Graphs throughout your school career
Setting sex or the lack thereof aside for a moment, no one will ever convince me that this moment isn’t two people falling completely in love with one another. They both look so amazed, like they can’t quite believe what they’re seeing. Is this person real? How, after a whole lifetime of people who are not Sherlock and not John, can they suddenly exist?
And the way each one of them responds is just perfect. John laughs, genuinely, the tension completely gone from around his eyes and forehead for the first time since he came back to London.
Sherlock laughs too but then he bites his lip, hesitates for a moment, because this is something new, because friends aren’t his area and he hasn’t asked someone to spend time with him for the simple sake of spending time together, no ulterior motive, no strategy, just wanting to be together, in the most straightforward, literal, sense of the phrase, since probably before adolescence.
And while their smiles and expressions quieten, they keep the same openness, so that when each turns to glance at the other, observing, making sure he’s still there, marveling, maybe, they don’t look away or get embarrassed the way you do when someone catches you staring. Because for some reason these two men with trust issues, who always, always protect themselves, have decided to put their faith in one another. Instead they lock eyes for a moment of agreement and understanding before looking forward and going along their way, completely assured of, and by, the other’s continued presence.
I fully believe that Sherlock and John are soul mates. Whether their relationship is platonic, romantic, or sexual is irrelevant. They’re two people who complete each other, and are just meant to be together.
*bows to worship these lovely bloggers who wrote these perfect thimgs*
Saw this and wanted to share my story about how this is untrue.
I was writing fanfiction in notebooks in high school, and me and my friends would pass it back and forth because they wanted to read all the smutty goodness. If anyone has read some of my fanfics for supernatural or otherwise you’ll know what I’m talking about.
One day I was writing a particularly x rated scene in science. My friend was really excited about it and was bugging me to write faster and pass it to her to read. So I did and at one point the old fat teacher (a guy no less) goes, what are you writing that’s so wonderful? It can’t be notes, let me read it to the class.
My friend literally gasped and I started shaking my head, ‘no you really don’t want to read this.’ I told him and he gave me a look so I brought it up to him and had to stand there as he read the most graphic man on man sex scene I’d probably ever written to date. I saw his eyes scan over the paper, and slowly get bigger and he glanced up at me and all I could do was shrug. ‘told you so’ I thought.
He turned out to be a cool teacher and made up some gross sounding love confession about some guy I was crushing on, and then said don’t write anymore notes in his class. I sat down and I swear for the rest of that year he never called on me or looked at me for more than 2 seconds the rest of the semester.
fanfiction could have ended my life that day.
I am laughing so hard, holy shit.
ok something like that happened to me too but it was more of a story that i would start a bit my friend would continue and then so on and so forth.. and we go caught…. but lucky for me. my teacher was one of those teachers who just blankly reads it aloud without pre-reading it or thinking HE RED THE WHOLE HALF PAGE OF FLUFF THAT SLOWLY TURNED TO HALF SMUT TO THE CLASS!!!!!!! THE ONLY REASON HE KEPT GOING WAS BECAUSE WE DIDN’T USE BAD WORDS AND THAT’S WHY HE DIDN’T STOP TO THINK ABOUT WHAT HE WAS READING TO THE CLASS!!!!!!!!!! at first some of the girls were like ”AWWWWWW” because sherlock and john were being cute and adorable. but then as sherlock got flirty the aw’s stopped and as they started to kiss more passionately. everybody just kinda stared at the teacher in “horror” or they were just laughing and giggling. when the teacher was done he stared at the paper for a minute, and his eyes widened as he re-red some of it and looked at the class then to me and my friend and said. “now this is why you don’t pass notes. your secrets come out and i accidentally read them without thinking which embarrasses everybody involved. i am sorry you had to all hear that. lets forget about it. and move on.” and when continues his lecture like nothing happened and i actually started taking real notes but everybody kinda just occasionally looked at me and now they think everything i write is smut….