“This is your heart”

“And you should never let it rule your head”

“You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you’ve worked for”

“But you just couldn’t resist it, could you?”

“I’ve always assumed that love was a dangerous disadvantage”

“Thank you for the final proof.”

Moftiss: The antis were right all along. I want you to tell anyone who will listen to you… that we created BBC Sherlock for our own non-gay purposes.

Us: Ok, shut up, Moftiss, shut up. The first time we met. The first time we met, you knew all about the lack of gay representation in the media and the desperately unspoken relationship between John and Sherlock.

Moftiss: Nobody could be that clever.


The bomb that is set to detonate in The Empty Hearse can only go off after The Final Problem because that’s the natural order of stories in Doyle’s canon.  First The Final Problem, where Sherlock Holmes stories end and the world grieves and protests.  Then The Empty House where our hero is reunited with his Watson. We got the Empty Hearse before the Final Problem, therefore what was in there must be revisited in the correct order.  In The Empty Hearse we saw a bomb about to go off. It was hidden in a detached train car – “The Lost Special”.  It was magically detached from the rest of the train and hidden beneath Sumatra Road. 

“The Roads we walk have demons beneath, and yours have been waiting for a very long time.”

Sherlock prefers “Death in Sumatra” instead of “Death in Samarra”.  In Sumatra, the lost special is waiting to drop a bomb. It’s been waiting for a very long time.  

When anyone tries to argue that it wasn’t queerbaiting, because Mofftiss told numerous times that John and sherlock will never be together or it was never a love story..You know what Mofftiss sounds like?

It sounds like telling the entire world that you don’t intend selling potatoes but you actually have a multi-million dollar industry which sells potato crisps.

You know what i love the most about elementary? The diversity
Not only Joan being an asian woman , Mrs. Hudson being a transgender woman and Marcus being a Black man, but every episode there is. You see a chinese student, a muslim black woman being a waitress, a gay latino… And its natural. Im aware thats not perfect always but i like How they put a effort to create a diverse universe

Ah yes, Eurus, the super-smart woman that could figure out anything by spending an hour on social media. 

The woman who put the fear of god into Mark Gatiss. 

The woman who was too clever, who Gatiss punished for the sake of security.

The woman who can sway anyone with her words.   

The woman who understands everything. 

The only person awake. 

Sound familiar?

sherlock bbc is kinda like that harry potter fanfiction that updates once a month yet the chapters are still enjoyable. but then after awhile they should’ve stopped at chapter 10 but they drag it on, it gets worse and in their notes it’s like, “i should’ve stopped awhile back but here’s Voldemorts backstory before he got pregnant xoxo!!!”


Or close the wall up with our English dead. Set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, hold hard the breath and build up every spirit to his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof. And you, good yeoman, whose limbs were made in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us swear that you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not. For there is none of you so mean and base, that hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you standing like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start. The game’s afoot.

january 29th. nothing out of the ordinary. tjlc collectively sighs, takes off our tinfoil hats, some disappointed and others expectant. we go on netflix, tumblr, youtube, everywhere just to escape for a bit. our screens flicker. did you. must be a connectivity issue. keeps flickering. miss me? you hear the neighbors complaining through the walls, the newscaster is unsure of what to do as his teleprompter freezes up. the flickering increases, static and glitchy, and oh. could it be? andrew scott faces the screen, a manic grin on his face, “did you miss me? did you miss me? did you miss me?” the bastards did it, by god they did it. you pull out your phone; the same face. did you miss me? you can’t dial anything. your alarm clock has the words scrolling rapidly across its screen in stiff letters; did you miss me? did you miss me? you run downstairs to your family. your mother is in the kitchen. it’s andrew scott in a wig. “did you miss me, dear?” your sister is doing homework at the table, but it’s andrew scott again, carving ‘did you miss me’ into the wood. the dog is andrew scott, naked, napping by the fire. oh shit. you run outside, thunder rolling overhead, only to glimpse andrew scott jogging past with short shorts and a sports bra. across the street, the 90 year old man shuffling his garbage to the curb is just andrew scott in a robe with a scowl. the secret is unraveling. somewhere, mark and steven are laughing and triumphant in their glee. the rug pull. never been done before. television history. the thunder says, “did you miss me?” you tilt your face up to the sky, letting yourself finally smile. you feel your face. it’s andrew’s. “did you miss me?” you whisper as the rain begins to fall.

welcome to the final problem.