Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I’m probably not going to be around for a little while. Tumblr has gotten really gross and toxic over the last few days, and just scrolling though my dash trying to find stuff to queue has gotten stressful, so I’m just going to be….elsewhere. Hopefully some of the people on this site can pull their heads out their asses in that time, and while they do I’d much rather be doing fun things like having friends over for Passover and doing Easter with my parents than being angry at misogynistic sacks of shit on the internet.
Try to be good to each other babies, I’ll see you in a little while.
It was a warm and starry night. It should have been dark and stormy, or black and windy, or maybe even grey and a little chilly, but much like mothers the weather does not always do what you want it to. But even if it wasn’t as grand as they would have liked it was still a good night for telling stories, and that’s exactly what the two friends sitting together under a purple moon were doing.
They were a boy and a girl, or at least they looked like a boy and a girl if you chose to assume those sorts of things about people. They sat under a big old tree sharing a blanket they didn’t need and hot chocolate they absolutely did, telling every story they could think of and a few more after. The boy, small and a little round with hair blacker than the night ever dreamed of, had done most of the talking so far. He spun stories of animals that talked and people that didn’t, far away lands and magic spells, the ordinary and wonderful all tied up together at once. He was good at this, at talking and telling. He could make you laugh, could make you cry, could make you dream of things you’d never seen just because he said so.
The girl had been doing lots of listening, which was what she was good at. She always listened, to everyone and everything, and so when it was finally her turn to stop listening and start speaking her stories were more real than anything. When she started talking and her hands started dancing and her eyes came alive it was like you were there, all because she heard the truth in what other people hid in what they said.
But there was something else going on tonight, on this warm and lovely night under the stars. The girl’s bright eyes were alive with something that wasn’t usually there, and her quietness was even deeper than was normal for her. She had listened to her friend’s stories of flying and falling and darkness and brightness, taking it all in and not saying a word back. She let him talk and talk and talk, until he was all talked out and the words died away into the happy silence of two people who know each other so well that silence can be lovely. But as the silence went on it turned into waiting, and when her eyes finally went up to meet the circling stars she began to speak.
“There’s a man out there somewhere who can travel in time and space, and his name is the Doctor.”
to be continued
— Neil Gaiman
MYCROFT: My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher and yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?
JOHN: I don’t know.
MYCROFT: Neither do I. But initially, he wanted to be a pirate.
How would you describe me, John?
"#and John would have never gone back to Sherlock" - OF COURSE John would have gone back to Sherlock. I also don't think that Mary is completely selfish, and John valued her opinion on Sherlock (he must have been secretely happy later that she liked him instantly) - but god, of course John would have gone back to Sherlock, Mary has nothing to do with it. John was STILL a mess when he proposed to Mary, he came back to life with Sherlock's "resurrection", John will always come to Sherlock.
Ok, let me clarify what I meant there because I wrote those tags super late last night and I didn’t write down everything that I was thinking (because wow no one wants to read that kind of novel in tags). I’m once again in a bit of a rush because I’m taking the time to answer this at work, but I’ll do my best to be clearer this time.
What I was reacting to there wasn’t the level-headed take on Mary that you expressed. You’re right, in most circumstances John would absolutely go back to Sherlock – that’s what he does because they are best friends and soul mates and everything else that they are. And if she had just been negative that one time, or even a few more times, that wouldn’t have changed anything. They might have fought about it, but you are very right about the fact that the pull of John to Sherlock is a very difficult thing to break, no matter the circumstances.
What I was ACTUALLY trying to comment on was the much more bull-headed, idiotic view of Mary that I have unfortunately seen expressed multiple times on this website that tries to paint her as not only selfish, but so selfish that it goes over into evil. That she always wants John just for herself and no one else, which was her end-goal for shooting Sherlock. I’ve even seen it said in a post that had so many notes it made me sick that she shot Sherlock because she could only have John all to herself when he was mourning Sherlock, so she wanted to kill him so they could go back to the way they were before he returned.
And that’s bullshit. That’s absolute bullshit because if that were really true, if she were really THAT selfish, she would have done what I described in those tags. John was full of self-righteous anger, hurt, and indignation in that moment, and if Mary had really wanted him all to herself she could have nurtured those seeds until they came into full bloom. Just a few words here and there to affirm how angry he was, over and over again so that he wouldn’t have reconnected with Sherlock when he did, wouldn’t have been kidnapped, wouldn’t have ended up on that train car, and wouldn’t have had the same re-bonding experience that they ended up sharing. And if Mary is TRULY as diabolical and horrible as people loooove to make her out to be, she could have made sure that happened because she’s obviously an evil mastermind capable of wrapping everyone around her little finger for her own nefarious purposes. Clearly.
What’s even more ridiculous about the whole presumption that I tried and failed to elucidate on there because I’ve said it a bunch of times before now, is that Mary pushing John back to Sherlock here and later on is actually an extremely selfless act on her part. She’s an ex-agent on the run from her old life, which means that her number 1 priority is laying low and avoiding detection. So who’s the WORST person to come crashing into her life? Sherlock Holmes the detective who can tell a person’s whole life by looking at them and who has a ridiculous penchant for getting into very high-profile trouble. Like, national news headlines trouble that attracts all sorts of unwanted attention to him and his best friend. By all rights she SHOULD have kept John away from him to keep herself safe, but she didn’t. She knew that John needed Sherlock, and after a while she knew that Sherlock needed John, and she acted against her well-being and self interest to put them back together.
And THAT’S why she’s not selfish.
Sherlock + details: The Reichenbach Fall.