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This is just too perfect. :)
Also.
Heather & I discovered that this cannot be denied.
John’s compassion.
Sherlock’s brains.
For fellow Granada Holmes fans:
I have 0 free time lately so I totally neglected work for several hours to draw this I have no idea how I managed to draw this today for a meme taking place over on Twitter.
Sherlock Holmes living up to his bloodhound nature.
Bonus: Lestrade knows it’s best not to question Holmes’ methods at this point, but this is preposterous.
There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside (c)
They are walking 🚶♂️🚶♂️
Они гуляют 🚶♂️🚶♂️
Guys, I created this. I made a Soviet Sherlock Holmes bot in c.ai! Let me know how it works!
https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=l2ren1xxpPzIE_MbxHOacWJFpQgdjG7XNF4kAZcmlqU
Больше Холмса, ещё больше!!! Слишком люблю их🤧❤️
More Holmes, even more!!! I love them too much 🤧❤️
I have this vision of Holmes getting sick or injured while out investigating, idk, anything that puts him into a vulnerable position really. But he will politely but very sternly prohibit anyone from fussing, or helping or touching him, insisting they GET WATSON, and that's his last word on it. And when Watson finally arrives, Holmes all but melts into his care, and Lestrade realises a) oh Mr Holmes was really not feeling great and b) those two have something really special going on
something about the way watson is immediately intrigued by holmes's character ("the proper study of man is mankind,") immediately begins studying the man like an anthropologist, has a natural inclination to help people, and continues to write and think about Who Holmes Is in addition to chronicling his actual work makes me think that, if the field had existed, he'd have been a psychologist.
something about being a doctor and then transitioning into the exact type of writer he becomes, his concern for holmes, his preoccupation with the unknown/darker aspects of human nature/taboo subjects not often addressed, his innate compassion... lad was writing letters to Freud fr (don't do it watson)
“loosing someone to death and romance are equal tragedies”
Thank you. I will just go cry my eyes out now.
Do you ever think of Holmes alone at Baker Street after Watson's marriage and. And. And Watson's things are gone. Watson is gone, and there is just this aching gap around Holmes in the flat. The dust has not yet covered the space on the shelf where Watson's books used to be. Half of Holmes's home is gone, and he cannot even run his finger along the edge of the pain because there will only be one plate on the breakfast table tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow), but you can't cut yourself on empty space.