— The Adventure Of The Blanched Soldier
/CRY
Hey There John Watson
Post-Reichenbach. Angst. Lots of it. (Sherlock’s POV)
Lyrics:
Hey there, John Watson, what’s it like back home in London
I’m five thousand miles away, but, John, tonight I’m coming undone
And it’s true
Though barely living in refuge
It’s all I can do
Hey there, John Watson, don’t you worry about the distance
Call my phone and give my answering machine another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it’ll suffice
I’m by your side
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there, John Watson, I know times are getting hard
But please believe in me, some day I’ll pay a visit at your door
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we thought we would
I know we could
Hey there, John Watson, I’ve got so much left to say
And I wish more than anything that I could take this pain away
I’d risk it all
To know Moran one day would fall
And we’d have it all
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Five thousand miles seems pretty far
But once our safety is assured
I’ll walk to you if I have no other way
The Yarders once made fun of us
But we just laughed along because
We knew not one of them had felt this way
John, my friend, I promise you
That if I ever make it
221B will never be same
Am I to blame?
Hey there, John Watson, you be good, and don’t you mind me
Give me time and I’ll be home again
And we’ll be touring crime scenes
Like we do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
Few years, we’ll be like we used to
Hey there, John Watson, here’s to you
I’ll make it up to you
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me, oh
Me and Mr. Holmes
Parody of “Me and Mr. Jones” by Amy Winehouse. John’s POV. Johnny-boy’s a bit jealous of Miss Adler, oh my.
Lyrics:
Nobody stands
inbetween me and my man
It’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss your loneliness (loneliness)
You thought no one could love you when I did (when I did)
Can’t believe you played it out like that
Guess I ain’t worth stressin’
Not to that American girl you kissed (girl you kissed)
You can’t keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can’t believe you lost to that Adler bitch
You forgot me, like at Brixton
But nobody stands inbetween me and my man
‘Cause it’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)
What kind of flatmates are we?
Nowadays you won’t do shit for me (shit for me)
I might let you make it all up to me (make it up)
How’s dinner Saturday?
What kind of sociopath are you?
Hypnotizing with your jet-black do (jet-black do)
But I could swear I’d no chance with you
I still want to do bad things to you
You’re my destiny
At 221B
Nobody stands inbetween me and my man
‘Cause it’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)
In which John has some interesting dreams about a certain consulting detective and Sherlock notices.
(Source: impcoat)
The most profound and emotional conversation I’ve ever had on Tumblr. And it was roleplay.
STRANGER LET ME FIND YOOOUUU
I mean
how
how
Brilliant. Brilliant brilliant fucking brilliant. I feel like this could be the start of a magnificent romantic build between Sherlock and John, but that’s just little old shipper me. We’ve explored Sherlock’s heart, now let’s give him someone for it, hm?
