure nothing's happened to him.
- AND THEN IT ENDS, SONOFABITCH. UNTIL NEXT YEAR, THEN. /sobs/
- In summation: JOHN IS HIS HEART. And I know if I were John I would be mightily worried what 'burn' meant in this context, because it was clearly relevant to my day to day existence.
I had to preview this post a good half dozen times since I went quotation marks crazy and had the most frightening formatting ever. Oh, and I'm ending this post a lot more tipsy than when I started it. Damn, this day has sucked. UGH.