Married?!!!

There’s a lot of talk of John marrying Mary as a way to ‘prove’ his heterosexuality. He felt the need to appear ‘normal’, so he took on a normal life: wife, child, living in the suburbs. If we expand upon this a bit, I think his reaction to Mary when he finds out who she really is is telling. 

He’s not upset that she lied. He’s not upset she has a secret identity. He’s not upset that she shot Sherlock to cover up who she is. No, the thing that appears to upset him the most is that she ‘isn’t normal’. She doesn’t conform to idea of a ‘perfect’, ‘normal’ (aka, heterosexual) life. She isn’t the happy wife in the suburbs with a child, but a highly trained assassin. John chose Mary because he thought he could have a normal life with her. He chose someone who he thought was the exact opposite of Sherlock: wanting to settle down, not go on crazy, dangerous adventures.

But, even in his attempt to chose someone completely opposite to Sherlock, someone he can pretend to be straight with, he still ends up choosing someone who is similar to Sherlock in a lot of ways.

Sherlock: You’re going out tonight.

John: Yes, actually-

Sherlock: Your hair is combed, a subtle dab of gel, clearly used so that the wind won’t dishevel your hair. You’ve recently shaved, probably right before walking into the room, since there are clear signs of reddening around the lips, cheeks, and chin.

John: Sherlock-

Sherlock: You are nicely dressed, though thats saying something because you are always kept together, but this is different. You are wearing an expensive dress shirt, clearly just bought due to the fact you forgot to remove the tag. You’re also wearing a suit jacket, which you don’t wear often, you mostly wear jackets or coats. Your trousers are ironed, which means you went to a lot of trouble to look nice.

John: Yes, but-

Sherlock: *sniffing* You are wearing cologne, the one you only wear on a special occasion. Its a date, then.

John: Yes, okay, fine. But-

Sherlock: Vague smell of mouth wash. Don’t want to have bad breath. Extra precautions. Wow, she must be special.

John: *completely exasperated* I made reservations.

Sherlock: Obviously.

John: For us.

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Sherlock: You mean?

John: Yes.

Sherlock: Oh.

Interviewer: Have you seen or talked to Benedict recently?

Martin: (reaction in gif and thinking): And not just with clothes on….

Me: I'm fine.

Me, internally: Mycroft Holmes is the most precious person and nobody appreciates him. Sure, he has this stupid power complex, but he goes through every shit to protect his brother. He abuses government means to the extremest to keep an eye on him, risking his job to do so although it is the only thing he has, the only thing that distracts his mind and gives him purpose. He worries and is mocked about his weight when he is fucking gorgeous. He makes Sherlock forget about Victor Trevor's death and Eurus to enable him a normal, stable life - making that decision on his own at a very young age, because apparently he thought it was the very best for him. He helps Sherlock through his drug addiction, lets him write lists to ensure his highs will never end six feet under. He checks on his brother's new flatmate to make sure he does not threaten his newly-gained and fragile stability, helps Sherlock to fake his death, gets him out of Russian imprisonment by doing legwork that he is obviously not at all used to, risking his job and even his life, this time, gets him a pardon so Sherlock won't go mad in prison, assures him his support when Sherlock is a cynical bitch, accuses Lady Smallwood of being a spy because his brother believes so, and insults Sherlock and John to get his brother to kill him because he knows Sherlock needs John, despite the fact that he has just freaked out and vomitted because a man has been shot with a gun. He manages to play his act cooly to make it easier for his brother and STILL after all he's done for Sherlock, his brother chooses to shoot him, proving that here is nobody who loves him the most, that even the only person he cares about would choose somebody else over him. And then Mummy holmes says Sherlock has always been the grown up, like, fuck you, you don't know a shit about your own family. It bloody /hurts/, just give this wonderful, caring man some love like I don't even care who it is he deserves it so fucking much

love of my life

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