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I only ship Johnlock, and am a proud part of TJLC so please don't waste your time sending me hate about it.
And my anti-shiP? its Sherlolly, i'm sorry, i can't stand it.
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First it was Jim. Richard Brooks presents us with Sherlock as Sir Boast-a-Lot, he’s just a big ol’ liar who makes things up to make himself look good.
Then it was John. Watson, the writer, who presents a version of Sherlock to the public as a cold, calculating machine, but doesn’t believe it’s true.
Now it’s Sherlock turn. Something’s happened, Mary has died, and Sherlock is covering the facts of her death with a fairy tale. A romance, filled with temptation and a damsel in distress and trekking to foreign lands, the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption––a story about the Watsons, with a Grimm ending indeed, completely the fault of boastful Sherlock.
But it’s not real. None of it’s real, this is the lying detective, the storyteller. And this isn’t the end of Sir Boast-a-Lot’s problem. No.
I’m a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess, Hernando. [The set doctor said you were fine.] Fine? Fine? No, no, Hernando, I’m not fine. I have a horrible pain in my stomach. It’s… I’m paralyzed. It feels like a tumor. You know cancer runs in my family, Hernando. What if it’s cancer?
What I love the most about Prince’s Gambit is how Damen and Laurent go from enemies to allies. Two princes, two men trying to prevent war between their two nations.