Stone Romancer, John Watson: Some thoughts on John’s Sexuality
It seems to me that a man who, upon sensing that someone is making an assumption that his (male) flatmate is his boyfriend, would utter the phrase “I’m not gay!” is unlikely to comfortably and happily identify as bisexual.
Chains rattled and scraped against the stone wall of the cell as the thin figure shifted into a more comfortable position. It was difficult – his arms were stretched above him, trapped in manacles that covered his hands. There was no straw or cushion to sit on, only rough stone floor and rubble. Tiny shafts of light pierced the wall where the stone wasn’t fully sealed, but it offered him no comfort.
have you ever had a friend who you love to death but at the same time you fucking hate them and every once in a while you get an extremely strong urge to beat the shit out of them
So accurate it hurts
Random thought for silly lightheartedness. Imagine after the whole plane scene at the end of the season, John and Sherlock are hanging out at Bakers Street & Sherlock is rearranging thing (say because his mind palace was rearranged too) & he finds his harpoon & starts whisking it about the air & John is all irritated & he shouts, “Stop shaking that spear /William/” & then stops & starts to giggle about William Shakespeare & Sherlock is just oblivious & is like STOP LAUGHING WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?
