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I’ve been doing some thinking, and I just realized just how much this scene said about Sherlock’s past. It always used to confuse me, but now it makes perfect sense. Because there are so many ways that Sherlock could blow off the press, and he has explicitly stated earlier in the show that he was completely indifferent to the press. He could have just said ‘no, because you’re an idiot’ or ignored her and flounced off without a word, but he didn’t. He stepped in close, looked her right in the eye and said “You. Repel. Me.” There is blatant disgust and hatred being shown here, and I used to be baffled by it; he doesn’t even know her, where did this come from? But I’ve figured out why. It’s all in the scene.
First, she tried to trick him. That alone is an insult to his genius. But it’s how she tricked him. She could have dressed up as anything, but what did she pick? A fan. She pretended to be a fan. She pretended to be someone who liked him, who adored him. When really she saw him as her meal ticket. She wanted to use him to further her career, and she was ready to pretend to like him to do it.
After he sniffed her out, what did she do then? She still tried to feed him affection. “You’re going to need someone on your side” (aka. You’re going to need a friend to help you out.) When she knew that she had absolutely no pull. She never expected to hold up her end of the bargain.
How many people do you think have done this over the years? We know Sebastian Wilkes did. In his email, it was all “Hey buddy, how are you?”, but when Sherlock showed up, he told John about how much he hated him at Uni. About how they all hated him. And Sherlock flinched and looked away, but he didn’t look surprised. He knew. Add to the fact that Sherlock calls him ‘Seb” instead of ‘Sebastian’ or “Wilkes’. He still tried to be his friend. Still tried to cling to that.
And how many times did he let them? How many times did he think ‘I’m not someone who can be loved, so this is the closest I’ll ever get.’ But then John came along, and he realized that he could have friends. That he was someone who could be loved. And so when Kitty Riley came up to him and tried to pull the same shit that everyone else had tried to pull on him, and he got to say what he had bottled up for how many years. He got to say ‘No. Fuck you, I don’t need your scraps of affection, because I have John and Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson.’
He got to walk right up to her, look her in the eye and say to her and to Sebastian Wilkes and to everyone else who had ever done that to him “You. Repel. Me.”
- sherlock and john KISSING
- FOR THE FIRST TIME
- john giving tender soft kisses at first
- as to not spook sherlock, to ease him in gently
- but then sherlock just LICKS JOHN’S LIPS AND
- JOHN GASPS IN SURPRISE AND SHERLOCK TAKES ADVANTAGE OF JOHNS OPEN MOUTH
- AND LICKS HIS WAY INSIDE, NO SHAME
- AND JOHN IS SO SHOCKED HE GROANS AND THEN
- SO DOES SHERLOCK AND ITS SO DEEP IT VIBRATES AND
- (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง
2013 05 14 - ’ Sherlock ’ Season 03 by Robert Viglasky
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My early work, pt. 2
Imagine a guy trying to pick Sherlock up in the gay bar, and John turning all possessive and jealous
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Fiddling with the pineapple rind on the corner of his glass, Sherlock tried to calm himself by deducing the men in the bar. There was a blond with a red sweatshirt chatting up a husky guy with a strong brow at the counter, two college boys dancing in the center of the throng of men, and a very stiff looking doctor sitting beside him.
John hadn’t said much since they’d arrived and, albeit, Sherlock was grateful for that. John had been the one to suggest they come here on their trip around to bars for John’s stag night, and Sherlock found it highly embarrassing if not ridiculous that he’d agreed.
The lighting was a pulsing purple, red, and green, and the music was loud. The drinks were mediocre. He’d had a few drinks, as had John, both here and at the previous bar. He felt warm and anxious, but John was impassive and seemed to lack the effects. Of course, John always carried his liquor better than Sherlock did.
Cursing his luck and the knowledge that one of them would have to speak eventually, a dark haired man with strangely small eyes slid next to Sherlock, half-empty beer in hand. Sherlock deduced him quickly, noting his intentions outright. He didn’t speak to the man, he only dragged his eyes away coldly and glanced down at his drink.
"You’re a right bloke," the man said, slurring his words a bit. His breath was foul and he leaned in too close. Sherlock swallowed away the uncomfortable feeling and noticed that John had shifted in his spot.
"Thank you, but I’m not looking for anything tonight. I’m here with my… friend." Sherlock glanced at John quickly, who was obviously ignoring the man. His knuckles were almost white as he gripped the glass, however.
"Really beautiful eyes. And cheekbones that could cut glass." The man leaned in closer and Sherlock swore he felt John press himself closer as well.
"Again, thank you for your sentiment. But I’m really not…"
The man interrupted him and reached for Sherlock’s hands with his free one. He ignored the detective’s flinch, his sweaty palms clammy and disgusting on Sherlock’s skin. “You wouldn’t be here if you aint lookin’,” he mumbled.
Sherlock was about to retort when he heard John mutter something resembling “Piss off.”
"Whawassat?" The man said, directing his attention to the soon-to-be-groom.
"He said he’s not interested." Sherlock sneaked a peek at John, who was digging his nails into the wood of the bar and refraining from looking into the man’s eyes. Once the other man laughed, however, John’s usually curious navy gaze turned sharp and cold and he wouldn’t relinquish it. Sherlock swore his face was flushing, but that most likely was a trick of the light.
"You must be the ‘friend?’"
"Yes, I must be." Something in John’s voice was harsher than what Sherlock had anticipated, and John grinned that certain grin that made him look murderous and terrifying. It made it seem as though he’d jump him if the man didn’t retreat now. Sherlock didn’t know if John would want to fight the man, and if he did, if the urge had come from the alcohol or the anticipation of the wedding.
Luckily, sweaty palms left Sherlock’s hands and the man disappeared silently. John seemed to successfully scare him off. He resumed his calm composure once the other man was back on the dance floor and he sipped his drink, which was now warm due to his heated skin and tight grip around it.
Sherlock’s face prickled and he noted that the alcohol was catching up to him, since he couldn’t find any words. He disregarded it as the atmosphere of the bar hitting him, and he tightened his lips so as not to smile.
John was smug. He muttered something into his glass but Sherlock didn’t catch it.
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curiaso asked: AU where Sherlock and John meet at a kennel because they both need a pet (because they are lonely) and neither gets one because they won't be lonely.... because they are moving in together and yea.
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- Open up your gif folder
- Use every third gif as your response to the below prompts
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You hear the TARDIS materialising:
You meet The Doctor:
He asks you to come along on his travels:
The first thing you see on your adventure is:
Your approach as a companion is:
You meet Captain Jack Harkness:
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You run into an evil villain:
When you’re captured by the evil villain:
The Doctor finds you:
You defeat the evil villain:
You return to the TARDIS:
You return to Earth:
Your response when The Doctor asks you to continue travelling with him: