I was so pleased to discover that this vid–which only had a few thousand views when I first came upon it some months back–has now had at least 44,000 pairs of eyeballs on it, because it deserves every one of those views and a fillion more.
If I were to curate an in-person fanvid exhibit in some sort of gallery (DREAM BIG, GEISSLER) this gutpuncher would have its own screen where it played on a loop next to a giant box of tissue, a case of wine, and litter of fluffy white kittens bread to pay particular affection to human beings in the midst of a seriously, seriously, ugly cry.
The song, clip selection (those LOOKS), added text, and alternating of black and white frames of youtube user ILoveThesePeople’s video combine to create a heartbreaking masterwork of staggering Johnlock genius. I will never tire of watching this, and if you similarly needed to sob into a phone or gchat box after watching the S2 finale, neither will you.
NB: video contains serious spoilers for Sherlock seasons 1 and 2
GET READY FOR ALL THE FEELINGS
Now, won’t you please just take my hand… oh FFS get over here. Let me hold you in my arms for a minute. You can get snot on my collar, I used to work with kids, I don’t mind. We’ll make it to late 2013… somehow.
I’m not what you’d call a serious Sherlock/John (or Johnlock) shipper. I like a pr0n-y tumblr full of Johnlock fan art as much as the next Benaddict, but I’m decidedly old school Sherlockian canon when it comes to the Watson-Holmes relationship. I think there’s a lot of sincere love and tenderness and affection there, but I don’t find much in the text that ultimately suggests buttsecks. The above vid, however, should satisfy the shippers and purists alike. It can easily be read through a romantic or platonic lens to suit your purposes, be they chaste or profane or somewhere in-between.
Annnd speaking of lenses: I’m now picturing some sort of novelty item called “Slash Goggles.” They’d have like naked characters doing it drawn on the glass so the wearer actually sees their ‘ships bumping uglies in every scene of whatever show they’re watching. Or, better yet, they are a Viewmaster that has slides of people doing it with little slots to slide in the faces of the characters you want to see getting to know each other in the biblical sense. You know, the existence of Slash Goggles, COULD explain some of incredibly strained ships in the fandom. (*cough cough* Mystrade anyone? Not a single scene together! Not one!).
But honestly, if you wanna ship the Buckingham Palace ashtray and 243 types of tobacco ash, I will not debate your deduction. I respect your right to suggest that I am the one who “sees, but does not observe.” There’s always more than one way to read a text.
*UNF, THIS COVER U GUISE. I’m not the marrying kind, but if was, Ingrid Michaelson covering (and imho totally ECLIPSING) Elvis would be a frontrunner for First Dance. (You know, it might even depose Jens Lekman’s “Your Arms Around Me” as the ruler of love songs in my heart).