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Imagine: Sherlock loving that you still manage to be so innocent and happy even with all that you’ve seen helping him on cases. [x]

Sherlock: You’re smiling? You’re smiling after all of that?
Y/N: The case is over, Sherlock. It’s finished- we solved the case and now our work is done.
Sherlock: Oh… Right.
Y/N: So smile, Sherlock! Separate yourself from the case- from work, because right now we don’t have any cases.

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We’re not really allowed to make that many changes outside of the script, nor would I want to. Better men than me write the script. But… I know what you mean and I think that maybe the seeds of what we’re going into now was sown when I had that initial discussion with Steven.
—  “Outside of the script have you made changes to the character just because you know he’s on that journey? Benedict Cumberbatch on stage at Sherlocked 2016 - (From notes taken during the talk, so there might be slight errors in wording)

Insults from our favorite sociopath!

BTW everyone, especially my followers, I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting as much as I would like. School and extra curricular activities are really kicking my butt right now and I’m trying to create a better schedule for myself so my life isn’t so hectic. I’ll be including posting on here as something that should be part of my schedule at least twice a week. Don’t forget that I’m always open to suggestions for posts as well

What a funny thing hearing from a writer of this show.  Watching the special for the first time you don’t really know what they’re talking about, well, actually you DO know that he’s obviously talking about women when you’ve watched it attentively, but think about it.

What is he talking about? A conspiracy.

He’s saying that they will lose to them. Or with other words they can not longer deny it.

Why?

Because they we are right. And we are wrong. We always knew and we didn’t stop asking questions and they’re were always denying it, lying. But they were wrong. And we were right.


He’s actually saying that we, TJLC - The Johnlock Conspiracy- was always right and that they will confirm it eventually.

I’m terribly fond of the people on this job, and I’ve got some incredibly strong and close friendships from it, great loyal friendships and I think that does reflect in the work, in the ease with which we work with each other, definitely and it is like a family.
—  Benedict Cumberbatch on stage at Sherlocked 2016 - (From notes taken during the talk, so there might be slight errors in wording)

“Not you!” Sherlock screams for the second time after Greg entered the room, with a hysterical and unusual high voice.

Greg is terrified by Sherlock’s appearance - the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin and the limp hair - but he tries to calm down the detective though.
“Please Sherlock, it’s me, Greg. I just want to help, mate…”

“No,” Sherlock mumbles and suddenly turns away from Greg, with his hands pressed against his head. “No. No, it’s not you…not you…”

“Sherlock…”

Greg makes a hesitant step forward, reaches a hand out to Sherlock’s shaking shoulders.

And then it happens.

In the next second, Sherlock turns around quickly, and points a gun at Greg.
Greg stares into the barrel of the gun, everything seems to stop around him and he holds his breath and then he hears Sherlock scream somewhere and then

- he doesn’t really hear the shot.

He just feels a great pressure which throws him backwards. And he fells to the ground. Hard.
The world around him spins.
He can hear his own breath in his ears.
Can feel a dull throbbing in his right side. 

He coughs. 

He can’t breath properly. Something…something seems to strangle him…

“Greg!”

Is this Sherlock’s voice?

“Oh God, Greg, stay with me! What have I done, I’m sorry, so sorry…”

And then Sherlock’s face appears above him. It’s a mask of horror and regret.
Greg feels more pressure on his side.
Sherlock puts his hands there.
He coughs again.
And now he can feel the pain.
A sharp sting which becomes a raging burning in his whole body.
Greg groans and closes his eyes. He feel suddenly very tired…

“Greg, look at me! Look at me!”

Greg can’t. His eyes are too heavy. It’s too exhausting…

“Oh my God,” Sherlock mumbles above him with a choked voice. Is he crying?

“Oh God…Stay with me, Greg, I…I’ll call an ambulance. Just hold on…”

Sherlock’s voice gets more quiet. Greg can him hear talking to someone on the phone. He feels, how he slowly falls asleep. The thought of sleep is very soothing…Away from that horrible pain…
He falls asleep to Sherlock’s choked murmuring.

“Forgive me, Greg. Please…I’m so sorry. Oh God, don’t go, please stay with me, Greg.Greg? Greg!”

Nothing.


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interviewmagazine.com
Tom Hiddleston
As he enters the next dimension of his career and his life, the English actor takes time to consider the power of his platform, to revel in the delirious joy of his work, and to reflect on his life lived on the run.

I’m am in LOVE with this interview with Tom and Benedict Cumberbatch! They have a great camaraderie and they know each other well. This was well done,I really enjoyed it.I would love to see them work together again in future.They are brilliant 💜💜🌟🌟👑👑😍😍

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Professor Moriarty:  Did you know that dust is largely composed of human skin?

Sherlock Holmes:  Yes…

Moriarty:  Doesn’t taste the same, though.  You want your skin fresh–just a little crispy.  

Sherlock:  Won’t you sit down-

Moriarty:  That’s all people really are, you know?  Dust waiting to be distributed.  And it gets everywhere, doesn’t it?  Every breath you take  Dancing in every sunbeam. All used-up people      


-”The Abominable Bride” (”Sherlock”)

Some Sherlock S04E03 Titles

The Naval Treaty (originally published Oct 1893; Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, 1894) = based on boat scene in Setlock

The Valley of Queer (a play on The Valley of Fear, 1915)
The Trapping of Mary Morstan (chapter title in TVoF, The Trapping of Birdy Edwards)

The Devil’s Veil (a play on The Devil’s Foot, Dec 1910; His Last Bow, 1917) based on TAB Mary, Moriarty, Molly, Janine = abominable brides who were unveiled / exposed