Are the sails black or white?

imjohnlocked:

John, you’re going to get stabbed by an umbrella one day

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prettyarbitrary:

roseclear:

There’s something about Irene in this scene. As she says later on, John’s been gone for hours. She’s been all that time, until nightfall, safe in Sherlock’s flat with Sherlock himself, even though he doesn’t notice her presence for some time. She might’ve been around their apartment once in a while, but by her clothing she clearly hasn’t left. And once he breaks from his concentration, a sort of light comes into her eyes, they come alive, and a confession slips out. This is perhaps the first time Irene doesn’t make the conversation all about sex, or Sherlock for that matter. In that moment, when she asks “is it nice?”, there seems to be a sad resignation to her current form of living, but deep down a kind hope for a normal life, where her record is set straight and she can be, truly, free.

This post gave me a lot of emotions, all jumbled up. I agree - there’s something wonderful about this scene. Irene’s so much softer, so much more real. She’s always unapologetically and completely herself, but there’s a lot of artifice in the work she’s done. A lot of makeup and masks and being what she’s being paid to be, so many things along those lines. But here - this scene just really got to me. She let her hair down, and look what happened.

Thank you so much for posting this up tonight. It really made me smile. 

Actually I consider this her moment of greatest artifice.  She’s put all this work into getting at Sherlock, and now she “lets the walls come down.”  Except she doesn’t, not really. She’s conning him, turning her truth and vulnerability and personhood into a weapon.  This is her penultimate seduction.

Of course it doesn’t quite work, because he’s playing the game too.  Neither of them wins here.  Not till the end, when he finds he doesn’t have it in him to let her die in Pakistan.

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thegirlwhocan:

#I feel as though this sums up their personalities quite well

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jinxiedoll:

kelseydivesin:

My favorite conversation ever between two people who aren’t listening to a thing the other person says.

Agreed.

#this is the whole show

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mrshudsontookmyskull:

tugamaggie:

veirdessa:

I have a feeling that John just really enjoys pissing Mycroft off

“Well thank god you’re above all that”

And in that moment Mycroft knew

goddammit there are two of them now

slytherlocked:

Awesome Sherlock Women Appreciation Project → Sarah Sawyer

Sarah. BAMF Sarah. Rewatching The Blind Banker made me remember just how much I loved her during series one. I mean, just look at her. Downing a guy with a huge saber with little more than a baton and throwing off Sherlock’s caustic irritation at her questions with her own flippant responses. Sarah is a powerhouse: strong, brave, tolerant, forgiving, patient. And I don’t think I’m stretching anything with those last two statements since, really, what other person would get kidnapped by an organized criminal syndicate and then continue to date the person who landed her in that situation for a month after. We might only get to see a glimpse of her, but it’s enough to see why her name is the first one on the tip of Sherlock’s tongue when it comes to John’s girlfriends.

After all, I bet none of the others ever saved his life.

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sternhagel:

 #I have now seen Sherlock Holmes fall flat on his face out of bed  #My life is complete

#still wondering how Martin did not giggle after opening the door and seeing that #or maybe he did #and there’s about 25 takes of Benedict just throwing himself over the edge of the bed and getting more and more bruised while Martin just cackles everytime 

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A Scandal in Belgravia: the parallels

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