Newtwithaflute

Just hit me: The Empty Hearse - The Empty House, D’oh!

beneighdict:

forsciencejohn:

there’s still a depression in the chair from where sherlock was sitting and i hate everything

oh man i’m sorry for writing a novel on your post i’M SORRY i just, i’ve really thought about this little scene a lot over the past few weeks, and i realized you don’t really get the full impact of it unless you’ve experienced anything like the sort of grief john has to go through. in my experience, anyway, when a loved one dies, its weird at first because it feels really surreal, and theres so much going on with funeral stuff and people coming in and out of your house bringing food and junk that you dont really get the time to sit down and process that, no, they’re not coming back
i guess what gets me the most about this scene is that it’s john staring his grief in the face and looking utterly lost. its so real. he sits there, and theres nothing on the inside of him and theres nothingness growing in his chest, bottomless and dark, and consuming and he’s just so lost because to him, sherlock’s gone and he’s never. coming. back. and that grief is inexpressible, really. it bears down on you, and you can’t get out from it. its just there, and you’re just there. and you just sit and stare because what else can you do?

..and it’s even more than that. It’s the loss of his whole life. Sure, he knows mrs Hudson and Lestrade, but they were all connected to him through Sherlock. When, if ever, does he have a reason to visit the Yard again? If he doesn’t stay at 221B, when will he ever meet with mrs Hudson again? They are all connected to Sherlock and his loss.
What does he have now? What does he have to fall back on? Before, he had nothing. Now he has nothing… and the grief of having lost what he had.

beneighdict:

forsciencejohn:

there’s still a depression in the chair from where sherlock was sitting and i hate everything

oh man i’m sorry for writing a novel on your post i’M SORRY i just, i’ve really thought about this little scene a lot over the past few weeks, and i realized you don’t really get the full impact of it unless you’ve experienced anything like the sort of grief john has to go through. in my experience, anyway, when a loved one dies, its weird at first because it feels really surreal, and theres so much going on with funeral stuff and people coming in and out of your house bringing food and junk that you dont really get the time to sit down and process that, no, they’re not coming back

i guess what gets me the most about this scene is that it’s john staring his grief in the face and looking utterly lost. its so real. he sits there, and theres nothing on the inside of him and theres nothingness growing in his chest, bottomless and dark, and consuming and he’s just so lost because to him, sherlock’s gone and he’s never. coming. back. and that grief is inexpressible, really. it bears down on you, and you can’t get out from it. its just there, and you’re just there. and you just sit and stare because what else can you do?

..and it’s even more than that. It’s the loss of his whole life. Sure, he knows mrs Hudson and Lestrade, but they were all connected to him through Sherlock. When, if ever, does he have a reason to visit the Yard again? If he doesn’t stay at 221B, when will he ever meet with mrs Hudson again? They are all connected to Sherlock and his loss.

What does he have now? What does he have to fall back on? Before, he had nothing. Now he has nothing… and the grief of having lost what he had.

wingsunfurled:

Cosplay version of the brilliant comic by ilovemyjawn - HERE

Sherlock - wingsunfurled

John - momentai-rawr

Photography by isidarify

This warms the cockles of my heart… the expression on Sherlock’s face in the last image.. awww… so happy