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Who are they to each other?

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DEAR PEOPLE!

Maybe someone has already scored this, but I might making up a small contribution.

With all this news of vague hope for a season 5, I got into a debate with an acquaintance about the romantic relationship between Sherlock and John.

I used various metas, theories, historical facts from the original canon, and briefly all the information (subtext or not) I could find to make him see how real Johnlock is.

But now I'm thinking: we wouldn't need to explain the whole subtext of the series when just one explanation is enough to attest to the fact – a fact that everyone can see explicitly in the series with just a little bit of character analysis.

If their relationship were just platonic, they would both be as happy after John and "Mary's" wedding as they were before.

• Sherlock would have a best friend (which John always was, but the attestation fact)

• John would have a romantic partner

Life would go on, Sherlock (as he pointed out many times) not needing a romantic partner and being perfectly satisfied with John's company as his best friend.

John would visit him a few times, they would solve some crimes, John would go back to medical life and live his married life happily.

So why do they both look so miserable after TSoT? They supposedly don't have everything they wanted?

Sherlock goes back on drugs, sloppily in his normally ruthless appearance, not being able to work properly with the distraction of John's lack of presence (he doesn't even bother taking his clothes off in 221b and eat standing up when "Mary" arrives with the coded message in TEH, as if he didn't even belong there).

It's purely sad.

John's nightmares about the war returned (which only spread when he dreams of Sherlock), he thinks about Sherlock constantly and misses him in an almost desperate way (the scene with John, Mary and the female guest asking for help in HLV). He's clearly stressed out, easily irritated, doesn't sleep well and tries as much as convenient to stay away from his wife (the fact that John chooses to cycle to work instead of taking a ride with "Mary", who works at the same hospital as him).

They're not happy apart. And yet, they said that's what they wanted.

"Best friends" doesn't work for them. They've been pinning after one another for years and told themselves it was enough. Yet, one of them enters into a romantic relationship with another person and it is disastrous for both of them.

Sorry, but if this is a platonic friendship for you, you should review your concepts.

Sorry my bad English, its not my first language.

Feel free to add something you might find interesting

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re: tjlc: I think to understand what happened we need to understand what kind of people are Moffat and Gatiss. Moffat loves to mess with people, to overpromise and underdeliver, to have his main character beaten to a pulp by his most beloved person, etc. Gatiss loves his little references, in his own words to “flirt with homoeroticism” with everything that he writes. Our biggest mistake was that we thought there was somehow a place for us in between these two men and their writing. In reality, we shouldn’t have asked if there Were scenes that were intended to be queer coded or not straight acting choices and set details But instead asked where they were trying to take all of that. There were many red flags from Moffat and sometimes Gatiss but we just skipped all of that. In reality, Moffat loves that tragedy, drama, the “untold” (especially romance oooh how he thrives on that), the “it doesn’t matter who you are”, most likely thinks that gay Sherlock Holmes for his show is too boring. While Gatiss just played with the little gay crumbs that he managed to put in and in a way I get it but why block your fellow gays on twitter, feeling a bit weird yet mate? There can be no repercussions from their perspective because they were never writing for the fans, it was just a fun gig for themselves that accidentally became popular. They owe us nothing therefore they can not possibly understand how we feel and will never get where we’re coming from. A simple explanation which is hard to believe and yet so easy.

re: the S girl can literally fuck off who the fuck even is she

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“Please continue, we’ve got plenty more.”

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Verity Burns & br0-Harry: A Love Story

In Autumn 2010, I was writing my first Sherlock story, The Road Less Traveled when I received a message from the artist br0-Harry sending me an illustration. I think I would have been blown away however experienced a writer I was, but with ‘Road’ being my first story I was utterly overwhelmed. To see my words brought to life, and in such a brilliant way… it was an incredible feeling.

Over the next couple of years I was blessed with more art from several wonderful artists, but Harry was always special. He did some further illustrations for my stories, and I wrote poems / ficlets to go with some of his artworks.

Eventually, we exchanged real names and addresses; I sent him some locally famous sweets, and he completely outclassed me by sending an incredible water-colour of Cabin Pressure’s Martin Crieff.

In 2013 he announced that he was coming to the UK with some friends, and would I like to meet up? He told me his dates, and I found that I would miss him in London by a few days… I offered my apologies. But his group decided to tour the country during their visit, spending a couple of days in my area, and a rendezvous was arranged.

We sat opposite each other over a meal in a local pub… and the table was too wide.

That was it. Nothing happened. We spent the entire evening each feeling that the table between us was stupidly wide, and then we parted. He flew home a few days later and we didn’t see each other again until the following year. But we talked every day.

Officially, we were still ‘just friends’. But as time went by the elephant in the chat room became too big to ignore, and after a couple of months there was an inevitable spilling of heartfelt beans.

Harry admitted that he had been half in love with me for years. ‘Love at first chapter’ was how he later described it. His feelings for me were what had given him the final impetus he needed to transition, against tremendous social and family resistance, after a lifetime of gender dysphoria. But he knew I was married, he assumed happily, so just to meet me was enough – when I couldn’t manage London, it was he who had persuaded his friends to travel further.

For myself, I had been deeply unhappy in my marriage for over a decade. But I was raised that divorce is not an option when there are children involved, and I had two boys. I’d long planned to leave once my youngest reached 18, but that was still seven years away… Harry said he would wait.

As it happened, things didn’t work out that way. Once feelings had been acknowledged, what had been a dreaded obligation for the last ten years became completely intolerable. I could no longer sleep with my husband.

Subsequent months were difficult, and messy. But at the end of them, I was free. Free to follow my heart, which had no doubt of its home.  

Our first year as a proper ‘couple’, Harry and I were seldom physically together, living many hundreds of miles apart. But Skype was our friend and we were in each other’s company virtually all of the time. We woke, showered, cooked and ate together; we brushed our teeth at the same time and more often than not fell asleep with the Skype call still going.

Then, a little over a year ago, his ongoing health issues were diagnosed as cancer, and we cut through remaining obstacles with a determination based on the need to squeeze the maximum amount of ‘right’ into a lifetime of ‘wrong’.

Since early last December, we were rarely apart for more than an occasional hour or two. We got married, we had adventures, we made the most of every moment of ‘perfect’ that we had found with each other.

Two weeks ago, I buried him in his favourite fandom tee, under the shirt he’d been wearing the night we met.

My heart is breaking as I write this. He loved me so completely, I breathed it in every time he exhaled. The air seems too thin now, as if it can barely sustain me.

But I cannot feel sorry for myself. Or regret a single one of the choices he led me to make. He often said that I was his angel; especially as I took over more and more of his personal care. But he saved me.

I had given up on love. I wrote about it, but it was a fictional thing to me.

Soulmates.

Pfffft.

But I found mine.

I found mine.

Thank you, Sherlock.

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The King walked in any weather…(Saint-Simon ), 1898, Alexandre Benois

Medium: watercolor,paper

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glad coffee e is cool. And so am i

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why the fuck does kimberly get less coffee

get rid of jeffrey and keep his mug

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BBC Sherlock is the best adaption of Sherlock Holmes because it succeeded in making me despise the character of Sherlock Holmes for the rest of my life (and eternity) and made me never want to touch the stories ever again and that’s what Arthur Conan Doyle would have truly wanted.

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I am not exactly a meme person but that horse drawing thing quite accurately represents BBC Sherlock

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how many eye contact until date

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Set of holographic stickers dedicated to The Holy Trinity.