A little blog of the REDWOOD, my beloved forest...
in which you will find what is mystery even to me :)
but mostly there is a little comedy behind a bush, fandoms growing like trees, art as birds in the wind, foodporn for hungry of these things and some sweet dreams behind doors on trees.
Holy f… I thought John was just smirking to himself about the corrupt nature of government. But this is just proof; Mycroft really is smarter than Sherlock. The warehouse wasn’t just a babysitting interview and salary negotiation, even if Sherlock thought it was. it was a damned test, and John passed. He’s too morally driven to sell Sherlock out, and therefore not inclined to stab Mycroft in the back. Four for you, Mycroft. You go, Mycroft.
(Also, CONTINUITY, Mr. Gatiss. You’re doing it right.)