And there’s Sherlock, in the loneliest place on Earth - in the middle of a dance floor, no partner, all the couples swirling around him.
--The Sign of Three Final Shooting Script
Robbing a bank. robbing a whole bank. Beat that for a date ;)
with the cunty little leg kick
The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It’s all been done before, and will be again.
The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier: ‘The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.’
John looks over at Sherlock, his expression bleak. Then the cab drives off. Sherlock’s left on the pavement. Alone. This wasn’t how it was meant to go.
--The Empty Hearse Final Shooting Script
I don't know how I'm meant to be writing this. I'm not a writer. Ella thought keeping a blog would help but it hasn't because nothing ever happens to me. But today, something did. Something happened.
Holmes and Watson are two men who have a pathological need to be in everyone else’s business at all time. Very sweet that they found each other.
# mood
yeah.
I’m just going to leave this here