Sorry this blog has been infused with Sherlock lately. It happens.
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Sorry this blog has been infused with Sherlock lately. It happens.
(Source: mostly10)
But much of that charm can be laid squarely at the door of Martin Freeman, and I’ll tell you why I imagine this is so: he is small, clever, charming, and wounded. But he is also large (in the eyes of Cumberbatch’s shocked and delighted Sherlock); dense (when it comes to being kidnapped); callous (his girlfriends don’t care for him); and unstoppable (if you think a limp and a shoulder wound and a war can stall this nuclear-powered freight train, think again). In every way, he is Everyman, and yet he’s no one we’ve ever seen before. He embodies his own contradictions while being completely at ease with them. He would prefer to be blown to pieces than imagine a world without Sherlock Holmes in it. And he doesn’t find that weird.
And neither do we. His John Watson will be talked about for years to come—one hopes because new episodes will be showering down upon us like so much spring rain. But if only for these six episodes, all hail Martin Freeman for recognizing what John Watson always was: an impossibility. And one hell of a good shot.
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We can’t jump from skyscrapers like River Song or point guns at CIA agents like Irene Adler, however much we admire them for it. But we can be thoughtful and we can be kind. We can choose a career we love and we can be a friend to someone who needs us. I can’t hope to be Irene or River, but I can be Molly. I would rather be Molly.
Molly Hooper is important because she’s not just my hero, but my sister’s as well, and the hero of a hundred other girls who look at her and think, that’s the woman I’d like to see in the mirror. Perhaps she’s even more important to the girls – quiet, kind, stumbling over their words and wishing they could be as cool as River Song – who already see her there.
The Real Woman: Why Molly Hooper is the One Who Counts, Miss Transmission (via nijimei)(via gayjamesbond)
See also: Don’t bad mouth John Watson’s best friend in front of him. Just don’t.
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Molly by ~koroa
AHHHH TOO MUCH TALENT
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OKAY WAIT NO I HAVE SOME INSISTENT LESTRADE FEELS, PLEASE HOLD FOR LESTRADE FEELS.
Okay, so, the #WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY gif, above, that’s from the scene in Baskerville when they’re all exposed to that fear drug that responds to stimulus and emotional state, right? And, look, that whole episode was kind of a clusterfuck wash for me other than the Rupert Graves bits, but that moment, right there, is when I truly and properly fell in love with Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Allow me to tell you why!
- Okay, first things first: when Greg shows up in Dartmoor, Sherlock comments about his tan and the fact that he’s just gotten back from holiday. In the shot where that’s going down, Greg takes off his sunglasses and we see his left hand, where there is a tanline where his wedding ring used to be.
- The LAST time we saw Greg, it was at Christmas, when Sherlock was telling him that his wife was cheating on him. The fact that I wrote Greg going on a (failed) save-my-marriage holiday with his wife in that Molly fic was not me inventing shit—that happened. Canonically. They were just subtle about it.
- It’s acknowledged that he is JUST back from this holiday. It is also acknowledged, through his behavior, that he’s maybe not in a great place—he’s tetchier than we typically see Lestrade (though one of the things I love about him, as a character, in general, is that he does get KIND OF BITCHY sometimes in a completely hilarious/justified way, like it’s clear that sometimes Sherlock goes past pissed-him-off and into hurt-his-feelings and it’s clear that that guy nearly being driven out of his mind REALLY UPSETS HIM and it’s adorable, ILU GREG).
- Also, he is a Detective Inspector in the city of London. Even aside from the craziness with Sherlock, we are talking about a man who has seen some SHIT go down. Who has seen some seriously fucking terrible things. The stuff nightmares are made of. The stuff nightmares wish they were made of, and all right in his own backyard.
- So, just to recap: at the time of the above gif, Greg Lestrade is just off the edge of discovering his marriage is over, in a strange city with none of his friends or family around save Sherlock “Your First Name Is Greg?” Holmes and John “Oh Hey Useful Scotland Yard Pal” Watson. He is upset and alone. He has, unquestionably, seen the worst of life. He is not nearly as aware of what is going on as either Sherlock or John, since, as is typical, they did not give him the full details.
- And when he is exposed to a mind altering fear drug, in that mental place (seriously, god only knows what he’s seeing, can you imagine?) he is visibly—VISIBLY, LOOK AT THE GIF—terrified out of his mind, but he stands his ground and keeps his gun trained on the threat. He protects, y’all.
- And THAT IS BRAVERY. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, it’s restraining yourself from turning tail and running when you want to more than anything. It’s being fucking scared shitless and doing it anyway.
- In summary: four for you, Greg Lestrade. You go, Greg Lestrade.
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I just found these three in a row in my folder. I’m so happy. They hate me for it.
I LOVE IT
I find this extremely adorable for some reason.
Unhappy Sherlock, John, and Mycroft…
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I don’t have friends. I’ve just got one
well, kill me softly while you’re at it.
#LESTRADE’S FACE APPRECIATION POST #SERIOUSLY SIR #YOUR FACE
i want to lestraddle him if you know what i mean
#i-want-to-drink-beer-with-you-and-then-release-ur-hound-if-u-know-what-im-sayin
lmao ilu
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