greg: [talks abt a case]
john: [takes notes]
sherlock: interesting. john have you got all of that?
john: [looks up from his sketch of sherlock reaching to grab something off the top shelf with a very defined butt] hu-what?
i’m like 100% convinced that mycroft only intervenes at this point because sherlock looks up from some skip where he’s been looking for this suitcase like oh shit i left him, i left him alone with no way to get home and a gun waiting for him if he ever gets there, and he panics and calls mycroft to pick john up. after that, mycroft is just. you know. well he might as well, right? and then he’ll give john something to do: protect sherlock. john’s potential suicide gets put off, sherlock gets a bodyguard, mycroft kills two birds with one creepy stone.
Darcy your headcanons always become canon and give me life.
and then Sherlock texts John to go to him. To write a text. Totally not to keep John near and safe, nope.
never have i seen mary so comprehensively dragged in so few words and i’ve like… dedicated my life to comprehensively dragging mary
Truer words have never been spoken 👍
Dear @wellthengameover because I like pain (man was it painful to sift through asip…) and i like to facilitate Mary dragging please have the comparison below
This up there: JW after half a year of Mary; “existing”
This down here, folks… JW after 2 4, lemme repeat, twenty-four, hours of knowing Sherlock:
Don’t even get me started on the intense focus of his eyes when it’s evident his brain is working hard, or when he’s feeling useful, or challenged, or protective, or anything else than staring… blankly… absently… at a grave, seemingly without realising there even is another person.
mary, 6 months, Sherlock, 24 hours.
why do we even still discuss
It took 24 hours for Sherlock to bring John back to life. To make him feel needed. To make him giggle, eat (!), run across London without his cane. The bullet for John’s suicide saved Sherlock’s life.
that last line? write some fic and then make sure i never read it because ? why would you? we’re good people who don’t deserve this?
i saw this ad on my dash a few days ago and i obviously thought it was really fucky. i decided to look up “shrewdliving” and the only thing i found was this website. the strange thing is that it’s not a streaming site at all?? it’s just some website about health?
tagging some people because i have no idea what to make out of this:
No but hear me out.. what about a Sherlock-The Devil Wears Prada AU, featuring: gorgeous, bitchy director of British Vogue, gay as hell, Sherlock Holmes, “your choice of garments makes me want to strangle myself with this cashmere Gucci scarf but here, the job’s yours because you’re not a total imbecile, also your butt looks cute in that monstrosity you call trousers”
and retired army captain, now new fashion intern without a clue, John Watson, “wait, you mean to tell me you can wear this bloody thing and get away with it, man I am too old for this shit but daamn, the posh boy is insanely hot, I’d like to satisfy his every whim in the bedroom”
imagine being sister edgelord’s IT guy like, “you want HOW many projectors WHERe?”
dude hanging on a scaffolding over the well attempting to install a Dropcam like “it’s a good thing this chick’s mind-programming is so compelling because this gig doesn’t even include dental”
lmao omg
How about the beta testing. “How emotionally challenging was your experience in test number 3. Did you just piss your pants from fear or laughter. Wrong answer and you can be Alex Garridebs in the next run-through.”
“bob, listen, the moriarty clips aren’t syncing with audio and the boss just threatened to strangle me with my own intestines, how good are you with Final Cut Pro?”
“So who’s going to tell her that retro-fitting the high-security cells on level -7 with automatic sliding secret doors linked to the main console will take 18 months?”
“Hey I have a newborn, guys, give me a break.”
“Alright, Fred, rock-paper-scissors?”
“Has anyone seen Joe? I thought he was on A/V for the Gun Room rehearsal”
“Dude, he failed the loudspeaker test-run, she mind-controlled him off the edge of the south wing during our last performance review.”
“That asshole owed me ten quid. Pass me a Rockstar?”
“So who wants to help me haul a grown man into a small fake room?”
“Who’s got the family pictures we need to put on the walls? Also we need glue, stat”
“I’ve only got scotch tape. I think the boss didn’t program me sufficiently”
“It is your turn to fly the helicopter”
“Fuck it – I thought I was getting an early night”
“The boss needs to go sit on a bus and flirt”
“Oh well in the case….”
This is the funniest thing I have seen all week.
“hey do you know where to get a coffin boss says we need one”
“Why the fuck would I know?”
“I don’t know you’re the one who set up the room”
“Fuck this I’m letting her enslave me off a bridge at this point”
Who painted the walls with the ‘dip a broom in red paint and pretend your fighting a room full of spiders’ aesthetic?
Shit what about the person directing the Moriarty talking heads? Did she reprogram the people who made The Storyteller?
“Alan, can you take over in the booth for me for a bit? I’ve filmed six hours so far and I’m not sure any of it is usable.”
“Ok, so what have we got so far? Can I see the script?
“No script, boss just said to give him all the cocaine he wants and tell him to do an impression of his brother hosting a game show. Every five minutes or so, we play a train whistle, which seems to get him going again.”
“I see. But if he keeps threatening to make me into shoes I’m gonna say we just turn in this mess for editing and call it good.”
take time to figure it out 