That Last Dance of Chances

knightofbunnies:

Doodlin’

Margy and Sansa for queens on the Iron Throne

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marielikestodraw:

gabbysilang:

gcatherinev:

The Proposal

okay so allow me to just revel in what’s been pulled off here, in terms of these characters and how much they’ve grown together, through knowing each other. 

sherlock knew for a week, and sat on it, and in fact tried to smooth the road so she’d know it was cool, she could go. and yeah, he’d be bummed about it, but he’s not gonna pull some petty shit and emotionally blackmail her into staying. in fact, what actually precipitates the above is this:

Sherlock: I’m frustrated because despite the recent attempt on a colleague’s life, you still have not agreed to learn self-defense. 

Joan (while pacing and somewhat forcefully snapping off latex gloves): You know what, I appreciate your concern with my safety, I really do, but I think we need to have a conversation about boundaries. Okay, you know, you’ve given me this incredible window into what you do, and it is fascinating, but at the end of the day, I am not your apprentice, I am your sober companion.

AND LET’S BACK IT UP EVEN FURTHER because this, to me, is a scene that stems directly from the “you even made a friend. …I AM TALKING ABOUT ME, YOU BUTTHOLE” scene. so basically sherlock’s week has been:

1. ex-“friend” tries to sabotage his entire life 

2. he calls dad, finds out joan lied to him 

3. JOAN IN DANGER OH GOD WHAT 

4. JOAN IS FREND?? joan says hey i am your friend you butthole

5. as a newly minted friend, tries to make leaving easy on joan

6. joan stays???? we are frends?? joan? joan???

7. right maybe if i hit her with things maybe that is what friends do

8. AND THEN THIS SCENE WHERE JOAN PULLS THAT NVM I AM JUST YER SOBER COMPANION CARD 

9. sherlock holmes, addict, butthole, and friend, respects them both enough to say “NOOOOOOOOPE.”

because this scene, with different dialogue, could have been selfish. it could have been purely i need you for my brain to go smooth, so there. but it didn’t go that way. it’s so full of his massive respect for her, his sometimes incredulous awe of her (jesus jlm, the line reading and body language on “the most curious thing happened. you stayed.”), he doesn’t ask her to stay at a point when it’s something purely that he needs, he waits through that. and asks when he figures out that she’s there because she wants to be there, and it’s freaking her out to teeter on that precipice.

GUYS I COULD FREAK OUT ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING ALL NIGHT I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING BUT JUST ONE MORE THING I SWEAR

bringing up the confidentiality clause

because it makes the relationship unequal

in a way that’s to his advantage

jlaks;dfhjsdfsdf;jsdf

OKAY I LIED ONE MORE THING

is that because this is fucking good writing and 100% honest to these characters:

she 

does

not

immediately

agree.

she doesn’t turn around and say “to hell with thinking it over! WEEEE FIIIIGHT CRIIIIIME!” and then they do a mid-air high-five framed by Bell’s (ludicrously enormous) television screen.

but she’s joan motherfucking watson. she does this on her own terms. 

okay i’m gonna go to bed and cry about it now, thanks for your time. 

I can honestly say this is by far one of the most perfect scenes ever written about the connection between two people that is based on trust and partnership, and caring, with absolutely zero sexual tension.
And holy hell, it’s between a man and a woman.
Could it be that writers on shows are finally getting it?

Elementary, you are WONDERFUL. I love you.

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Donna Noble, may I have this dance?
Oi, you’re not “dancing” with me, Dumbo ears! I know what that means.
Oi, calm down, Ginger. I really just meant dance. Like swing. Or tango.
Well, just as well, because I’m not having any of that nonsense! I mean, you’re just a long streak full of leather. An alien…in leather! And quit taking to me about bananas.

(Source: flapperorslapper, via doctorbee)