An ordinary day of 221B Baker Street
I really love that they have breakfast together. I just do, I love that. I like the scene it suggests, and the many other scenes it’s clearly built upon. There’s a familiarity about it all; they’ve done this before. They do this all the time. They have a routine of sorts. This is their life. It’s good.
John gets up, takes a shower, gets dressed: Sherlock doesn’t bother. He just pulls on his dressing gown and sits down to eat.
Does John wake up first?
Everything suggests that he does; he’s the one who’s dressed. Not that that’s the most definitive evidence in the world. Sometimes, we know, Sherlock doesn’t appear to bother getting dressed all day. In canon, Watson notes Holmes’ typical late mornings. And John, on the other hand, has probably spent most of his adult life in the military; a life full of early mornings. That’s a tough habit to break. Can I make a presumption, then? (This is fiction, not science, after all. I don’t need water-tight evidence to form an opinion and run off on a tangent. Obviously.) That’s it, settled: John wakes up first. Most of the time, surely.
Does John wake Sherlock for breakfast? Or does he move as quietly as he can through the morning, putting the kettle on, picking up the paper, peering into the fridge, waiting to hear a familiar huff and grumble from Sherlock’s bedroom? Any moment now. Any moment. Look at John: he’s happy. He likes his breakfasts with Sherlock. So he waits for it: any moment now, Sherlock will wake up and join him. He doesn’t ask for company; he just gets it.
Does Sherlock wake up when John puts the kettle on? Does he wake up to the sound of John pulling plates down from a cupboard, or running water into the sink? Or is it when John’s in the shower that he wakes up, to the sound of water running, the sound of it hitting John’s skin, then drifts off into a half-sleep again until he hears the kettle boil?
In any case, Sherlock gets up. Eventually. Before his breakfast is cold. Just in time, probably.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He yawns. he doesn’t bother to do up his dressing gown. John probably says, “Good morning,” or something like it. A dig about the evening before, a complaint about an experiment, or too much noise in the night, or a question about a case. Do they pick up a conversation where they left off? Something half-finished from the evening before? Or new things, random things, the things you say in the morning. “I dreamed I was on boat.” I can’t imagine Sherlock would be that interested in hearing about dreams, or relating them. But you start conversations like that in the morning, just because. It’s the familiarity. “We were going in circles, and no one noticed.” Nothing that requires a comment. Just things you say.
And they have breakfast, drink coffee, read the paper. They probably chat about the headlines. It’s an ordinary day. Nothing remarkable. It’s moments before the next thing happens.
This is probably as happy as either of these men will ever be.
Ivy’s ramblings=the best ramblings.
That is the face of a man who has to do this all the time.
#lol @ the thought of john just sitting outside 221B just waiting to come back in #Everyone who walks by thinks his girlfriend has kicked him out of the apartment #theyre right
They’re right.
and sometimes when it’s all just too much:
The moment, perhaps, he begins to grasp the magnitude of the fact that John isn’t quite like the others.
#Is that Tumblr John? #Are you writing pornographic stories about us John? #Do you actually think I can bend that far back #John?
I watched this the first time and almost started laughing out loud. I mean just the way he says it. You can tell he’s trying to stay on topic about Sherlock trying to look “mysterious and cool” but then he gets distracted by his cheekbones and then it all sounds like John’s saying “STOP BEING ATTRACTIVE DAMMIT, JUST STOP IT.”
And then Sherlock looks confused, as if wondering “is John hitting on me right now? No, best not to say anything, this is the fifth time this month, he’ll just deny it like usual.”
this is the most accurate post i have ever seen in the entire existence of tumblr
OH MY GOSH
PERFECT!
the troll face in the last gif actually kills me every time
“The leather sofa.”
“What about it?”
“That’s the place where we’ll first have sex.”
“WHAT?!”
“Really, John. Did you think I hadn’t noticed the way your eyes devour me?”
“I’ve only known you for a week!”
“Immaterial. Our physical relationship is all but guaranteed. And I can tell you that sofa will definitely be the first place we have sex.”
“You’re insane! I can’t listen to this. I’m going to up to my room.”
“Strangely enough, that’s the second place…”
Could you stop captioning things like this because i will ACTUALLY DIE
