the very last scene from Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01
you will be full of feelings. —- This . Fic . Is . Great . —-
Sometimes, not even John can deal with Sherlock’s flair for dramatics.
Sherlock: wingsunfurled
John: exlibrisdormio (dA)
Photos/Gif by isidarify
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Fluffy and romantic Johnlock oneshot:
Summary: The silence left Sherlock feeling shaken and empty. He felt some residual mystery clattering away inside of him and echoing throughout his body begging to be seized and bound by comprehension. Sherlock turned his back on John’s door and descended the stairs to the living room once more.
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Hey, Sherlockians—want to play a game? A slightly nutty and obsessive but who are we kidding, that’s what we’re here for game?
It’s been a week since The Reichenbach Fall aired. Fans have nearly wrung the episode dry looking for clues and hints about how Sherlock survived. There are a billion theory fragments out there, but they still need to be put together.
Are you brave enough to try? If so, let’s hear your complete theory of what happened from the beginning to the end of Sherlock’s plan to cheat death.
THE RULES:
- Make it as complete as you can. Try not to cheat and leave big gaps in the theory. Even if it means filling holes with things like Sherlock sliding down the neck of a feral giraffe.
- The point isn’t to be right, but rather to just be fearless and go for it. So don’t be wishy-washy. Instead of saying “and then this happened, or maybe this, or possibly that” just choose your favorite alternative and act like it’s the definitive truth.
- You can write your theory, draw it, use screenshots, act it out with puppets… anything that makes you happy.
- Tag your theory post with #REICHENBACH A TO Z so the rest of us can find it.
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If I am going to ask people to do silly things, naturally I know I must be willing to go first. So you’ll find my best attempt at replicating my current Reichenbach headcanon in the photoset above. Some of the points are based on what I think is solid logic. Others are probably more about what I wish was true. And I expect even in a best-case scenario there’s quite a lot wrong or missing, because that’s just how these things go. But I did my best to follow my own rule and treat every point of the theory as if it were definitely correct.
Some of my ideas are… non-standard… so here’s a reference list of other posts and reblogs from my Tumblr which explain some of the sub-theories more fully:
- The homeless network was on the scene, and the person by the bench was in on it.
- Sherlock’s plan was literally a series of magic tricks.
- The Pink Suitcase Theory: A laundry bin was used to catch Sherlock. There is also a follow-up post in which it I discussed how it could just as easily have been a rubbish bin—or maybe even some other object if you can think of a good reason.
- If you haven’t seen fandom’s discussion of why distance and physics make it impossible for Sherlock to have landed in the truck itself, you should check it out.
- The guy on the bike hit John on purpose. That post also explains why I call him the BMX Bandit. (Hint: No one stopped me. Also, Sherlock is now Angel Summoner and together they fight crime. You know it makes sense.)
- Sherlock’s out-of-character moment was intentionally hyperventilating on the roof.
- Sherlock used the rubber ball he was playing with in the lab to stop the pulse in his arm.
- At the last moment, Sherlock switched places with an accomplice—that wasn’t him being taken into St. Bart’s.
- I am strangely obsessed with the red phone box, but it does kind of make sense as the only place to hide temporarily in that setting.
- I tend to think Molly’s role in the plan was less of a crazy ninja accomplice and more of a mortician. Since she’s a mortician and all. Note that this does not reduce her awesomeness.
So that’s what I think happened. For now. Until somebody else plays the game and convinces me otherwise.
Or if nobody else wants to play, I’ll just stand over here feeling
awkward wrongbrave.———
UPDATE: People are playing, and there is now a master list. If you’d like to submit your Reichenbach A to Z post for the list, go here.
Time for some shameless self promotion now that everyone is out on Christmas break:
Summary: Benedict and Martin wake up to find themselves inexplicably in the world of Sherlock. They meet their modern interpretations of the characters face to face and madness ensues: the blending of reality and fiction, a race against Moriarty to keep the worlds from falling into interdimensional chaos and a love story that transcends the boundless spacetime continuum.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 19
Warnings: Sexual content (Johnlock only)
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Can we just appreciate how in sync John and Sherlock are? The other moment I like is at the beginning of Hounds when the doorbell rings and both of them shout “Client!” Together. So I admit that BBC’s Watson isn’t as perceptive as Elementary’s, but he is catching on to some key things. What’s nice about the distinction is that in the BBC version you have John accepting Sherlock pretty much wholeheartedly. He gets that Sherlock is a difficult man, but he doesn’t mind. In Elementary you get Joan who refuses to let Sherlock retreat into himself and repress his weaknesses. In either case the duo makes a lovely team. And no matter how you slice it, John and Joan are the heart while both Sherlocks are the brains. You can’t have one without the other.
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43/100 Photos of John Watson
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Sherlock eyed the glimmering bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from across the room. It had been a gift from one of John’s lady friends and the doctor had left it on the kitchen counter waiting for a special occasion to roll around to drink it.
Sherlock was bored. Lestrade hadn’t called him with a case for weeks and he was starting to feel himself unravel. John was at the surgery and god forbid Sherlock should ever follow him there while he was working or John would make good on his threat to go through every inch of the flat and find all of Sherlock’s experiments and make sure they’d never be seen again. Sherlock was always surprised and infinitely irked by how undeniable a power the threat held over him; it made him behave.
Huffing petulantly, Sherlock sprang up from the armchair and booked it to the kitchen entirely resolved to drink down every last goddamn drop of wine because at least then he’d be a drunken basket case and not a bored one.