Here we have people spilling their tea, making phone calls and dropping their coffee mugs. And there is Lestrade…
Oh my god.
Yep I see no flaw here
I don’t see how there is any other way it could have happened…
My heart broke when they reached for each other. John will never love someone as much as he loves Sherlock; even when Sherlock dies no one can compete with him. And Sherlock’s never quite loved somebody like he loves John.
I don’t care if you see it as romantic or not, but their love is undeniable and undefinable. It’s timeless.
Over 3 and a half hours later and I’m still not over it.
This was just so beautifully shot, so well-acted. Stunning all around. This relationship—this dynamic that’s been around for decades and decades, in literature and film and all sorts of adaptations—is dealt with so amazingly on Sherlock, better than I’ve probably ever seen.
Here we have Sherlock, a man who claims not to connect to anything but his work on a personal level, and John who hadn’t been able to really connect with anything until he met Sherlock. And here they are reaching out for each other in the end. These two do complete each other, let’s face it. However you look at it, that fact remains.