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BBC Sherlock side blog. Johnlock hell. TJLC. A bit of Mystrade. Ben, Martin, etc. ||Hannah | 21 | INFP | Bi | American|| ☕Main blog: eyesfilledwith-stars

[devoursjohnlock]

The handover of John’s phone in the taxi in ASIP is so subtle; we never actually see it happen. Sherlock is texting on his own phone, then in the middle of explaining his deductions in the lab to John, he nods down at John’s pocket and John’s gaze follows.

We cut to the lab, where John gave Sherlock his phone in the past…

… and then back to the cab. Sherlock now has John’s phone in his gloved hand.

He waves it around while making deductions, then returns it to John once he’s finished—this time onscreen, but below our line of sight. In other words, John’s phone changes hands twice in this scene without our ever seeing it happen.

[incorrectbbcsherlockquotes]

Eurus: *getting up from a nap* Thank you sleep

Eurus: Or as I call you, Death Practice

[flockstiel]

As requested, a compilation of Sherlock’s wonderful disregard for furniture.

[notacasualviewer]

long time, no see. but still here! (...kind of)

Hey, everyone. I know this blog is pretty much dead (save for the odd reblog or two every now and again), but I wanted to let the few followers I have left on here to know that I’m still around, I still see your things, I still love all of your work. (Quick reminder that my main is @eyesfilledwith-stars .. in case i’ve been liking your things instead of reblogging them.)

I have noticed a major overlap in the Sherlock fandom (those who are still around) and the Good Omens fan base... so for those of you who are interested, I should let you know that I do have an active (!!) sideblog specifically for GO, and you can find me over at @mydear-angel if you’re in the mood for that. Give a little follow, if you’d like, or just stop in to say hello. (Or just ignore me lol)

Thanks for reading, and I promise I’ll see you all around in one form or another. Keep up all the lovely work! 💕

[tendalee]

[gandlfs-blog]

July 2010. It is three weeks before the first series of Sherlock broadcasts on BBC One, and show creators Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss are panicking. The BBC has suddenly brought forward the slot for their show “by a substantial amount”. As summer is already a difficult time to launch a series, Gatiss and Moffat are bewildered as to how they will promote it.

“We were sitting around with our heads in our hands,” Steven Moffat remembers, “going, ‘There isn’t enough time to do this. It will broadcast to no one.’ ”

This was when they joined Twitter.

“It was really only one step up from individually knocking on people’s doors and shouting, ‘Sherlock is coming!’ through their letter boxes,” Mark Gatiss explains. “We were almost… desperate.”

“What did we think we’d get?” Moffat muses.

“Four million viewers,” Gatiss replies.

“Four million viewers, tops, and a couple of nice broadsheet write-ups. That was our best-case scenario.”

On the night the debut episode – A Study in Pink – went out, the core cast and crew assembled at Moffat’s house in Kew to watch it, in a state of nervous tension.

Gathering around the wine – “a lot of wine” – were Martin Freeman (Dr Watson), Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock Holmes), Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat and Sue Vertue, the show’s producer, who is, handily, also married to Moffat, “which has, over the years, saved us a fortune on cabs”.

In the event, when Sherlock began, the Moffat party had to immediately pause it, as Benedict Cumberbatch still hadn’t arrived.

“He called us – he was stuck in a traffic jam on Baker Street,” Moffat recalls. “Sherlock Holmes, stuck on Baker Street! We couldn’t work out if that was a good sign or not.”

“I think he might have made that up, to be honest,” Gatiss says. “But it’s a really good lie.”

When Cumberbatch finally arrived, the party who made Sherlock watched the show ten minutes behind the rest of Britain.

“But we knew when the climax happened,” Gatiss beams, “because suddenly all our phones were going off, everyone texting, everyone phoning. I mean, exploding.”

“An hour later, I went and sat in the garden,” Moffat says, “and looked at Twitter. I saw that Benedict was trending worldwide on Twitter, Martin was trending worldwide, Sherlock itself was trending worldwide. And people were talking about it with this… passion. As if they were lifelong fans – when, of course, they’d not seen it 90 minutes ago. Everything had changed in 90 minutes.”

He pauses for a minute, still looking surprised.

“Everything.” (X)

[basicallyadeadacc]

Teen!Lock Sherlock and John are Bo Burnham’s left and right brain

[vibinwiththefruits]

ya know this fandom manages to remember a lot about Sherlock but i feel like the one thing we constantly forget is that this idiot

has a fricking wife

[philliphooper]

Wait

You’re telling me that this guy, who has dedicated a whole damn room of his house to Sherlock theories, shares that house with a wife?? 

This guy, who runs a freaking Sherlock Holmes fan club, has a wife?

You’re saying this here sweater-wearing mo-fo, who grew facial hair during Sherlock’s fake death, has a wife? 

OH RIGHT, we learned this because back in A Study in Pink, Sherlock pointed out that Anderson cheats on his wife with his curly dark-haired colleague.

[johnlockunicorn]

OOHHHHH

[sherlockfandomtandem]

[poshdetective]

Wait, what?

[silver99johnlocked]

[waitedforgarridebs]

Please let Anderson notice one day that John and Sherlock are wearing the same deodorant or smth like that

[madfoxx-deactivated20160827]

What to do when finding out that your wife is pregnant on your wedding day - A Tutorial by John Watson:

1) Stare blankly into the empty space next to her face.

2) Take your time to process the happy news.

3) Do not talk about the baby with her! Aggressively talk about how your best friend is so much cleverer than you instead.

4) Look away from her face, it´s getting too much.

5) Instead focus on your best friend and bicker with him for a bit.

6) Ok, this shit is real, time to panic.

7) OMG, your best friend just said something self ironic, panic break. Now you can look at him for a while.

8) Actually, what he said was really funny, you can look a bit longer if you want.

9) Okay, it wasn´t funny, it was hilarious! And look at his cute little smile! You can touch him now and pull him a bit closer, let him know how important he is to you!

10) Was there anything else? Holy shit, your wife! Well, Fuck! Quickly throw her a smile and ask if she´s okay.

11) Maybe touch her too, to let her know that you love her. A hesitant pat on the shoulder will do the trick!

12) Now that´s done, look at your friend again.

13) While you´re at it, check out is body too, make sure everything´s in the right place!

14) Yep. All good.

15) Hm, maybe that was a little to much Bro-time. His face looks sad….this is getting intense, time to look away uncomfortably.

16) Okay, maybe one more glance….

17) Nope, shit, it´s still pretty intense, look away!! Focus on how happy you are about the wedding and the baby, not on how he taught you the waltz!

18) What? He said something, lick your lips and stare at his face again.

19) Did he say dance?? Fuck, you´ve been found out! Look for escape routs!

20) Oh, the wife wants to dance, thats fine, no danger there. You won´t be dancing with anyone else though, let´s nip this very much in the butt, eeer bud! He doesn´t want to anyway…. Right? 

21) Right. Thought so. Ok, what next? Probably ought to look at the wife again, she just said something….Don´t smile, don´t talk about a baby and don´t directly say yes to the dancing thing though. Everything in your own time. 

22) OH SHIT, he just mentioned the dancing lessons! Quickly, throw a no homo joke at him to safe the day and grab something - ah, yes, the wife!

23) Ok, all good now. Let´s dance close enough to not see her face all the time.

24) 

Don´t look back.

Don´t look back.

Do. Not. Look. Back.

[watsonsdick]

AU - Parentlock

“Oh but Papa likes it!”

“He doesn’t”

“He does”

“Nope”

[aeveris-oldblog-deactivated2020]

so i was reading this transcript, and

smbfjsjdjdksngbd,,

and then:

fuCkING hELL

time to dig a whole and bury myself in it

[incurablylazydevil]

I mean come on, you’re bisexual and you’re living with a same-sex flatmate who is so gorgeous that you sometimes forget to breathe and you realize you’ve fallen in love with them. BUT you think they can never love you back because they said themselves that they’re sociopathic and you’ve seen proof of that over and over. So you try dating the opposite sex because you really need to at least TRY, and you avoid dating same-sex because you don’t want to scare your flatmate off (you’ve hit on them the second night you’ve met and you’ve been rejected and it’s awkward). But you can’t really make it work with all those dates because you constantly think about your flatmate, because you’re always there when they call and because they are so fucking gorgeous and brilliant that you just can’t stop.

But everyone around you is assuming that you’re a couple and it’s driving you up the wall because YOU FUCKING WISH YOU WERE, thank you very much. So of course you say it on and on and on ‘we’re not a couple, we’re not together, i’m not their date’ because.you just can’t stand it. And when someone is particularly insistent you just say ‘I’M NOT GAY’ because that’s true, you’re bisexual, but that is NOT their business. see? I can date all these people, I can get married to someone else, see, my flatmate is not my entire world.

So you just say that you’re not gay, because that is technically true. But you’re always careful NOT to say it in your flatmate presence. Because, what if?

[sarahthecoat]

yes!

[theghostinthemoon]

Remember when the last episode of Sherlock season 4 aired and people hated it so much and complained so much the BBC actually started emailing people back and then no one was convinced Apple Tree Yard was a real show. Everyone thought there was a lost special and then a random person made a whole ass website just to troll people. Sherlock North announced itself at a terrible time and everyone was shitting on it. And don’t forget the wildest theories that Derren Brown was controlling everybody and also Steve Thompson wasn’t real.

Wild times man, wild times.

[demelzasings]

Number of times I’ve seen Sherlock Season 1: - a billion Number of times I’ve seen Sherlock Season 2: - a billion Number of times I’ve seen Sherlock Season 3: - half a billion Number of times I’ve seen Sherlock Season 4: - once

[afishlearningpoetry]

Tfw you’re at a deli shop about to spill the British tea on this ship like it’s the goddamn American Revolution

[captainclickycat]

Can we re-write the Molly scene where she immediately just goes “All right, I love you. There, what was that for?” And there’s no tense buildup whatsoever, that would have been great.

[sussexbound]

That would have totally been me, tbh.  “Okay, I love you, you asshole.  Now what the hell is this for?!  Tea’s just brewed, and Dancing with the Stars is on in 5.  I don’t have time for this crap.  Talk quick.”

[a-candle-for-sherlock]

“Tell me you love me.”

She rolled her eyes a little and then sobered. Sherlock sounded odd. “Oh, Sherlock, are you having a bad day too?”

“Just. Say it?” There was definitely an edge to his voice. He sounded harried, worn. Trying to be cheerful, though. He did that. You look sad when you think he can’t see you.

“Yes, Sherlock, I love you, you prat. You know that. You and John are family.”

A small sound on the other end of the line, almost like Sherlock was going to cry.

She rubbed a hand over her eyes. “Oh, hon. Listen, go find Mrs. Hudson and get her to make you a cup of tea, all right? See if John can bring Rosie by later, chat a bit. I know things have been tough lately.”

“You have no idea.” There’s a startling fervency in Sherlock’s voice. “Molly…just…Thank you.”

“Of course. Stop over at work for lungs, later. I’ve got some nice fresh ones.”

“Right. Bye.” Still breathless, but he sounded heartened, a bit. She put down the phone and smiled a little; used her heel to rub Toby’s head gently as he butted up against her trouser leg. It was a good thing he’d called her, if he was that badly off. Talking to a friend always did make things feel better.

[hawksmoor17]

If this scene legitimately happened in any context outside of EMP this is exactly how it would go down. My heart hurts.

[twomenofnote]

An Accidental Love Story Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

“You told me you would keep him safe!” Sherlock snarls as he bursts through the door of Mycroft’s office.

“And I did, of course,” says the older Holmes impassively, not even looking up from the file he was reading.

“The man is locked up in prison as we speak––in danger of losing everything he has worked hard for his whole life––is that really the best you can do?” Sherlock scoffs.

Mycroft finally looks up, staring at Sherlock as though he had grown an extra pair of limbs.

“And what would you have me do, Sherlock, hm? Magically make the murder case disappear? Make his enemies suspicious? My, my––sentiment has made you rather slow, brother mine.”

Sherlock remains quiet, walking over to the large aquarium facing Mycroft’s desk. Sherlock always thought the thing looked gaudy––but he had to admit, watching the Discus fishes swim by was almost relaxing. Almost.

“Morko,” Sherlock utters, apropos of nothing.

“Morko Pharmaceuticals,” Mycroft adds. “Founded by Jim Moriarty and Evelyn Korkovich in 2010. Almost as big as John’s own biotech company––Gladstone Labs.”

“The two companies have stayed out of each other’s hair for years,” Mycroft continues. “But 18 months ago, John’s team of scientists discovered something groundbreaking. Very top secret. Something that Moriarty wants to get his hands on. We’re still trying to figure out what it is, unfortunately.”

“What have you got so far?” Sherlock asks.

“Just a code name,” Mycroft reveals. “Iditarod.”

Sherlock smiles. He removes his phone from his breast pocket, opens a photo, and places it on Mycroft’s desk.

“Yes, I already know Iditarod is a historic trail system in Alaska and that they have an annual sled dog race. Why am I looking at this?” Mycroft frowns. It’s a photo of Malamutes and Siberian Huskies.

“Think about physical stamina, Mycroft,” Sherlock begins. “Something that you greatly lack.”

“Get to the point, Sherlock. I don’t have all day,” Mycroft rolls his eyes.

“Human beings are absurdly frail, dear brother,” the younger Holmes explains. “When under a certain amount of stress, our muscle cells leak out bits of enzymes and proteins––a sign of cell damage. A Malamute’s cells can get damaged, of course, but––”

“Ah…obvious,” Mycroft interrupts, realization dawning.

“A Malamute’s muscle cells can get damaged but their bodies have the uncanny ability to reprogram,” Mycroft grins, pleased that he was able to catch on quickly. “Sled dogs can run an unforgiving race and injure their muscle cells but as they keep repeating the same exercise, their cells––in just a matter of days––learn how to not get injured.”

“Exactly,” Sherlock grins back. “Their cells learn to adapt, giving them the stamina to run for days without rest.”

“Are you seriously telling me that John Watson and his scientists have discovered a way to replicate this process in the human body––and that we now all have a shot at having superhuman endurance?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” Sherlock smirks. “I thought you were omniscient.”

“Contrary to what you might believe, there are many things in this world I’m not privy to,” Mycroft admits, rising from his chair. 

“That’s disappointing,” Sherlock teases. “I was rather hoping you could tell me why Moriarty is going to great lengths just to ruin John Watson’s life.”

“There have been rumors––” Mycroft muses, pacing around his office like he usually does when deep in thought, “––that Morko Pharmaceuticals is just a front––that Moriarty’s real business is acting as a biotech consultant––to terrorist groups, assassin organizations, rogue governments, you name it.”

“If that’s true,” Sherlock murmurs, “if that’s true then of course––of course he would want Iditarod. Imagine if he could sell superhuman endurance. He’d have the world’s most dangerous people wrapped around his finger.”

“Perhaps this is all an elaborate ploy to corner John into giving Moriarty full access to Iditarod,” Mycroft shares. “John’s freedom and reputation in exchange for intellectual property rights.”

Sherlock sags as he sinks into one of Mycroft’s office chairs.

“I need to help him, Mycroft,” Sherlock exhales, trying to imagine a life without John Watson and failing. “I need to know what to do.”

Mycroft looks at his brother, trying to read his face. What he finds there makes him break into a sad smile. He shrugs his shoulders and returns to sitting at his desk.

“We’re the Holmes brothers, Sherlock,” Mycroft assures, flipping through the file he was reading earlier.

“We’ll save John Watson.”

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Thank you for reading!! I’d like to credit this really cool Live Science article for helping me write this chapter lolol.

Update: Part 8 is up!

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