*hugs you all*
Holy crap, just realized I have a new picture. For the first time ever. Huh.
Dear Anderson, please look the other way while I type this. You’re stifling my muse.
I loathe you with a fiery passion. If it weren’t for you and your ‘thing on the side’, Sherlock might not’ve had to jump. I doubt I will ever stop blaming you for that.
And the things you do with dinosaurs are, quite frankly, alarming.
That is all. You can look this way again.
Dear Mrs. Hudson,
You frighten me slightly. You’re so patient with the boys, and you married a murderer, and it makes me wonder sometimes if maybe you killed those people in Florida.
Beyond that, though, I’m a bit angry that you haven’t told John that Sherlock is alive. It’s clear that you know, and how can you just sit there watching him fall to pieces when you could heal him with a few words?
However, I must commend you for getting rid of Sherlock’s skull. Even if he did moan about it for days afterwards.
You are a woman of contradictions, Mrs. Hudson.
Without him, we would not have Sherlock and John.
Today, the 29th of January, he brought the two men we know, love and ship together.
God bless Mike Stamford. We salute you!