seeing-fire:

dragonsbain:

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afrogeekgoddess:

sherlockspeare:

John Watson. Crack shot even in the situation like this. Brave. Loyal.
I want him.

I love how John is literally the physical center of this scene, the anchor around which all the other characters revolve. Lestrade’s stepping close to draw his pistol, Henry’s flinching away, Sherlock’s moving back, Franklin’s making a break for it…and in the middle of this chaos, stock-steady and absolutely sure, is John Hamish Watson.

i might have talked about it before but i love love love the idea that john, in a huge melodramatic larger-than-life play of characters that wield their intellects like big fucking magical deus ex machina swords (see: sherlock, irene, moriarty, mycroft, magnussen, and on, and on), john watson is…ordinary. oh, sure, he’s smart, but his character arc is so definitely not finding out that he can Do It Without Sherlock after all. there are lots of soldiers and lots of doctors and just about the whole list above plus molly hooper finds sherlock’s shiny brain fascinating.

and yet because of that john is also not prone to the weaknesses of towering figures; he’s the grounding, utterly real element in this kind-of-a-farce where the woman he’s married to turns out to be an assassin and people come back from the dead on the daily and, no i’m never going to get over this, the bomb has an off switch like wtf. sherlock does things like flail and jump off of buildings, and john, in the meantime, shoots the hound. these dazzling cariactures of people play out their games and john is at the center, bait or friend or suicide bomber, but utterly immovable and utterly himself, because he is not like them. in a fairytale, the hound would pursue and the hero would run until he scrambles over a ravine and the hound trips and falls to its death or something. sherlock is a fairy-tale hero; sherlock doesn’t shoot a gun (until he does lol strange how love is the only real thing in this fantasy world). john comes from reality. john kills the monster.

and john can see, truly, without being caught up in the storm of his own actions, the lay and tenor of the winds; he knows what is truly remarkable, and writes it down, and steadies sherlock, the words and love steady him. john doesn’t have a magic sword, he has a sig sauer and a bad attitude. and he is amazing.

This is one of the best descriptions of John’s character, ever.

that is an incredible gif set. john is gorgeous.