#a story in three acts

sk8r boi john hamish watson i know that’s right‼️‼️

John Hamish Watson at any given moment:

going stir crazy with writer's block and really wanting to do something about my granada holmes fever, so i present to you granada's empty house edited very, very stupidly

(heads up, loud noises in some places, rip to my audio editing skills)

I found this pic on Pinterest and I’m not sure if it’s edited or an actual screenshot from an episode but it just looks like a bad gay porno from the 80’s where Holmes is about to lose his ability to sit down for at least a week.

Talking to my friends is always a delight and more than once leads to lovely art ideas. Today: more Holmes and Watson content.

The pointy ears are a stylistic choice I just like drawing pointy ears

[ID: a digital drawing of Holmes and Watson. They're both laying in the same bed, Holmes is grinning and has his eyes closed and is pulling up the blanket to his chest. Watson is laying next to him, reading a book. On the floor are a few loose papers laying around. /End ID]

From The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes dir. Billy Wilder, 1970

This scene absolutely kills me. The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes broke barriers depicting Holmes as gay. Here, Mycroft is referring to Holmes' and Watsons' female client, implying that Holmes and the lady were ~involved~. As soon as Mycroft says that, Holmes' (portrayed by the lovely Robert Stephens) entire everything changes. It's hard for me to describe in words what Holmes is thinking/feeling at that moment, but every time I watch this scene, my heart breaks.

His face slipping from amused to suspicious to askance to landing on unsettled. His head freezes and looks out with staring, un-blinking eyes. The way he carefully unfurls himself, walking slowly forward with a controlled reserve. Unintentional I am sure, but the lighting in this scene casts a shadow directly over Holmes' right eye making it look bruised. An almost physical representation of how Mycroft has wounded him.

The movie is unclear (or maybe, I just wasn't paying enough attention) on whether Mycroft knows that Holmes is gay. If he does know, it lends an amount of cruelty to this scene.

someone in the s&co patreon discord told me to draw this so uh. who am i to say no (it wasnt a request it was a command). john podcast watson you are down so so bad

Everyone saying after the Reichenbach falls that Watson will go on a break, but what if he starts to document his grief and mourning?

And for today's letter from Watson we have.

- Holmes and our dear Doc deciding that there's not time to pick the Lock and just KNOCK DOWN THE DOOR

(let's assume that Watson used the good shoulder, he's not that reckless)

DIFFERENTLY from a certain Mr Sherlock Holmes who's always keen on inventing parkour a century early and/or just showing us that he's, deep down, just a cat in human form

I can literally HEAR Watson sigh for a moment as Holmes just climbs on the roof.

but first, watson, we smoke.

no, we don’t.

yes, we do.

we don’t.

we must.

john, every time he records an intro or outro for the episode, but he says something delightfully stupid and lovingly awkward, and the recording just stops on the spot while cutting in half him cursing himself:

huh well that line's different than usual

Moftiss think the perfect, most intriguing, most compelling, most fascinating version of Sherlock Holmes is one where he is clearly, utterly, undeniably, unequivocally in romantic love with Dr. Watson, and Dr. Watson does not love him back.

Sherlock after faking his death for 3 goddamn years is like:

Sherlock: My dear Watson, so glad to see you, my boy. Of course you're going to live with me in Baker' Street again. And sell that clinic of yours, I even have a buyer in my family interested due to my sheer pressure. Ah, you don't have to be a doctor, you know you'd rather be my biographer, but of course before writing one of our cases you'll ask for my permission. Oh and leave your checks in my locker if you need it just ask me for the key. Oh, it's 1895, bad time to be in London, let's spend a few days staying in that university town of ours far from here. Oh, pack your bags Watson, we're going to Norway too!! Now (...).

Watson: Okay, Holmes. Everything you want.

Book - The Return Of Sherlock Holmes

I told you all I can draw, I excel at everything I do. John allowed me to post a drawing after all, he doesn't know which one exactly and he doesn't answer anymore because he is at work, so let's see if I get into trouble after he sees what exactly I posted.

Before anyone wonders why the hell I have done this, it was for a challenge due to this post where someone threatened to draw me and John in shorts with the inscription "psychoanalyse me", and if I drew it first they would not post it. So looks like I won. I am more of a traditional artist, none of this artifical computer art. And this is John, obviously.