MAN: OH I AM FAINT!
DR. WATSON: HAVE SOME BRANDY, MY GOOD MAN.
ANOTHER MAN: I’VE JUST BEEN SHOT!
DR. WATSON: HOLD THIS BOTTLE OF BRANDY TO THE WOUND.
YET ANOTHER MAN: HELP! I’VE BEEN DECAPITATED!
DR. WATSON: SOMEONE GET SOME DAMN BRANDY IN HERE
Okay, let me explain to you a thing: John and Sherlock are soulmates. Whether that means romantically, platonically, sexually, emotionally, mentally, physically, what-the-fuck-ever. They complete each other. And they need each other and they are two people that are meant to be together, in one way or another. And they are soulmates. Bye.
sexism is the fact that you can make john watson an animal
you can make him into a cyborg
and nobody has a problem
but as soon as you make him into a woman of color
everyone loses their shit
Sexism AND racism*
Because of your timely warning when you drew our attention to the empty tobacco jar, and save the life of my dear friend and colleague, Dr John H. Watson. Hereby enabling us to continue our long and happy association together. (Said Holmes to Alastair, The House of Fear, 1945)
Look at their happy faces >3<
His very person and appearance were such as to strike the attention of the most casual observer.In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin,hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision.His chin, too, had the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination. His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments. - A Study In Scarlet