Hello there! I'm Amanda. I'm 16 and an INTJ/INTP. I am a singer, a pianist, a cat lover, and a fangirl. This blog is mostly Sherlock, Hannibal, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and In the Flesh, but I may post things from almost any other fandom you can think of as well as social justice and humor. My blog is very diverse. Feel free to ask me anything!
Since I realised how kind Sherlock is to Sarah when he unties her at the end of TBB, I’ve become obsessed with the idea that Sherlock is actually very often being very sensitive to others. Yet, we and John are prevented from seeing this because Sherlock can be…
Apparently now that I’m not in school anymore I’m all about giant long-form comics.
Identity is a really important topic to me, and the trope of ‘finding yourself’ is almost as problematic and insulting to me as the trope of ‘coming out’.
I want to destroy the idea that some identities are less valid than others, the condescension that comes with ‘they’re just figuring themselves out’, and the insulting dismissal of identity exploration and performance in youth as being somehow not ‘real’, or as ‘attention seeking’. Fuck all of that.
And beyond the fact that ’inconsistent’ identities are really challenging socially, they ALSO carry these real, actual life and liberty risks; we’re expected to use the same name, orientations, values, languages, and identities across all aspects of our lives, we are expected to have normative identities that can be quantified and qualified and trust me, TRUST ME when a person is perceived as having inconsistent or unusual identities they are being flagged in all sorts of systems for extra scrutiny and action. I know this from experience.
So, yeah, this ‘one true identity’, this ‘finding yourself’, this ‘who is the real you’ stuff is bullshit. We are so, so much more interesting than that, and we deserve better.
This is very important to me as someone whose identity has changed a lot over the years - and I don’t just mean gender or sexuality, I mean everything. I am a totally different person than I used to be, and the world can’t really handle that. I’m not interested in my “profession” the way I used to be, and want to do something else. My hobbies has changed, dress sense, opinions on things like piercings, smoking, alcohol. Everything changes. Get over it.
Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK!
I’m sobbing even today from that scene
There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today.
He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA
Reblogging again because: YES. THIS.
(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)
It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.
God, he’s gut-wrenching.
these two can never, ever be apart. Never
There are so many wonderful things about this scene, but one of my favourites is the demonstration of how physically affectionate John is when his guard is down.
john is an expressive and wholehearted hugger. There really can be no question about the depth of his affection when he pulls Sherlock into a hug like that, eyes squeezed shut, clinging onto him he’ll never let him go. It’s like he’s wrapping his whole body around Sherlock and surrounding him in undeniable affection. It’s a beautiful thing.
And we don’t even really get to see the whole hug, because he’s clearly not in favour of letting go when he does. He wasn’t finished with that hug in any way whatsoever. Even once Sherlock gets going with his speech again, John still has a hand on his neck. Everything in John still wants to be clinging to Sherlock. He’s still got more to (physically) say.
John is, it seems, far more comfortable speaking with his body than he is with his words. But this conversation is interrupted by Sherlock’s speech, the one John asked him to give, much like their relationship is interrupted by Sherlock’s choice to deceive John and leave at the end of The Reichenbach Fall. Whenever they reach a point of loving one another simply and completely, the plot drags them apart too soon, before that conversation, physical or otherwise, is complete. This series is affection interruptus at its finest.
I love the idea of John as physically demonstrative when he feels he’s allowed to be. Look how happy he is to hug Sherlock! LET ME LOVE YOU, that’s what his body language says. COME HERE AND LET ME LOVE YOU. NO. SHUT UP. LET ME LOVE YOU. I’M NOT DONE YET.
And thus I deduce that John is a cuddler, and a really, really good one. Since Sherlock is in desperate need of a good cuddle, this could work out very well.