Shout Out To John Hamish Watson!!!!!!! (he Would Give Me The Rudest And Most Insulting Description In

Shout out to John Hamish Watson!!!!!!! (he would give me the rudest and most insulting description in his published accounts if we ever actually met)

In The Man with the Twisted Lip, Holmes brings Watson to the St. Claire's home to spend the night. This wasn't planned, they meet in he opium den by chance and Watson joins Holmes in his adventure impromptu.

When they go to sleep, Watson is wearing a night shirt under his over coat, while Holmes is wearing his casual robe over his normal day clothes (ok cause he didn't actually sleep that night).

The only one who knew he was spending the night someplace else was Holmes, he's the only one who could have prepared.

Holmes let Watson wear his night shirt to bed <3

Sherlock laying on John because he's a cat humanized

Victorian slang should make a comeback. And btw, I got the morbs if you even care.

They say that people usually take on a little niche interest, or subtle personality trait, or similar quirks to their comfort characters that they grew up reading/watching.... Well, thank you, John Hamish Watson for giving me a life-long obsession with knitted jumpers, and a stubborn tendency to "hunt and peck" when I write!

I would carry this around in my messenger bag as religiously as one might do with one of those odd "pocket bibles".

Got my Self another miniature book. This time: „the hound of the baskervilles“