Since Watson Is Canonically An Unreliable Narrator, Anything Could Have Plausibly Happened Behind The

Since Watson is canonically an unreliable narrator, anything could have plausibly happened behind the closed doors of 221B. He doesn't tell us readers everything. Any sort of twist could have happened during a case that he couldn't write for the public... Like all those times he kissed Sherlock Holmes.

THIS!! YES!! Bloody hell, I thought I was the only one internally screaming this from the rooftops.

Seeing fanart of a character being drawn as skinny when they're not supposed to be SKINNY is the most enraging thing ever, especially when said character was only skinny because of a bad period of their life and yes I am talking about my guy Watson who did not suffer during the war and come back to be REHABILLITATED and become HEALTHY by gaining weight he SHOULD NOT have lost just to be drawn looking extra skinny when, in fact, beefcake Watson is the best and healthiest and happiest version of Watson. Holmes and Mrs Hudson would have been going out of their way to make sure that this poor traumatised doctor was being fed, please don't dismiss their good work.

Happy Birthday to one of my biggest comfort characters :)

Happy birthday to our favourite Boswell, Dr. John Watson, who was born on the 7th of August, 1852! 🎉 He would now be 172.

"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes, as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker-street, "life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind could invent. (...)"

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

It's getting to be that time where I have to write another Sherlock Holmes story...

So, I've been a bit of a historical kick again in doing research for a Johnlock fanfic I'm considering writing...And I now can't stop thinking of Watson secretly working as a Resurrectionist. Honestly, I'm just imagining he and Holmes meeting in a graveyard by accident one night because Holmes is investigating a case and Watson is illegally digging up a corpse, and it's the most adorably awkward thing.