I remember taking this screenshot when the BBC One ‘Love’ trailer was playing, possibly around Christmas time, during the peak of the excitement surrounding the new season of Sherlock. This little scene here, had not been in any of the trailers or clips released. I remember seeing this and pausing, studying his face and the shadow behind him. I remember posting this on Facebook and raving in capital letters about how awfully troubled and sad he looked. He looked unusually sad. And I was so curious to know who that figure was behind him.
I guess we all know now.
:’(
GUYS, I just found this post by the gorgeous @howterrifying from 2014.
Molly’s confession is so sincere, and has totally disarmed him. It is a cathartic moment for him, that is when he begins to lose all control over himself and his wall begin to collapse.
Is not only the horror of knowing that Molly is in danger and if she does not do what he says to her, she will die in front of his eyes, she has just confessed that she loves him wholeheartedly and he thinks that he will see her die in minutes.
He is going to lose a person who loves him completely and unconditionally, a person who has always been there for him, and it’s at that moment, ladies and gentlemen that Sherlock realizes that he loves her too, that he has always loved her. Because the mere thought of losing her, both physically and emotionally, shocks him in such a way that he smashed the coffin with his bare hands,
The coffin that was meant to bury her, a person who loved him completely, and the name of the coffin is not added by the person who dies, but by the people who love them. And the word that was written on the coffin was “I Love You”. Because if she had died, not only would he have been burying Molly Hooper, pathologist and friend, he would also have been burying the love that he had so far refused to feel
And he can not resist the physical reminder of that possibility, seated in the middle of a cold room, that so cruelly has dissected his heart, leaving an exposed core of feelings indescribable to him.
A reminder of that that spark of thriving emotions
That realization that had raced through his consciousness.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too
Anonymous said: “Both John and Sherlock have an imaginary version of their loves, helping them in times of great stress.” (Sherlock dying/Mary’s death)
“Fun fact: both of those episodes where that happens, were written by Moffat. “ (HLV/TLD)
"I’m not saying it like it’s a bad thing. I’m not, and it’s not. And I love cats. And I love you.“
"What do you mean I’m like a cat?"
"Well, you do behave like them most of the time.”
“I fail to see what you mean."
"I am just sitting doing something, watching TV, or reading, or writing a paper, or just by myself, and you force your head on my lap and rub your cheek on my leg until I run my fingers through your hair or caress your scalp.”
“I don’t force my head on your lap!"
"Sherlock, you once took my laptop off my lap and pretty much tossed it away on the coffee table so you could rest your head there and I could run my fingers through your hair.”
“I did not do that!"
"You do it all the time! You follow me around the apartment walking behind me every step I take and you don’t stop until I drop whatever I’m doing to cuddle you on the couch! You can’t deny you do that!"
"I just happen to walk around the apartment while I think and theorize and revise cases on my mind. Walking around the apartment helps me think, You mistankenly suppose I do it because I want your attention. You are the one that drops everything you’re doing to cuddle me, I don’t walk around the apartment with that intention in mind.”
"Sherlock, I often wake up in the middle of the night to find you sleeping on top of me without any particular care if I’m being crushed or not by your weight on me."
"You said you liked it."
"I do! But just so you know, and you should because you’ve been around Toby enough now, that cats behave like that, too.”
"I am not like a cat"
"Sherlock you are like a cat in the way you seek out physical affection from me and there’s nothing wrong with that. I really like it.“
"I am not like a cat, Molly.”
“Need I remind you this conversation started because I was reading and you pushed the book off my hands so you could lay on top of me and be cuddled and fondled? Don’t you think that is the sort of thing a cat would do to get attention?”
“That book was boring you!“
"It wasn’t boring me! I was just having trouble getting into it because I was distracted by someone who was making noises through their nose to call my attention. See? You are like a cat!”
“I am not!"
"You like me to rub your belly or scratch behind your ear until you fall asleep, and when I stop you make disgruntled noises."
"I don’t."
"Sherlock, I said it because I think it is nice and I think it is fitting because you are an independent, smart and proud creature that can very well fend for himself but when you decide you want physical contact and affection you don’t hesitate to let me know so that need can be met. You do have things in common with a cat.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little bit weird that you’re telling me all of this while I have my head on your lap and you’re running your fingers through my hair and scratching behind my ear?”
Sherlock: You’re wrong, you know. You do count. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you. But you were right. I’m not okay. Molly: Tell me what’s wrong. Sherlock: Molly, I think I’m going to die. Molly: What do you need? Sherlock: If I wasn’t everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me? Molly: What do you need? Sherlock: You.
