#blindlock

[birdifulhuman]

blind sherlock by Em_Maculate on tiktok.

these guys make me so ill, i tell you. NEED to write something for this

[helloliriels]

THE BLIND BAKER

(for the love of God, somebody write it!)

[tricksterchris]

“You don't know how frightening it can get...” Blind Sherlock. I must thank @mechanizedmagnesium for the idea and the quotes, because I’m a uninspired piece of garbage. Mag is the best~

[iamjohnlocked4life]

Through A Different Lens

So it’s 1:30 a.m. where I live as I’m typing this, and there are currently less than 12 hours until TLD airs, and yes, I am furiously trying to finish up a meta for TST before exhaustion takes me. Yes, I am insane. And yes, again the things I am going to analyse may not be new to the fandom, but I know I literally will not be able to sleep tonight if I don’t get them out. So here we are.

People have been writing metas about the ocular devices in TST since the trailers. Heck, probably before then but I didn’t follow setl0ck so I can’t be sure. And there is The Theory That Shall Not Be Named *cough*blindlock*cough* that will probably keep me up tonight if writing this meta doesn’t do the trick. But rewatching TST for the ?th time made me notice something I hadn’t before: the order in which these ocular devices are shown on screen. From the beginning then:

This is the first shot after the Tale of Samarra being told over the surreal footage of Sherlock walking through the aquarium. We’ve just seen the s3 recap and the D-Notice scene, setting us up for the altered footage we may be encountering, the “official” story. Already we’ve seen things through an altered lens: the Magnussen shooting, through the fabricated lens of a sniper. So after the credits sequence and the creepy fairytale, ending with the line “Because,” said Death, “I had an appointment with you tonight... in Samarra.” we transition with a shark swimming up the screen to Billy the skull wearing... this. I don’t really know what it’s supposed to be, but it seems to be some sort of antique magnification device, made up like spectacles. Sure, the death tale, the large external screws, and the fact that it’s on Billy the skull all feel a bit ominous, but it’s probably nothing, right guys? Moving right along.

Next we have this lovely domestic shot of our crime fighting trio back at it again! sorry I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit On the desk there are two ocular devices: a large magnifying glass on a curved handle in the foreground, and a pair of spectacles of some sort on the far edge. Let’s take a closer look:

Yep, right next to John’s laptop where he’s updating his jpg blog, we’ve got some pretty snazzy shades. They kinda look like bug-eye lenses or kaleidoscope glasses. IDK, trippy af. Any chance we can see them in action?

Thanks, Sherlock! Okay, maybe they’re more like mini magnifying glass binoculars. Theoretically they’re helping Sherlock analyse that thumb? Or maybe he’s just spacing out. 

When we cut to the wide shot as he lowers his specs, we see a new magnifying glass has appeared at his side. It’s even bigger than the curved dildo handheld one on his table! Hm, his magnifying devices seem to multiplying, and increasing in size and scope. Surely nothing to worry about though. He just likes having an extra-close look-see. True, we haven’t seen him use his microscope or his classic tiny slide-open magnifying glass, but that’s probably because he’s become a collector of odd, eccentric ocular devices in the hours? days? since he was released from his top secret suicide mission and he wants to try out all his new olde tyme toys. I mean it only makes sense!

Well, that’s better. Sure, it’s a new pair of dual lens magnifying binocular thingies, but at least they’re not a giant oversized classic Holmes magnifying glass. That’d just be goofy. Odd that they’re so similar to the black ones we saw in the last scene but clearly different; wouldn’t it be easier to have fewer pairs of these things lying about? Easier to keep track of? Oh right, collector! Carry on.

Pan to: The Duplicate Man. How could Dennis Parkinson be in two places at the same time? And murdered in one of them? Don’t be an idiot John, it’s never twins! Certainly not with visual cues like dual lens glasses lying on top of the photos of this “duplicate” man. That’d just be overkill.

Phew! No new ocular devices! Maybe the flea market was all out? Though the giant magnifying glass has moved to the desk, showing us it’s in use, and making it bigger and more prominent. We’ll see it become even bigger in the scene where Lestrade tells Sherlock about the Welsborough case:

Yeah, I watched this scene about a dozen times and this is meant to be the magnifying glass, reflecting John and Greg while he sits there with his eyes closed. The lens transitions to and from the scenes that Greg describes, but when we look at the wide shot, we can see how forced and superimposed the giant close up of the lens is. 

Oh good, there’s another magnifying lens in the foreground, next to Sherlock’s microscope. Nice to see him really immerse himself in his newfound hobby! One thing we can say about this guy: he loves his magnification devices. But I wonder... with his ever increasing collection of every increasing magnification, might he become...myopic? A little too detail-oriented? 

Well, I don’t want to go too deep into the minutiae of what this all means, because I do need to sleep, dear lord, and there’s no way thinking about Sherlock’s beautiful eyes desperately trying to see what’s in front of his face and failing this lovely antique roadshow collection is going to help with that. But Sherlock’s got one more gem he’d like to share with you from his expansive collection, and he’s saved the best for last: 

In fact, for one of the very last scenes of the episode. Ah, home sweet home. Back at the flat again with good old trusty giant magnifying glass at his side table, glasses of some sort on his desk, and oh? What’s this? Actual binoculars at the window. Not magnifying devices for examining things up close, but for looking out at things that are far away. Getting some perspective. Taking in the big picture. What scene is this again? Oh yeah, the one where Sherlock turns to Mrs Hudson and tells her “If you ever think I’m becoming a bit... full of myself, cocky or over-confident... would you just say the word ‘Norbury’ to me?” 

But you know, I’m sure that’s just a coincidence. 

Phew! It is SO past my bedtime. Tagging people who may be interested in my meta: @heimishtheidealhusband @may-shepard @roseinmyhand @monikakrasnorada @hopelesslybenaddicted @queenmab3 @hotdiggitydollie @inevitably-johnlocked @just-sort-of-happened @jenna221b @mollydobby @justacookieofacumberbatch @sherlock-overflow-error @alexxphoenix42 @delurkingdetective @the-7-percent-solution @deducingbbcsherlock @datmycroft @tendergingergirl @isitandwonder @keagan-ashleigh @totallymydivision @simpleanddestructivechemistry @waitingforgarridebs @marcespot @tjlcer @ordinaryangel @bcdthomp @thetripbacktoearth

Thank you to Ariane DeVere for always providing such detailed transcripts to the fandom! 

T-9 HOURS YOU GUYS I CAN’T

[mormorprompts]

All his life Sebastian had always put his brother first, even if he hadn't fully realised that. After all Severin needed to be taken care of and it has always been like this - Sebastian taking care of his younger, blind brother. It didn't even feel like they were brothers to Sebastian anymore as he practically raised the kid.As long as he was  in the army he was able to keep Sev living in fairly good conditions, but even the best sniper couldn't abuse orders forever. After he was discharged everything went downhill. No one would hire him when he had dishonourable discharge written all over his cv, so he kept himself to small robberies and other jobs for criminal part of London. Not wanting to put Severin in danger, he had never shown his full abilities, nor had he taken any bigger job. He even screwed things up from time to time just to stay known as average. The money he was making weren't big, just barely enough to get them tiny flat consisting of one room and a kitchen, but they were getting by.Living like this was taking its toll on Sebastian, though. He found himself growing more and more frustrated, controlling his temper was beginning to seem impossible and scenes from Afghanistan were always in the back of his head no matter how hard he tried to get rid of them. He knew he was a classic example of a ptsd, but he was managing to make it slip unnoticed by anyone. It wasn't like Sebastian had been very social, anyway. And now was spending less time with Sev, not wanting to accidentally lash out on his brother. It wasn't Sev’s fault after all. He was at the same pub as always, sitting through another evening. It was a shithole, but he was already known there and they were never asking any questions, no matter how badly battered or drunk Sebastian was. He appreciated it. He sat alone at far end of the counter and sipped on his beer, trying not to think about anything and get as close to relaxing as he could.

[mormorprompts]

(blindlock)Jim (18) didn’t really know why he started being friends with Sebastian. Frankly he was surprised that Sebastian liked him in the first place, as Jim was known as the blind, rude kid who turned everyone down with his blunt way of being. Jim was never bothered by this opinion, he was finding most of people painfully boring anyway. It was much more convenient when they didn’t approach him at all. Still Sebastian was somewhat different. It wasn’t the easiest of friendships, though, as Jim was possessive and uncertain, not liking the fact that Sebastian was fairly popular and liked in school. Jim was an odd boy. He was unbelievably confident and smart, capable of manipulating everyone, but deep inside he was convinced that he was broken and he expected Sebastian to bail to his other friends any time soon. This night Jim was in bad mood, as it was the night when Sebastian was out with his friends. Jim was always turning down Sebastian’s invitations, not liking the large crowds and being even less fond of Sebastian’s other friends. So Jim was spending his evening on the sofa in his flat, reading one of his Chemistry books. He knew he shouldn’t expect Sebastian’s visit tonight, the would be partying until late hours. He traced the pages as he read, quite enjoying the feeling of paper under his fingers, though he was finding it hard to actually focus on the book.

[kerochan85]

[Blind!lock] Where the hell did you put my white cane, you idiot? SH

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like johnlock, mystrade, and kidlock.

You: [Blind!lock] Where the hell did you put my white cane, you idiot? SH

Stranger: It's on the sofa, where you left it. JW

You: Shit. -SH

Stranger: What? JW

You: I sat on it. -SH

Stranger: Ah. JW

You: I'm an idiot. -Sh

Stranger: Sometimes, yeah. JW

You: You're really a comedian, JOhn. -SH

Stranger: I know. Really hilarious. JW

Stranger: Lol. JW

You: Har har. I'm laughing. -SH

You: Lol? John, how juvenile can you be? SH

Stranger: Your audio software must have sounded hilarious saying lol. JW

You: No, really. -SH It sounded like... a fart. -SH

Stranger: Nah. Pffbrt would sound like a fart. JW

You: Don't ever try to write something like that again, John. -SH I almost went deaf. -SH

Stranger: I heard a chuckle. JW

You: No, I'm not chuckling. -SH

Stranger: No, but you're trying very hard not to. JW

You: I can't try very hard to do something I am not doing, John. -SH

Stranger: Hush. I'm hilarious and you know it. JW

You: Yes, yes. -SH You should be on the telly. -SH

Stranger: I really should. With my own show. JW

Stranger: What My Dickhead Flatmate Did This Week. JW

You: You can't say bad words on national TV, John. -SH

Stranger: I can after the watershed. JW

You: You're impossible. -Sh

You: Fart sond and all. -SH

Stranger: Pppfbbbbbbbrrrrrrt. JW

You: That's it. -SH Hope you like toasted jumpers. -SH

Stranger: This will provide great material for my sketch show. JW

You: What if I blow you? SH

Stranger: What? JW

You: I knew a blunt line would make you forgive to be "funny". -SH

Stranger: I'm always funny. JW

You: I was told that being funny everywhere it's not a good thing. -SH

Stranger: You could start by being funny somewhere. JW

You: I am funny. -SH

Stranger: When? JW

You: I make you laugh when I insult Anderson. -SH

Stranger: Well, that's funny. JW

Stranger: But it's not you being funny. JW

You: You laughed when I tried to ask you out. -SH

Stranger: What? When? JW

You: Yesterday. -SH

You: I asked if you wanted to come to the morgue with me, and you just laughed. -SH

Stranger: Oh. Well, it was five in the morning. JW

You: But I never implied I wanted to go out at Five in the morning. -SH

Stranger: You were implying it. JW

You: I was not. -SH

You: I even borrowed candles from Angelo. -SH

Stranger: For the morgue? JW

You: Yes. -Sh

Stranger: Why candles? JW

You: A romantic breakfast somewhere secluded. -SH

Stranger: [Delay] You were seriously asking me out? JW

You: Yes. -SH

Stranger: On a date? JW

You: No, on a mission to kill every single human being alive with a demonic chant. -Sh Of course ofr a date, you blind idiot. -SH

Stranger: A tad hypocritical there. JW

Stranger: And you asked me whether I wanted to go to the morgue. I don't associate the morgue with dating! JW

Stranger: And candles in a morgue... Little bit demonic. JW

You: I was being sarcastic, John. -SH

Stranger: Right. JW

You: And I can call you a blind idiot. -Sh I'm the one with the visual impairment, and you can't even see I was asking you out. -SH

Stranger: Usually when you ask someone out it's obvious. JW

You: I was being obvious. -SH

You: I even winked!. -SH

Stranger: I thought you had something in your eye! JW

Stranger: But anyway, you wink a lot. JW

You: Good grief, you're impossible. -Sh Ond oblivious. -SH

Stranger: If you want to ask me out on a date, make it obvious. JW

You: Go On a date with me. -Sh

Stranger: Okay. JW

You: I winked too, see? [attached picture.. .Close up of Sherlock's feet] -SH

Stranger: No, actually. JW

You: I think I just sent you a picture of my face, winking. .-SH

Stranger: Not quite. JW

You: Oh. What was then? -SH

Stranger: It was your feet. JW

You: Crap. -SH

You: Let me try again. -SH

You: [attached picture... Close up of Sherlock's nostril] -Sh

Stranger: Better. JW

You: Did you saw the wink? SH

Stranger: No, but you are going to sneeze any minute. JW

You: Why? SH

You: Have you managed a timed-release contraption that free an allergen into the flat? SH ohhh, You're sexy when you think, John. -Sh

Stranger: I hate to disappoint, but it's sweet off you to call me sexy. JW

You: You are sexy whne you get that average brain working, John. -SH

You: when*

Stranger: That's not that much of a turn on. JW

You: For me it is. -Sh

Stranger: You telling me I have an average brain. JW

You: OH. -SH

You: You that that everyone compared to me is average. -SH

Stranger: I do know that. JW

You: You are average, John, but you're not boring as they are. -SH

Stranger: Well, that's something. JW

You: You can't be boring, even when you nag me for eating. -SH

Stranger: That's almost sweet of you. JW

Stranger: Which makes it sweet. JW

You: Sucrose, fructose, Agave Nectar. -SH

Stranger: Not that sort of sweet. JW

You: See? I can be funny too. -Sh

Stranger: You can be. JW

You: I just showed you!. -SH

Stranger: That's why I said you can be. JW

You: Okay. -Sh

Stranger: Alright. JW

You: So, are we going to the morgue? SH

Stranger: No. JW

You: But you said... -Sh

Stranger: Not to the morgue. JW

Stranger: Somewhere else. JW

Stranger: Somewhere romantic . JW

You: The Yard? SH

Stranger: No! JW

You: I was joking John. -SH

Stranger: Somewhere else. JW

You: 221B is, then. -SH

Stranger: How about Angelos? JW

Stranger: Or that. JW

You: We'll stay in. -SH I guess I can teach the dog to serve us. -SH

Stranger: Or we could just order in. JW

Stranger: Give your dog a night off. JW

You: Gladstone like to help. -Sh

Stranger: He's not serving us. JW

Stranger: He's getting a night of treats and cuddles. JW

You: I want treats and cuddles. _SH

You: He can have the food. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, be nice to your pup. JW

You: I am nice to him, John. -SH I even fed him your bones. .-Sh

Stranger: And what treats do you want? JW

You: A kiss? SH

Stranger: I'll think about it. JW

You: I want them. _SH

You: NOw. -SH

You: ONot now, because unless you're hidden behind the door you can't actually kiss me. -SH

Stranger: I'll kiss now, but you won't be there to receive it. JW

Stranger: Mwah. JW

You: You're a bad bad man, John Hamish Watson. -SH

Stranger: Oh, I know. JW

Stranger: Mwah. JW

You: You don't deserve candles. -Sh

Stranger: But I do. Mwah mwah. JW

You: You sound whiny. -SH

You: My phone sound whiny when he read your text. -Sh

Stranger: Adorable. JW

You: Who? SH

Stranger: Me, obviously. JW

You: IN an headgeoggy way. -SH

Stranger: What?! JW

You: You are hedgehoggy. -SH Adorable as an hedgehog. -Sh It's a word, I swear. -SH

Stranger: That's not a word. JW

You: It is. -SH

Stranger: You're so cute. JW

You: If you look it up on the dictionary, you'll find Hedgehoggy next to a picture of you. -Sh

Stranger: That's because you've scribbled all over the dictionary. JW

You: Not really. -Sh

Stranger: Little bit. JW

You: I wrote on it. -SH

Stranger: A lot. JW

You: To prove I was right. -Sh

Stranger: You drew my picture and wrote hedgehoggy. JW

You: Okay. I admit doing it. -SH

Stranger: It's a little bit obvious. JW

You: Why? SH you usually don't call me out. -SH

Stranger: This is cute. JW

You: What's cute? SH

Stranger: You. JW

You: I'm not cute. -Sh I'm fierce, misterious. -Sh

You: NOT CUTE -SH

Stranger: You're so cute. JW

Stranger: Adorabble. JW

Stranger: I just want to snuggle you. JW

You: I'm not adorable as well. -SH Fierce.

Stranger: Of course. You're very fierce. JW

You: You're being sarcastic. -Sh

Stranger: Little bit. JW

You: Don't know why I love you. -Sh

Stranger: Because I'm fantastic. JW

You: And really humble as well. -Sh

Stranger: Fantastic. JW

You: Modest. -SH

Stranger: Just like you. JW

You: I am the perfect picture of humble. -SH

Stranger: Of course you are, my love. JW

You: Sarcasm, again. -Sh

Stranger: Yep. Now are you still on the sofa? JW

You: Yes. -SH Can't really go around. -Sh

Stranger: Be there in a moment. JW

You: Thanks. -SH

Stranger: John was grinning as he clattered down the stairs. "Hello, you," he said with a chuckle as he flopped on the sofa next to Sherlock. "Still pouting?"

You: Sherlock felt the sofa dipping, and tensed, fearing it was someone else invading his personal space. Hearing John was a relief.  "'m Not pouting" said the brunette, pouting.

Stranger: With a smile, John stretched over and tucked himself next to Sherlock. "Of course. You never pout." He nuzzled into the other man's neck and laughed.

You: Even blind, Sherlock somehow managed to look both offended and pleased at the same time. "A comedian. I'll date a comedian, HOw happy" He dead panned.

Stranger: "I'm glad you're pleased." John was beaming and he leant up to kiss Sherlock's cheek. When he pulled away, he glanced down. "Hmm... I think Gladstone's jealous."

You: "Gladstone isn't jealous, John" argued Sherlock, after trying to put John in a more desirable position so he could borrow himself in his jumper.

Stranger: "I think Gladstone wants a kiss too," John teased, ruffling Sherlock's hair and moving as though he was going to pull away.

You: Sherlock just hug him tighter, to stop him from going away. "You're not a zoophiliac, John. Kiss me instead. I'm a good boy too!"

Stranger: John laughed and snuggled closer to Sherlock. He kissed the man's cheek. "You're not a good boy. You vandalise dictionaries."

You: Sherlock just pouted, and snuggled even further, choosing to hide his face in the crook of John's neck, instead of deigning John with a vocal answer.

Stranger: "Adorable." John combed his fingers through Sherlock's hair and kissed the top of his head. "So adorable. My little cutie."

You: The detective scoffed, and decided to just pinch John to shut him up. "'mn not a cutthie" was murmured against the jumper.

Stranger: John yelped, but then he grinned and reached down a hand to tickle Sherlock's side. "Not just any cutie. My cutie."

You: Sherlock smiled, trying to keep the giggles at bay. "Stop it, John" he said, somehow not very convincing "You know giggles are reserved to crime scenes"

Stranger: With a chuckle, John just continued to tickle him. "There's no limit on giggles," he said. "You're not just adorable at crime scenes."

You: "Idiot" Sherlock managed to say in between the giggles. He then turned around and gave John a small chaste kiss on the lips.

Stranger: John smiled and gently kissed him back, sliding his arms around Sherlock's waist.

You have disconnected.

[luckydecay]

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