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John Watson & Sherlock Holmes

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why TLS’ garridebs moment is going to be john’s suicide attempt, aka., the most painful diagram i have ever made

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Can you do a follow up? I would love to read more!!! 😍

Dancing

After school, John Watson would always stop by the dance studio, even though it was out of his way. He’d climb the stairs and sit by the little balcony that overlooked the studio area, watching the afternoon ballet class. 

Girls in pink tutus and leotards sashayed and pranced across the floor, but John only had eyes for the single boy in the room, the one with the curly locks and the skin-tight black T-shirt that bounced every time he leaped. 

The boy whose skin looked so soft, pale as it was, and whose feet didn’t even touch the ground when he danced. The boy whose movements flowed into one another, twirling with his arms outstretched, his eyes screwed up with concentration, but the tiniest hint of a smile barely noticeable on his face.

The boy who made John’s heart flutter in his chest every time he turned briefly in his direction.

John would always try and work up the courage to talk to him after the class ended. He wanted to get to know this boy who made him feel so warm and melty inside. But every time, he decided he wouldn’t, for fear of embarrassing himself. He’d just continue to be the one who watched from afar, mesmerized by the silky hair and the movements that flowed like the breeze.

He wished that sometime, the boy would look up and notice him, just once.

But what John didn’t know was that he himself was being noticed. 

After class, Sherlock Holmes would immediately run to the door of the studio, still in his ballet clothing, and watch the blond boy walk away. He longed to say something to his secret admirer, maybe just send a nod or a wink up to the balcony during the class, but he was unbelievably shy, and couldn’t work up the courage.

The truth was, he loved dancing, but it was made hundreds time better every time he was able to glimpse the adorable, intrigued face of the boy on the balcony.

He loved dancing, but it was a bonus when his heart danced, too. Maybe someday he’d be able to express that. 

But for now, it was just the dancer and the admirer, each not knowing that the other was there, each full of longing and the sort of warmth that could only be put there by love.

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At the pace everything is going, that definitely wasn't part of the script

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Haha. 😂😭😭😭😭😭😭

please my crops are dying

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Making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world.

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The real John Watson is a tiny soft man who writes poetry and draws faces on balloons with his creative lil left hand

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Oh my god!!!!!!!!! Shit shit shit.........

“You wouldn’t” John says to Eurus as she cocks the gun at John. Her finger pulls the trigger, and a small flame appears.

“I suppose not” she says

John hears another gun cock behind him, and a familiar woman’s voice he’s not heard since she’d finally stopped haunting him: “I would”

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Andrei Tarkovsky “And is Chaplin—comedy? No: he is Chaplin, pure and simple; a unique phenomenon, never to be repeated. He is unadulterated hyperbole; but above all he stuns us at every moment of his screen existence with the truth of his hero’s behavior. In the most absurd situation Chaplin is completely natural; and that is why he is funny.”

Buster Keaton “At his best, and Chaplin remained at his best for a long time, he was the greatest comedian that ever lived.”

François Truffaut “My religion is cinema. I believe in Charlie Chaplin…”

Jean-Luc Godard “He is beyond praise because he is the greatest of all. What else can one say? The only filmmaker, anyway, to whom one can apply without misunderstanding that very misleading adjective, ‘humane’… Today one says Chaplin as one says Da Vinci—or rather Charlie, like Leonardo.”

Jean Renoir “The master of masters, the filmmaker of filmmakers, for me is still Charlie Chaplin. He has done everything in his films—script, direction, setting, production, performance and even the music… His films are not only examples of perfect unity, but all his work is one. One may say indeed of Chaplin that he has made only one film and that every facet of that film is a different enactment of the same profession of faith.”

Jiri Menzel “All Chaplin’s early films assured me that the comedy can say in a grotesque way much more about people’s characters than serious films, which after a certain time fade away and became ridiculous. Good comedy is immortal.”

Luis Buñuel “When I was young, the idea of an orgy was tremendously exciting. Charlie Chaplin once organized one in Hollywood for me and two Spanish friends, but when the three ravishing young women arrived from Pasadena, they immediately got into a tremendous argument over which one was going to get Chaplin, and in the end all three left in a huff.”

Masaki Kobayashi “Last year I went to the Cannes Film Festival and met Charles Chaplin. They showed his works. I was deeply impressed by his greatness. His films, his methods and content, are modern and so contemporary; he is a great genius.”

Ousmane Sembène “Did other filmmakers teach you anything? There was one, an old man whom I had the fortune to meet very old, Charlie Chaplin; he told me that everyone could do this job, but that it is very demanding… He was the only guy who you couldn’t see in bars, nightclubs, or at receptions. He told me one had to stay at home and work…”

Pier Paolo Pasolini “You can always feel underneath my love for Dreyer, Mizoguchi and Chaplin… I feel this mythic epicness in both Dreyer and Mizoguchi and Chaplin: all three see things from a point of view which is absolute, essential and in a certain way holy, reverential.”

Satyajit Ray “If there is any name which can be said to symbolize cinema—it is Charlie Chaplin… I am sure Chaplin’s name will survive even if the cinema ceases to exist as a medium of artistic expression. Chaplin is truly immortal.”

Stanley Kubrick “If something is really happening on the screen, it isn’t crucial how it’s shot. Chaplin had such a simple cinematic style that it was almost like I Love Lucy, but you were always hypnotized by what was going on, unaware of the essentially non-cinematic style. He frequently used cheap sets, routine lighting and so forth, but he made great films. His films will probably last longer than anyone else’s.”

Vittorio De Sica “Truly good films—like Chaplin’s—should stimulate as well as soothe, should appeal to the mind as well as to the senses, should kindle thought as well as the emotions.”

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person: there’s something i have to tell you  my anxiety: *the pink panther theme* 

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Yeah...... Good times

221 Things I Love About Sherlock

#16: This scene…

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I’m not going to see anybody anymore. They make me talk and exhaust me. If I’m quiet I’ll be alright.

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. February 1913 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Wow..............😐

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Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, BFI TVFest, 9/4/2017

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My dear fellow,“ said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, “life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.

The FIRST paragraph of A Case of Identity 

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