I’m sure that Mrs. Hudson’s husband committed a great number of crimes in order to get sentenced to death. From the way she flinches when Sherlock slams his hands on the table, I’d say it’s safe to bet that one of his many crimes was spousal abuse.
That would certainly account for why Sherlock ensured his execution.
And why Sherlock got so enraged when he saw that she had been hurt
And why she acted as if she were perfectly fine when she was hurt.
wow can we not
And why she was able to remain calm and still sneak the phone out and why Sherlock knew she would be okay despite John’s worrying - because she’s been through worse and persevered.
And why he didn’t want her to leave England. He wouldn’t be able to keep an eye out on her.
And why he got so mad at Mycroft for telling her to shut up because her husband also abused her verbally.
My feels….
I’ve already reblogged this once but I have to reblog it again because of the new comments about mycroft.
and it overall explains why as a general rule, YOU DO NOT TREAT MRS. HUDSON POORLY or you will FACE THE WRATH OF SHERLOCK HOLMES.
This makes perfect sense
and yet Sherlock’s supposed to be fine with Mary’s possessive and abusive behavior of John… lol NO there’s nothing sherlock hates more than people who are supposed to love you taking advantage of you
No. I’m not crying. Just my eyes sweating.
This is the best post. Sherlock loves Mrs. Hudson and will protect her at all costs. And since Sherlock loves John on a whole other level, Mary is screwed.
@monikakrasnorada please finish your hudders backstory fic so I can read it
Same with the way she jumps when John is yelling in HLV and makes some comment like “oh the neighbours”… :(
Oh dear god.
wtf is wrong with you people. i mean this is everything don’t get me wrong but wtf is WRONG with you. jfc. mrs h is sherlock’s mom in all the ways that count idgaf about what anyone else says. she’s his everything. like. i need a scene like this:
Sherlock almost knocks a cup of tea over when he moves his hand in a rapid gesture to the side after reaching a conclusion in his Mind Palace. The disturbance tears him out of his thought process.
“Always with the tea cups!” he snaps and manages to catch the cup just in time before it makes a mess on the floor. “I don’t know where these things always come from,” he mutters to himself and places the cup harder on the table than necessary. Damn. He’d almost–
Out of nowhere, Mrs Hudson appears at his side. Just like the tea cups, now that he comes to think of it. She’s holding a tea towel in her hands, and for some reason she’s scowling at him. “For all you’re a genius, you’re really silly sometimes, dear,” she tells him, and before he can say anything to defend himself she’s swatted him on the head with the tea towel. He yelps indignantly and flinches away from her.
Mrs Hudson sighs, though it sounds fond. “As for these,” she says and pointedly holds the tea cup up, “they don’t just appear. I bring them to you because you’d half dehydrate yourself to death and I do it because I adore you. Though sometimes I don’t know why myself, mind,” she adds, then leaves him sitting in his chair blinking owlishly after her.
At least she doesn’t see flush once she’s gone–just a bit–and he’s registered her words.
