THIS SCENE. THIS FUCKING SCENE.
When Sherlocks head is slowly turned and John says “Jeeeesus….”….I die inside.
My soul died the day I watched this episode.
Martin Freeman’s acting in this episode has completely and utterly convinced me that he is the best actor of this generation. When he grieves in this episode, I feel like his world has ended, like he has lost his purpose and his will to live, and never once does it feel forced. I’ve never seen such genuine emotion in any movie/tv show/whatever. When I can watch a program and never once remember that the character is not real or that there is an actor behind the character, that is the mark of a truly magnificent actor, of a genius.
John Watson was in my coffee shop.
He still types slow.
He texts Sherlock - even after the fall.
I can’t go on.
Haha, I don’t think he even cares about her enough for that. He treats her like an unwanted branch that is dangling in front of his face. Just carelessly barges through her without even acknowledging that she was there.
John Motherfucking Hamish Watson coming through.
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John opens his mouth much wider than he has to for a cherry tomato.
STICK SOMETHING ELSE IN JOHN’S MOUTH
John maintains eye-contact. If that’s not
an invitation for Sherlock to stick something else in his mouth flirting, then I don’t know what is!