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reichen-brook:

This scene is so heartbreaking in so many ways. Because John, no matter for how long he’s known Sherlock, is supposed to be the only one who know who the detective really is while Lestrade who has been working with him for several years now, who said Sherlock was a great man but not a good man (yet at least), thinks Sherlock may have kept secret the identity of the killer (Mary) to protect someone. At first, you almost have the feeling he doesn’t really believe in his theory, his proposition is merely an investigation process : ask the good question, eliminate the options… he acts like the DI he is. But then you see John who genuily doesn’t think Sherlock would bother protect anything but himself, that he doesn’t are, and Lestrade looks uttlerly confused : John Watson, the only man Sherlock acts almost human with, his best friend, believes the detective cares for nothing and no one but himself.

Now remember that Lestrade was aware Sherlock was alive, he knows why Sherlock faked his death, that it was to protect his friends from Moriarty’s machination, and more especially John. Lestrade knows Sherlock has a heart and that he does care about people. A few people yes, but he cares anyways.

Meanwhile, John is convinced that Sherlock wouldn’t bother protecting anyone, not even his best best friend. He loves Sherlock, he told him several times, but he’s also so sure that the detective is above any feelings that he thinks he wouldn’t do anything for someone else than himself. 

Because what John doesn’t know is that Sherlock has done so many things to keep John safe and make sure he was happy : he hid that taliban saber under his armchair to avoid any questions and furthre worries of the doctor after being attacked in his flat and said nothing when John sighed as he saw the scratch on the table, thinking Sherlock did while cutting something, accepted to play the role of a fake genius in order to make John dislike him and not mourn his death, he jumped off a roof for him, kept being dead for two years in order to destroy Moriarty’s network (don’t tell me Shrelock did this only to make the world a better place to live in, he did to keep John safe from any threat), has been tortured while doing it, he made John’s bachelor party to make sure it would be the best, he watched his best friend getting married, accepting that things will never be the same anymore between the two of them, he came back on doing drugs to preserve himself to thing about John and bother him in his new life (Sherlock’s a good actor, if he really did that only for the Magnussen case, he would’ve faked his addiction) and he got bloody shot by John’s wife right in the chest, and yet said nothing about it to keep the doctor away from being heartbroken about his wife shooting his best friend. Later on, as John got to know about this fact, he kept saying Mary did it to save his life.

And he never said any of this John. Ever. John has no idea all the things his friend did for him, while we know them, and Lestrade and Molly know a bit about it. Sherlock always thinks about John before himself (well, almost always) but John has no clue, until that moment where he sits in his armchair.

Indeed, his armchair had been removed sooner by Sherlock who couldn’t stand seeing it empty (and once again, John misunderstood it, thinking the dective didn’t miss him). So when he mechanically sat in, he stops for a moment, realising it wasn’t there before and it was probably a Sherlock’s message adressed to him.

But more than that, a part of John finally gets that Sherlock cares about him, because he kept secret (until that moment) Mary’s secret.

And this is why this scene is heartbreaking.

Dean + being sick of the bullshit

j0ye:

I took this picture of Oli and myself today at the pool. After we got done swimming, we were walking home and had to pass by a group of cheerleaders that were practicing on my uni’s campus. One of the cheerleaders looked at Oliver and said, “She’s so cute!” With a smile on my face, I ruffled Oli’s hair and said, “HE.” as we continued walking past her. Immediately the girl winced, turned to her friend, and said, “Oh my god, she’s turning him gay..”
I am not turning my son gay by allowing him to express himself by wearing a floral dress. I’m so sick of people making comments that I’m altering my son’s sexual orientation or his gender identity because he’s wearing a dress. IT’S A DRESS. IT IS LITERALLY CLOTHING. If he is gay, that’s cool, I’ll accept him no matter what, and if he decides at any point he’s anything but a boy, I’ll still accept him (er, them/her). But allowing him to pick out his own clothes and taking him clothes shopping with me so he can pick out what he likes is not going to have ANY affect on his orientation/identity. The only concern I have about him wearing a dress is when he pulls it up to show me how big his tummy is in public, because I don’t want him showing a bunch of strangers his underwear.
If he was a little girl wearing a pair of shorts or a t-shirt with a dump truck on it, no one would say anything, because dressing as a boy is different. People see wearing a dress as a negative thing when you’re a boy, they say he’ll turn gay and that I’m a bad mom and I’m trying to turn him into a girl. But the bottom line is that him wearing a dress has nothing to do with being a boy or his orientation. If he’s gay, he’s gay. He’s too young to slap a sexuality on him at 3 and a half, and that’s not something I’m particularly worried about, because at this age he treats everybody the same and doesn’t have comprehension of what sexual/romantic attraction is. Wearing a dress has nothing to do with that.
He is a boy. He plays with dump trucks, rolls around in dirt, growls at everyone, and pretends to fart for fun. He also paints his nails, is obsessed with Sailor Moon, refers to himself as Princess Oliver, and yes, wears dresses. He is a boy.

j0ye:

I took this picture of Oli and myself today at the pool. After we got done swimming, we were walking home and had to pass by a group of cheerleaders that were practicing on my uni’s campus. One of the cheerleaders looked at Oliver and said, “She’s so cute!” With a smile on my face, I ruffled Oli’s hair and said, “HE.” as we continued walking past her. Immediately the girl winced, turned to her friend, and said, “Oh my god, she’s turning him gay..”

I am not turning my son gay by allowing him to express himself by wearing a floral dress. I’m so sick of people making comments that I’m altering my son’s sexual orientation or his gender identity because he’s wearing a dress. IT’S A DRESS. IT IS LITERALLY CLOTHING. If he is gay, that’s cool, I’ll accept him no matter what, and if he decides at any point he’s anything but a boy, I’ll still accept him (er, them/her). But allowing him to pick out his own clothes and taking him clothes shopping with me so he can pick out what he likes is not going to have ANY affect on his orientation/identity. The only concern I have about him wearing a dress is when he pulls it up to show me how big his tummy is in public, because I don’t want him showing a bunch of strangers his underwear.

If he was a little girl wearing a pair of shorts or a t-shirt with a dump truck on it, no one would say anything, because dressing as a boy is different. People see wearing a dress as a negative thing when you’re a boy, they say he’ll turn gay and that I’m a bad mom and I’m trying to turn him into a girl. But the bottom line is that him wearing a dress has nothing to do with being a boy or his orientation. If he’s gay, he’s gay. He’s too young to slap a sexuality on him at 3 and a half, and that’s not something I’m particularly worried about, because at this age he treats everybody the same and doesn’t have comprehension of what sexual/romantic attraction is. Wearing a dress has nothing to do with that.

He is a boy. He plays with dump trucks, rolls around in dirt, growls at everyone, and pretends to fart for fun. He also paints his nails, is obsessed with Sailor Moon, refers to himself as Princess Oliver, and yes, wears dresses. He is a boy.

yaraki-sama:

Spoilers… Spoilers everywhere

yaraki-sama:

Spoilers… Spoilers everywhere

iceepr1ncess:

literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone

eatpizzas:

me: just gettin some gum like

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everyone:

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bcmjs:

221c Baker Street

endverse-rising-demon:

thediaryofacynic:

holyfrackles:

#crowley’s life is hard yo

Is he doing a hand gun omg

It was a friggin’ spotlight, man!