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@johnlockingly
Do you have any information on the Ram album and whether or not Paul actually included subliminal slams criticizing John or if that's just bogus? Love your blog btw.
McCartney did admit that the Ram album was an outlet of some of his frustrations about John, just as John’s Imagine album featured the same (such as “How Do You Sleep?” written about McCartney). The song off Ram called “Too Many People” McCartney admitted was written about John and Yoko.
Organ donation (’Sherlock’)
There are two odd moments in TFP in which organ donation is discussed (Moriarty talking about “people leaving their bodies to science” and Mycroft mentioning he promised his “brain to the Royal Society”).
Question is: Could these be an example of bleed-through from reality?
Does a comatose Sherlock hear his doctors talking about ‘organ donation’ as he is lying in hospital?
Think about it: For most of s4 the skull picture on Sherlock’s wall does all sorts of crazy things. It’s lit up brightly and glowing in different colours. Others have already proposed that this is an example of bleed-through from reality. It’s not my idea, but I really like it: This might be evidence of Sherlock undergoing continuous MRI-scans, of his head being x-rayed because the doctors are looking for brain activity.
Then, near the end of TLD, the skull picture suddenly goes dark. It’s pitch black. It’s as if it’s gone.
Could this be a sign that Sherlock has just been declared brain-dead? Falsely, of course. Because he will survive. (Obviously.)
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I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe this is “just a theory”. I love everything about it! It makes total sense. And even if that was not the actual case, there must be a real reason for doing it anyway... and what better reason than the ones you just gave? Seriously, after all this is not just another detective series, but as Mofftiss put it “a series about a detective” i.e. about Sherlock. Besides, as the series progress, we get closer and closer to Sherlock’s mind palace up to a point where we actually get to see who’s in it (and not just what he’s thinking of and what his deductions are). So being this the last of the Series 4 (for now!), it’s very likely that this Season 4 is an “Extended Mind Palace”.
Lastly and most importantly, thank you for sharing this theory. I wish I could say something against it, but I’m afraid everything you said makes total sense, specially the shooting one. I’d also add the fact that Moriarty is the one controlling the situation again! Coincidence? “What do we say about coincidences?”
Good afternoon, how are y’all doing? x
Michael Shannon is all of us here
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Fanboy revelation.
Me: *in John’s voice* I really missed this
source: https://www.instagram.com/p/BY5pnFghg2G/
If you don’t faint at this, you ain’t a real Sherlocked person.
Fantastic Four Puppies!
I want to say “I love you,” but I’ll just make you smile, instead.
kill me
OH MY GOD
flight
He steps out of the car. The sky is lightening, slate gray.
The plane waits on the runway. He looks at it, and is struck with a wave of déjà vu, overwhelming, nauseating. Behind him, the driver has turned off the car. The engine clicks in the cold air.
John and Mary are standing together. They are looking at the plane, and neither turns at Sherlock’s approach. There is a man in a black suit with them, a CIA agent, no doubt. Sherlock is irrationally glad it is not the man he remembers from the Adler case.
He draws closer, holding himself in check, carefully blank. His eyes sweep over the pair of them. They look tired. Unhappy.
John meets his gaze, swallows. “MI6 was waiting at my house when I got home last night,” he says. He makes a terrible attempt to smile. “Kind of thing that seems like it would be a lot more exciting than it actually was.”
"Given your near-constant need to embellish and exaggerate on your blog, I’d have thought you were already well aware of the disconnect between fiction and reality,“ Sherlock murmurs.
"Joking, then,” John says, his face still approximating a smile. He nods. “Good. That's—that’s good.”
A retort dies on Sherlock’s lips. He cannot seem to maintain the fiction that all is well, cannot go on bantering with John as if this is not the end. He’s already done this. Doing it again is tantamount to torture. He looks past John, stares hard at the plane that is to take him away.
"Sherlock,“ John says. His shoulders are hunched against the wind. "Mary and I talked last night. After.”
He does not want to hear this. There is no reason to hear this. Obviously, they’ve talked. They wouldn’t be standing here, in the cold, if they hadn’t talked. Mycroft has already told him about the deal that’s been cut, about the new identities and the new lives and the official pardons. It is all logical and sound and fine but he does not want to hear it again, and he certainly does not want to hear it from John Watson’s mouth.
So he tunes out the words that John is saying, instead takes the time to look his fill, to memorize all of the curves and planes of his friend’s face. There are laugh lines around his eyes, deeper now than when they first met, and although he is not laughing now it is easy to remember the times they have laughed together, laughed well and loud. He’s never laughed quite the same way with anyone else as he laughs with John Watson. Their association has left its mark on John’s skin. This pleases him.
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This is amazing. I cried of pure joy, tears wouldn’t stop coming. Oh my– It is unbelievably well-written and I could hear Ben’s and Martin’s voices saying those words aloud. Thank you so much for this, “discordantwords”. Bless you. Thank you so much. x
#Sherlock is struggling not to jump across the table and stick something else in John’s mouth
#John is wondering when exactly Sherlock will take the fucking hint.
That’s why they couldn’t air this pilot
Literally no one need to open mouth that wide to eat a fucking cherry tomato it’s just John displaying his ability
And John is not even blinking when he does... no one eats a cherry like that, indeed. Besides, they’re supposed to be encountering the murderer at any time, just look at John who careless he looks about that but how caring, on the other hand, he looks at.. Cherrylock.
Also, the song that’s displayed in TSOT at the very end is called “Oh What A Night”, which in the film of New Jersey Boys they do a medley with that one and “Sherry”. I like to think that Mofftiss agreed on putting “Oh What A Night” because it reminded them of that version in the New Jersey Boys film and of John’s eating that cherry in ASIP.
A DETECTIVE LYING DOWN
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UNAIRED PILOT - LIE DOWN AND I’LL TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE TO PLAY A GAME OF CHESS WITH ONLY ONE SURVIVER
ASIB - LIE DOWN AND BE DOMINATED
TEH - LIE DOWN AND LET BE SHAVED BY A MINION WITH A VERY SHARP BLADE ON YOUR THROAT
HLV - LIE DOWN AND BE SILECED MAYBE FOREVER BY A GUN WITH A SILENCER
DELETED SCENE - LIE DOWN AND BE UTTERLY HELPLESS
TAB - LIE DOWN AND LOSE
TST - LIE DOWN AND REMEMBER
TLD - LIE DOWN AND DIE
THE FINAL PROBLEM
THE LYING DETECTIVE INDEED
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you forgot the fall
Ahhhh …. there’s always something! Thank you for reminding me @whymofftiss
TRF - THE LYING DETECTIVE OR THE LYING DETECTIVE - FAKE OR TRUTH ::::
ASIP - LYING DOWN ENGULFED BY THE SAFETY AND THE COMFORT OF 221b - THAT’S HOW IT SHOULD BE
@ebaeschnbliah: Oh, thank you reblogging the visuals. Look at this, @sagestreet, @impossibleleaf, @monikakrasnorada, @tjlcisthenewsexy, @tendergingergirl
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HAPPY 46th BIRTHDAY MARTIN
Bernard Benezet (1835-1897)
Looks like Sherlock
Wait shit this is real I thought this was an edit of Sherlock.
Drawn and painted like one of John’s French girls.
source: https://youtu.be/mEiTOBRxkr0
Good morning, everyone... leaving a black and white Martin Freeman to brighten your day.
Benedict Cumberbatch chest, back, arms & bum appreciation post
Dear God
“I’m not hungry, let’s have dinner.”
Martin Freeman
I know that I’m constantly going on and on about Benedict Cumberbatch, both here and to my friends and just randomly in my head, and it may sometimes seem as though I am forgetting about Martin Freeman. I assure you that is not at all the case.
The reason I don’t rant about him as well is because it takes an enormous amount of effort for me to string together one coherent sentence about the man without it ending with me flailing my arms, squealing, and rolling around my bed like a demented seal.
Benedict Cumberbatch is very elegant. He has this way about him. He moves like a dancer in Sherlock, he can play absolutely any role you throw at him. Martin Freeman is not who one would say moves like a dancer but he has this vibe that he throws off in everything he plays. That he can break every bone in your body, that he can be a protector. He is…. hot.
When you think about Benedict Cumberbatch you don’t really think the word hot. You think gorgeous, you think beautiful, you think otherworldly. Not exactly hot, I mean, he is hot, but that’s just not the word that automatically comes to your mind. With Martin, that is the word that automatically comes to your mind. There is no other word to describe the man. He is hot. I mean, he’s also beautiful and gorgeous and all that stuff but he’s hot as well.
Really I think it’s his facial expressions. Martin can say so much without actually speaking a single word. It’s the twitch of his mouth, it’s a raised eyebrow, it’s a shift body language. He can go from standing there on guard to standing there ready to attack you in a millisecond. The shift is so subtle that you have to rewind it a couple of times to actually see at what point he changes from the defensive to the offensive. It’s brilliant. He’s brilliant.
He is just as talented as Benedict Cumberbatch. I know I don’t say that a lot, or ever, but it’s true. It’s just in a different way. I mean, when I think about Benedict Cumberbatch I think about deep, profound things like The Imitation Game, or Sherlock, or the movie he played in with Tom Hardy about the alcoholic homeless guy. I forget what that movie was called but that was also brilliant.
When I think about Martin Freeman I think about John Watson, the soldier, the protector. I think about Everett Ross, from the MCU. I think about Phil Rask, from Start Up. I occasionally think about The Office. But mostly I think about him as somebody who could both protect me and kill me, and maybe this means that there’s something wrong with me, but I think that’s pretty damn hot.
So this is just to say that even though I go on and on about the elegance of Benedict Cumberbatch and how amazing he is and how he deserves every Oscar in the world, I feel the exact same way about Martin Freeman. He deserves just as much praise and recognition. I love Martin Freeman. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to squeal and roll around on my bed like a demented seal
IF THESE AIN’T MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY... BLESS YOU, HUMAN BEING, FOR MAKING ME FIND MYSELF IN EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SAID OH-MY-GOD LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SAID
I’VE NEVER RELATED SO MUCH IN ONE POST AS THIS ONE I SWEAR DEAR-JESUS-CHRIST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BLESS YOU X
Daily Benedict Edit 237/365
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