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consultjohnwatson · 9 months
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The Aegean Smugglers
Mycroft Holmes – Sherlock’s smug, and (very) often annoying brother - approached us with a sense of urgency that mirrored the gravity of the prickly situation the government official found himself in. Illegal smuggling operations were rumoured to run rampant along the shores of the Aegean Sea, trafficking dangerous contraband, including cocaine. The criminal network had become so pervasive that it was directly interfering with international trade, particularly the (expansion of the) Comprehensive and Progressive Agreement for Trans-Pacific Partnership (CPTPP) - a trade pact the British Government fought so hard for. Mycroft knew what the potential consequences of this illicit activity on global trade could be and sought his brother’s expertise to put an end to the smugglers’ nefarious schemes. While Sherlock was looking forward to the thrill this new case presented, I was really looking forward to just enjoying a summer holiday at the beach while Sherlock tackled this seemingly easy case. ‘Free tickets to Greece’, I thought, foolishly. For nothing is for free.
Everything comes at a cost.
Greece welcomed us with its stunning landscape, but beneath its beauty lurked a sinister feeling I found hard to shake off. Where I’d initially thought that this Greek case was an easy one to solve (just prevent the cargo from entering/leaving the ship and inform the international authorities), and that it was OK to bring my daughter, I soon found out this case was far from being easy and danger-free. Sherlock, apparently, had realised within minutes upon landing on the Greek island that someone far more dangerous was behind this smuggling network….. Yet the git chose not to inform me that the stakes were higher than we’d initially thought, and I still don’t know why he left me in the dark.
Following a trail of clues that were scattered all over the island, Sherlock learned within two days that one of the smugglers’ ships was crucial to the network’s operations. It turned out that the smugglers used a particular vessel – a replica of the Hellenic Navy’s fleet – to transport their illegal cargo discreetly, evading authorities and undermining the principles of the CPTPP. Determined to thwart their plans, Sherlock and I set out to ‘intercept’ or somehow ‘dismantle’ the vessel and gather our proof of the network’s activity under the cover of the hot, Greek night.
We hid near the shore, and I remember how my heart pounded with anxiety as I watched how Sherlock just vanished into the night.
Alone.
I still don’t know why he thought he could board the ship alone, and I still feel a surge of anger and anxiety wash over me whenever the realisation of what could’ve happened to him hits me….
From my concealed vantage point on the coast line, I strained my eyes to try and keep Sherlock in sight. Had he found a way in? Had he boarded the ship? The vessel was heavily guarded, and I could sense the imminent danger Sherlock faced. The sound of lapping waves and the distant hum of the ship’s engines only heightened my unease. Minutes stretched into an eternity as I waited anxiously, trying to anticipate where Sherlock was and what his next moves were going to be. My concern for him mingled with the knowledge that time was of the essence; he needed to act quickly before they found out an intruder had boarded their ship.
As the waves continued to lap against the shore, I kept my eyes trained on the boat, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Sherlock. My fingers clutched the handle of my gun (yes, I brought it with me), ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice…..
Then, a sudden commotion at the rear of the ship caught my attention. Panic surged through me as I saw how the smugglers had noticed the intrusion and that Sherlock now found himself surrounded by the criminals. My instincts urged me to rush to his aid (and shoot), but I knew that doing so would jeopardise our carefully planned approach. And I’d probably hit an unintended target…
The strange thing, however, was that Sherlock wasn’t moving as fast as I knew he could… He was stumbling and faltering. Almost as if he was… drunk?
He looked drunk.
Or maybe I thought he acted drunk, like he’d done while chasing a deadly cabbie all those years ago. My disbelief grew, however, as I watched him stumbled towards the edge and, I hate to admit it, but a deep-gutted fear took over as I watched how the lanky git tipped over the edge of the boat…
Into the Aegean sea.
Now, I don’t remember much from the minutes that followed that particular moment.
The only thing I do remember is how I managed to spot a water scooter nearby—a vessel the smugglers had apparently used to move their contraband between the ship and the shore. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I hijacked the water scooter, praying that my impromptu plan would work. I sped toward where I’d last seen Sherlock, frantically hoping he wasn’t too far gone to know how to swim.
I also remember how the dark water seemed impenetrable, and how frantically I gripped the handles of the scooter, cursing the goddamn thing to go faster and faster. We were extremely lucky that I spotted Sherlock’s figure, floating unconsciously and slowly sinking. I say we, because, well, I don’t know what I would have done otherwise, nor do I know how Mycroft would’ve felt. Let alone Sherlock.
Summoning all my strength, I swam towards him, pulling him up and with me to the scooter, all while avoiding the bullets that were raining down around us. Ever dragged someone out of the water onto the scooter with you? It’s no minor feat, I tell you that. How I managed.. well. Luck? Sheer desperation? I do think that the helicopter appearing above us saved us, allowing us to get back to shore in one piece, even though Sherlock was still unconsciously draped over me.
As we touched land, my medical instincts kicked in as I worked to revive him, desperately hoping he wasn’t too far gone. As the nightly breeze chilled me further to the core, Sherlock finally stirred, gasping for breath. Relief washed over me. He was alive. But a case and holiday in ruins.
Or so I thought.
The smugglers didn’t succeed in killing Sherlock, so that they could hide their existence. What they did succeed in, however, was allowing the authorities to link their cargo to their network. All due to a blood sample of our dear drugged detective. The holiday was still ruined, though. I mean. Spending your remaining days in a hospital aren’t particularly enjoyable compared to tanning on the beach… Still. I am happy to be home. That we are home.
All three of us.
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Many New Beginnings
I hardly feel I deserve so many. Multiple times in my life have I made some truly, awful, mistakes. In the past I always found myself trailing after Sherlock, and being fulfilled in ways I never thought would be possible again after Afghanistan. The very first time I was caught up in the shadow that was Sherlock, I ended up following after him - after he continuously abandoned me! I might add - only to save his arse.
So, for a long time, our relationship was as follows; He might give me a vague hint on where he would dash off to next, I'd scurry to catch up, only to find if he would have waited for me or communicate with me, the situation would have went far smoother!
I'm not sure when it started changing, or originally. If I had to pin point, it might have been around the time we first got up close and personal with a Mr. Jim Moriarty.
Sherlock must have realized, the value in communication. Something that, on surface level we managed well. On a deeper level, you've all seen us struggle with ourselves emotionally. We only grew closer, until-
The fall, everyone loves to dub it.
I had fallen into such devastation by this betrayal of trust and communication, the only thing I felt I could once trust in Sherlock, I simply forgot that this man was suffering the same as I was. That he was completely alone for those two years as well.
Only, I wasn't truly alone. I met Mary, and I would not be here today without her. I know that. So would it be a crime when I say to keep it polite about her? I loved her and she was my life. Just as much as Sherlock is my life.
Sherlock forced me to accept his apology that day in the train, but it was as genuine as I can be. This anger's always been so hard to ignore, it would come out at Mary, and it's only grown over time. Sherlock would always try to communicate, he always spoke to me. Even if it was something so unbelievable, I trusted him. For awhile, he understood. He couldn't run off without me.
This was years ago still. I know it all started declining after... Well, Culverton Smith. I wonder if I properly wrote up that case, there was so much we would love to have forgotten. Sherlock and I.
I almost lost him, and not only by the hand of Mr. Smith.
Our relationship since, has been rocky at best. I never gave up, and in his own ways neither did he. Somewhere, we fell back into this dynamic. He runs off without me, and I let him. Neither of us would have been able to tell you who started it, but relationships are 50/50, you know.
When I finally had, so hesitatingly, just gotten this relationship? I wasn't prepared, but I'd have been out of my mind to not accept what we'd always worked on wanting.
Only to see him run off with Mr. Jim Moriarty, the man who single handedly started our path of love and destruction. The fall is a sore subject, a raw wound barely treated. I was so overwhelmed with - I wasn't there to protect him! - danger, betrayal, mistrust, lack of communication, all over again!
I said and did things that are unacceptable, and I'll be remorseful for them for as long as I live. This anger, I can't guarantee I'll get rid of it completely, and I've found I was in need of professional help in this regard. It may still come out, but I am working on this. We are working on this. I am working on making sure this will not be a repeated event; but this includes working on the communication between Sherlock and I again.
I stepped back to work on this, on myself, but now I am willing to open up and look back on this space. Where we can go forward, together, in this new time. I hope that, while it's not been a long amount of time, but two months away from this all has really helped thus far. I'm happy to be back here with you, and to grow by Sherlock's side once more.
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consult-sherlockholmes · 11 months
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John just admitted that he's not very good at typing. Doesn't that bother you? He's your blogger. Maybe you should find a replacement.
He may be slow at typing but he is persistent, it may take a while but he gets there eventually. But watching him type with just one finger at the speed of a snail is sometimes a bit infurating. Maybe I should teach him to use all 10 of his fingers, I mean for what else are they there then if he doesn't use them? I am asking myself sometimes how he could have been a surgeon in the past when he hasn't even enough finger dexterity to type efficiently.
And as you can see here, I can also blog for myself. He may be my blogger, and many things more, but I also have my own blog.
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busy-squid · 5 months
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probablygayattorneys · 6 months
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-Tina Tran, Even If We Did Things Differently, I Still Would Have Chosen You
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spooksicl-e · 27 days
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society if they leaned into the friendship that i KNOW john watson and bill murray had
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(he’s married)
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detectivesholmes · 3 months
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John convinced me, or rather pestered me, to join this social media website. He told me that the listeners of his podcast want to see me here. One listener has been particularly persistent. I think John called them something along the lines of a chaotic frying pan. Whatever that means. So here I am. Don't make me regret this.
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barachiki · 1 month
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Sherlock and John regret agreeing to go on Hot Ones.
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jay-wasreblogging · 1 month
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Why is Watson walking around wet with his nipples visible? Put on a bra you whore.
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docjwatsonmdblog · 3 months
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Hope is still alive. John Watson might have a date tonight. He's still got it people!
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ickachris · 6 months
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I think we’re alone now
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around
i listened to the Greenday cover of “I think we’re alone now” on repeat while working on this
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dr-johnhwatson · 3 months
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My new flatmate
So, last night I went to look at the flat. It’s pretty decent actually. Sherlock had already moved in so it was a bit of a mess but that ’s actually a nice change from where I was before.
And the madman himself? He’s fascinating…
Arrogant, imperious, pompous. He’s not safe, I know that much. I’m not going to be bored and I doubt we’re going to be arguing about whose turn it is to pay the gas bill or what we’re going to watch on the telly. And yeah, he is probably most likely definitely mad. But, he knows a couple of nice restaurants so he’s not all bad.
So yes, we had a quick look at the flat and chatted to the landlady. Then the police came and asked Sherlock to look at a body so we went along to a crime scene, then we chased through the streets of London after a killer and Sherlock solved the serial suicides/murder thing.
And then we went to this great Chinese restaurant where my fortune cookie said ‘There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before. ’ After the night I’d had, I beg to differ.
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le-fandom-prince · 25 days
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Hello hello!!
welcome to my chaos of a blog!!
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in this blog we will be the fandom nerds we were born to be!!
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expect dumb ships, weird obsessions, all the feels, fanfics, fanart, and tons more!!!
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oh, prepare for angst as well!! cuz God knows i loooove to make myself sad over fictional characters!!
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i think that's all for now!! enjoy the chaos and remember, RESPECT OTHERS OR BE SENT TO AZKABAN!!
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Many happy returns (to Tumblr)
Happy Birthday, @consult-johnhwatson. How poetic to create or 'birth' a new blog on your birthday. Welcome back to Tumblr. May your return to Tumblr be calm and blessed. And may your adversaries become hypoxic with envy.
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Raise your glasses. I hope you enjoyed your party tonight.
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if-came-the-day · 1 year
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…nothing ever happens to me.
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But today, something did. Something happened.
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I was walking in the park and I bumped into Mike Stamford.
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I mentioned that I wanted to move. He said he knew of someone in a similar situation.
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So we went to Barts and he introduced us.Except, he didn’t. He didn’t introduce us.
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The man knew who I was. Somehow he knew everything about me.It’s mad. I think he might be mad.
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He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude.
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he looks about 12 and he’s clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad.
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but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.
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So tomorrow, we’re off to look at a flat. Me and the madman.
Me and Sherlock Holmes.
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topsyturvy-turtely · 10 months
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hello to tumblr!!!
✨appreciation of some blogs ✨
a post for the very loveable @jawnscoffee, whom i finally persuaded to come to the dark side join tumblr!
here are a few blogs i love (but i for sure forget about 500 people so don't take me accountable)
some of my favorite johnlock writers include:
@totallysilvergirl @7-percent @discordantwords @helloliriels @silentauroriamthereal @khorazir @blogstandbygo @lisbeth-kk @lololollywrites @mutedsilence @jobooksncoffee @fluffbyday-smutbynight
favorite artists:
@justanobsessedpan (that's justbeyourself on wattpad!!) @kitten-kin @stephdrawsjohnlock @kettykika78 @petite-madame @spooksicl-e
favorite johnlock fic rec blog:
@inevitably-johnlocked (honestly can't think of any other ones right now 💀)
benedict cumberbatch appreciation blogs:
@thelostsmiles @elennemigo (who else?! please tell me!)
martin freeman appreciation blogs:
@safedistancefrombeingsmart @xeniawatson @colourfulwatson
bbc sherlock roleplay blogs:
@consult-sherlockholmes @consultjohnwatson @atamh @di-greglestrade @twireneadler @chatwithmolly @therealharrywatson @mrs-hudsons-blog (are there more???)
other fun (maybe a tiny bit random) (johnlock) blogs that i can think of rn:
@whispersfrom221b @loki-lock @jawnn-watson @catlock-holmes @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl UGH SO MANY I WILL STOP NOW BUT THIS IS A SMALL START FOR NOW!!!
*throws badly cut out paper hearts at all of you* feel free to add other blogs! 💚💚💚
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