okay, yes, it's full fledged love
Guys. Um. I might be a little in love with Sherlock.
I wasn't expecting love. Honestly. I mean, I thought I'd love it, but I never thought I'd be in love with it. But it's been five days since the finale and I have watched the last scene at least once a day, if not more.
"The Great Game" is completely my favorite thing ever. I still think "The Blind Banker" is kind of blah (I'll probably re-watch next week while I'm unemployed and working on changing my state residency and waiting for deliveries and installations and such and we'll see if my opinion changes) and I still love "A Study in Pink," but I love everything about "The Great Game." I love John and I love Sherlock. I love Mycroft and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson and Molly and Sarah. I FUCKING LOVE MORIARTY. I know that people's opinions on Moriarty were mixed when I first read episode reactions, but I've gone from "I think he was pretty good!" to full on "HE IS SO PERFECT I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM" in five days. Every time I watch the pool scene, I love him more. (And believe me, I am making a habit out of watching it daily.) I love how brilliant and also crazy he is. I love his little voices and his teasing and his entire... everything. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. He's deliciously unhinged.
But mostly, as much as I love all their banter and all the case-solving and all the everything, I fucking love John Watson's face off in that last scene. EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND. OF. THAT. SCENE.
I love how his voice breaks when he says, "I stopped him. I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart." I love the look of utter despair on his face while he's Moriarty's mouthpiece. I love how he's willing to sacrifice himself for Sherlock, and how, as Sherlock finds himself confused when confronted with ~*emotion*~ once Moriarty leaves, he cracks a joke and does his best to calm Sherlock down. Every single line delivery in that scene is brilliant, but, oh, John Watson, MY HEART. I love Martin Freeman like burning.
Sherlock too, jfc. For that split second when he thinks it's John and the way his heart breaks to throwing the bomb across the room. Oh man oh man oh man, the most emotion we see out of him over the entire course of the show and it's in abject fear that something nearly happened to John, something could happen yet.
UGH I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
Like, part of it is probably a coping mechanism because I still have SO MUCH TO DO and only one day to do it, but, my god, guys, my heart. I want to hug them both. I want a Sherlock puppypile. Although Sherlock would probably be like, "wtf, you're touching me" and John would be super awkward. I DON'T CARE. I WANT IT.
Okay, now that my Sherlock joygasm is over, I'm going to bed so I can get up early to do more packing tomorrow. Hurrah. D:
I wasn't expecting love. Honestly. I mean, I thought I'd love it, but I never thought I'd be in love with it. But it's been five days since the finale and I have watched the last scene at least once a day, if not more.
"The Great Game" is completely my favorite thing ever. I still think "The Blind Banker" is kind of blah (I'll probably re-watch next week while I'm unemployed and working on changing my state residency and waiting for deliveries and installations and such and we'll see if my opinion changes) and I still love "A Study in Pink," but I love everything about "The Great Game." I love John and I love Sherlock. I love Mycroft and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson and Molly and Sarah. I FUCKING LOVE MORIARTY. I know that people's opinions on Moriarty were mixed when I first read episode reactions, but I've gone from "I think he was pretty good!" to full on "HE IS SO PERFECT I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM" in five days. Every time I watch the pool scene, I love him more. (And believe me, I am making a habit out of watching it daily.) I love how brilliant and also crazy he is. I love his little voices and his teasing and his entire... everything. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. He's deliciously unhinged.
But mostly, as much as I love all their banter and all the case-solving and all the everything, I fucking love John Watson's face off in that last scene. EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND. OF. THAT. SCENE.
I love how his voice breaks when he says, "I stopped him. I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart." I love the look of utter despair on his face while he's Moriarty's mouthpiece. I love how he's willing to sacrifice himself for Sherlock, and how, as Sherlock finds himself confused when confronted with ~*emotion*~ once Moriarty leaves, he cracks a joke and does his best to calm Sherlock down. Every single line delivery in that scene is brilliant, but, oh, John Watson, MY HEART. I love Martin Freeman like burning.
Sherlock too, jfc. For that split second when he thinks it's John and the way his heart breaks to throwing the bomb across the room. Oh man oh man oh man, the most emotion we see out of him over the entire course of the show and it's in abject fear that something nearly happened to John, something could happen yet.
UGH I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
Like, part of it is probably a coping mechanism because I still have SO MUCH TO DO and only one day to do it, but, my god, guys, my heart. I want to hug them both. I want a Sherlock puppypile. Although Sherlock would probably be like, "wtf, you're touching me" and John would be super awkward. I DON'T CARE. I WANT IT.
Okay, now that my Sherlock joygasm is over, I'm going to bed so I can get up early to do more packing tomorrow. Hurrah. D: