A slightly more tumblr-friendly version of this picture, which you can get as a postcard (either mine or reapersun’s) in your swag bag if you attend the con!
Not today Justin
$LAYYYTER
ojovivo

izzy's playlists!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
h

ellievsbear
art blog(derogatory)
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
EXPECTATIONS

Andulka

bliss lane
tumblr dot com
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Today's Document

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Fai_Ryy
macklin celebrini has autism
sheepfilms

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from Malaysia

seen from Philippines
seen from Venezuela
seen from Kosovo
seen from France

seen from India

seen from Belarus
seen from United States

seen from Jamaica
seen from Philippines

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Nicaragua
seen from China
@sherlocksglassoftea
A slightly more tumblr-friendly version of this picture, which you can get as a postcard (either mine or reapersun’s) in your swag bag if you attend the con!
till death do us part // magazine edition series [x]
“hopefully it’ll be everything the audience wants”
S4 dropped its spaghetti
husbands <3
That thumbprint was not there when I examined the hall yesterday.
221b floor plan
Ok, here we fucking go:
thelostspecial.com has existed since the 31st (I believe, as just a solid black website). Yesterday, a header image appeared of Sherlock sitting across from Moriarty in TRF, with several messages hidden inside. Over the course of several hours, pages were added and removed, discoverable only by manually editing the url.
The message above was hidden in the source code of the page.
2 messages hidden in the header were “MISS ME?” in black on the TV and “40″ hidden in the wallpaper. The third alteration was a partial reflection of a creepy elephant. More on that in a second.
Some /messages only led to clues to figure out final pages. For example, /elephant led to a message that read “WHICH ONE?” /mary led to “Be more specific,” /marymoran to “Who?”, and /marymorstan to the cap of Mary with devil horns.
/tjlc and /johnlock loaded pages, unlike incorrect guesses, which would just be black with the header. At these 2 pages, an image w traffic cones read “404 Error” (4x04?)
At /cluedo, we got this image:
Many images were associated with character names and the episode finales, Moriarty-heavy, these were early on so it may have just been helping us figure out how to use the site.
At /black, there was a comment box where we could briefly communicate, which they seemed to interact with–someone mentioning norbury led to a /norbury page, for example, and I believe this is how they figured out we were “Stumped on 40” and, at the new /ineedaclue, told us “Go to the source. The real source.”
Other oddities included /januscars (cap of the logo), /old (the victorian baker street mantelpiece), /new (a hotel room bath in niagara falls), /coffee (Sherlock in ASIP drinking coffee with “WRONG WAY” superimposed over it), /dymm (moriarty on the picadilly circus screens), there are too many to cover here tbh.
At /solveme/, this message reads:
Which translates to the Henry V quote, I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. [The game’s afoot.]
So what’s with 13.9.16? Oddly enough, this is the day that the elephant, /murderousmary, was executed. The image that appeared at /murderousmary is here, it’s a smidge disturbing. More of a stretch,13.9.16 is also the date that Mark trashed a Grimm’s Fairy tales Reichenbach theory in the papers, and Moriarty says “every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain” at minute 40 of TRF.
CANON references to 40, which seems closer to accurate, appear in TFP and The Lost Special. There’s contingency over what the 40th story is, we’re between The Valley of Fear and The Second Stain (and the Red Headed League??) at the moment, which are all relevant.
TFP: In three days, on Monday next, matters will be ripe, and the Professor, with all the principal members of the gang, will be in the hands of the police. Then will come the greatest criminal trial of the century, the clearing up of over forty mysteries, and the rope for all of them–but if you move at all prematurely, you understand, they may slip out of our hands, even at the last moment.
THE LOST SPECIAL: A telegram sent at 6:40 reads ““To James Bland, Superintendent, Central L. & W. C., Liverpool. - Special passed here at 4:52, well up to time. - Dowster, St. Helens.“it’s the telegram that says the train was on schedule and on the appropriate line, right before it disappeared” (from @edwardhardwicke)
So far, the message in the source code reads:
You see, but you do not observe. I see you like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. Murderous Mary. (Every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain.) XXX.
Hmm. What appeared at /xxx, at the very end of the game?
Take it as you will.
The Script: make this face
Martin: nope, i'll do you one better
Moriarty be like: I WILL BURN… you a crappy DVD full of mixed messages.
Sherlock: Moriarty is definitely dead and i know exactly what he's going to do next
Narrator Voice: he did, in fact, not know what moriarty was about to do next. neither did the writers who hadn't planned anything in advance and pulled crazy edgelord's shutter island spin-off out of their asses as they went along
“oh my god he came, he really came, okay cool, play it cool, don’t want to look overeager and he’s already knocked, okay, just, mrs hudson will let us in, just give him a moment to, i dunno, adjust, don’t people like a moment to adjust, god he came, okay”
“this posh bastard, christ don’t look at him it’s not polite to stare, okay, play it cool, no need to look overeager, just take a moment to, you know, get my bearings here and then we’ll go up and have a look and i wonder what it would be like to live with him, probably my heart will stop doing that thing someday? probably”
oh but don’t forget to consider that this will still be their anniversary when they’re old and they’ve both gone grey and they’ve got knees that crack and callused, wrinkled hands, that someday the years they spent apart will seem like no more than a blip in their long, happy lives, that someday they will have worn rings for so long they’ll have forgotten what it was like not to wear one, what it was like not to wake up in bed together, what it was like to pass a mug of tea without an accompanying kiss. someday they’ll be old and weathered and their kisses will feel like ancient tradition, like a celebration of two long lives lived in pursuit of a best future side-by-side, and when the gunmetal gleam of cold stakeouts and dangerous cases has faded into a cushy sofa and a fireplace burning in the hearth with the sussex downs stretching long and shadowy and comforting outside their windows, they’ll still have this anniversary for their own. they’ll still have the 29th of january, circled on the calendar in a red crooked heart, and they’ll know that sometimes all it takes to change your life, to save your life, is a strange meeting with someone who sees you for you, and thinks you’re brilliant.
29th January: Nothing ever happens to me. But today, something did. Something happened.
and later they’ll go to angelo’s and play out their entire conversation again bc they’re losers but when john teasingly asks “do you have a boyfriend?” this time sherlock gets to blush and say “yes” i hate them