Sherlock S4 fuckiness and the post-its I keep to remind me of it
In no particular order, I present the list of things that are particulary infuriating to me about S4 that I’ve been keeping on post-its by my bedside table the last month in case I lose hope. They are, for me, enough proof for The Lost Special. Today being 8th of March it seems fitting to keep them in mind.
(Disclaimer: this is a compound of theories developed by hundreds of people over a long time and I cannot possibly credit everyone or explain them at this point, so I’ll just list them.)
The Importance Of Being Ernest, by Oscar Wilde being quoted in TFP
Mycroft-> Lady Bracknell, the baby in the handbag = gun in the handbag (Euros and Vivian Norbury). The baby gets thrown in the Thames?
Queen’s I Want To Break Free in TFP stoping at “I’ve fallen in…” (love)
Elephant Glass Shock Proof in Euros’s cell
The elephant in the Thai menu in Mycroft’s frige
Rosie’s elephant toy
The elephant in John’s living room
The endless horror film references in TFP (many of them being hyper meta, especially Shutter Island)
Una Stubbs’ voice in TFP “Softer, Sherlock” instead of Euros’
Russian and Turkish leaks with no reaction
Over reaction with the promo chess pictures being leaked
Promo pictures being very similar to Clue’s movie poster -> Clue’s different endings and the similar final paused shot in TFP
The bulding up to Moriarty not making any sense (especially if we take into account M Theory, because he IS alive)
TLD having the gun shown multiple times, a smoking gun that is definitely not a tranquiliser gun. The last shot fading with red, like in Bond movies
The enormous red carpet under John in the therapist that resembles the blood pool in the market
Martin breaking the 4th wall in T6T noding to the camera while holding the glass of wine
SHERLOCK: Romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people … JOHN (interrupting): … would complete you as a human being. NO PAY OFF FOR THIS. This mirrors the greenhouse conversation in TAB
Why was Molly upset when Euros called in TFP?
John/Molly mirror (Molly wearing the same jumper she wore in TEH while taking John’s place, the framing of that hellish shot with John and the coffin cover “I love you”)
“John is clearly standing behind him in the trailer, so unless he’s talking to a mirror for some very bizarre reason, I should think not.”
Sumatra/Samarra pointing out to TEH which lead us to The Lost Special and MINDING THE FREAKING GAP->Moriarty
“It’s never twins”
The camera shown in the hotel in T6T
Season 4 DVD not having “complete” like the other DVD’s had
Mark’s picture with the 4 fingers raised in Twitter
“Has it just occurred to you you’ve been played for an ad campaign” hello Apple Tree Yard
Moriarty at the end of S4 DVD “You didn’t think I would just disappear, did you?”
The whole promotion about S4 and the season itself being about hacking
Sherlock saving the tea cup and the boy in the hotel in T6T dropping the tea
Tea code being confirmed
“Is this a new person? I’m against new people.”
“You’d be better off with clown outfits. At least they’d be satirically relevant.”
Cake=violent death John and Sherlock going to get cake
Lady Smallwood’s name
Vatican cameos ignored
“And boop, they are fine”
Sherlock breaks the 4th wall (like in Queen’s I Want To Break Free videoclip)
WHERE IS JOHN’S LETTER
The Garridebs literally cliff-hanging
Chekhov’s gun on the promo picture and literally hanging on the wall in the Garridebs scene
“People always give up after three”
Blue Power Ranger gay subtext
T6T being an old case about a gay couple -> Margaret Thatcher getting smashed, Sherlock not knowing who she is despite the fact that he knew in THoB
“Fresh paint to disguise another smell”
Mycroft watching his own romantic movie turning into an horror film
T6T starting with doctored footage
“That’s not what happened at all”
“Why does anyone do anything” Norbury/Moriarty
“Sherlock, the dragon slayer” (Mycroft, Moriarty and kinda Magnussen have all alluded to this and now Mary does)
Sherlock’s recurrent dream (?)
“Oh, good, I love an acronym. All the best secret societies have them.”
“It is what it is” either being followed by “says love” or being a quote by John Locke
MARCH 8. THE SECRET WILL BE UNLEASHED
"I don’t like loose ends. Not on my watch” says Mycroft/Mark, as he holds a pen and looks at the camera
#Ohwhatabeautifulmorning tying in with
Oklahoma! and consequently with
Green Grow the Lilacs, a play with gay subtext all over that got misunderstood and very famous
Steven starting TLS rumors
TD-12 being memory corrupting
The freaking guy from the official Sherlock Youtube channel teasing TLS and saying “The greatest love story never told”
The girl on the plane being the same one from ASiB
The TAB-like transition when John faints in TFP
The S1 scripts being released for no reason
“Childhood trauma masked by an invented memory. Boring!” THoB (person=dog)
Mary’s death not being realistic as pointed in HLV (thank you for reminding me, @antisocial-otaku)
The explosion in 221B not having the consequences
in the building that Mycroft foreshadowed and them being perfectly ok afterwards.
Where is Ben’s 26 pages scene?
What was Ben’s kissy gesture while saying “Very well. It’s going very well” in SDCC all about?
Truck Slams Into Crowd in Deadly Stockholm ‘Terror Attack’
At least three people have been killed after a truck crashed into a crowd of people on the streets of Stockholm.
Swedish police said several people were injured after the truck was driven into people on the street in central Stockholm.
It is unclear whether the incident is terror-related, but let to hundreds fleeing the area in panic.
Gunshots were also heard from the scene with horrific images showing pools of blood in the streets.
Mugsy, Golden Retriever (2 y/o), Hudson & Barrow St., New York, NY • “He’s my soulmate (don’t tell my fiancée, though I think he already knows). He’s my 4th Golden. He loves the water – he’ll break through the ice to make himself a little swimming pool and loves to go to the beach. Our lives revolve around making him happy. We got him and were going to move out of the city, but he kind of restored our faith in humanity. Before we had him nobody would really talk to us; now everyone wants to talk to us.”
“On Sunday, production took a well-earned break from the tedium, which resulted in cookouts, golfing, and sitting by the pool, where Mayhew sunbathed and crew eased their aches and pains. Throughout their stay Fisher, Ford, and Hamill were seen dining and “gallivanting,” according to the local paper, at restaurants such as Orietta’s or The Stag and Hound, where Fisher danced and Kenny Baker was a common sit-in harmonica player at the bar. Ford was ‘fairly aloof,’ spending time with [Melissa] Mathison. Hamill was the most visible, often working the crowds.” – The Making of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi by J.W. Rinzler
6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)
It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan.
Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.
It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.
He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.
It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.
He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.
Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.
He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.
Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.
But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.
The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.
Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.
I went to a public swimming pool that had a No Diving sign, but I didn’t listen and dived in anyway. Immediately, two men in black suits and sunglasses appeared and told me they were part of the Illuminati, then they drugged me and took me away for breaking the pool rules.
i. do you remember the night
we sat on my back porch and talked about constellations
and i counted your freckles like stars
and you told me you want to go far far away
and i told you you can’t, not without me
and i think you smiled and everything
seemed lovely, but that night was the night
i realized everything was breaking.
ii. it rained the day you left.
pools of sadness welled up on the streets
and i tried not to cry, but that was the day i realized
you were the only one who ever really got me.
or i thought you got me. maybe you were
just the best one at pretending but
everything that came out of your mouth
made me shake in a good way.
iii. or maybe it was in a bad way. maybe loving you
wasn’t everything it was supposed to be.
it was such an intense feeling, kind of like
galaxies exploding in my chest or maybe
a supernova: so beautiful but so tragic.
iv. i’m trying to forget every good thing
you ever said to me. i want it all to be red.
i want it all to be ugly. i’m trying to forget
how to love you, how to remember the bad times
instead of the good, how you carved my heart
out of my chest and left me in the wilderness,
how you left me empty.
v. but when i think of you, i just think of
how your eyelashes look in sunlight,
how your cheeks glisten in the morning air,
how you’ve gotten me through
some of the hardest times in my life.
when i think of you, i think of sitting in your bedroom
drinking wine out of the bottle
and laughing and laughing and laughing,
laying in bed with you, our legs intertwined
and talking about our dreams
in the pitch black darkness.
vi. and i still feel it, even when
i know i shouldn’t. it still eats at me
like i am a parasite and my crooked mind
is higher up on the food chain. i wish
i could turn my brain off sometimes,
the way you do. i wish everything i did
wasn’t trying to impress you.
vii. your sweatshirt’s still in my bedroom
from months ago and i won’t get rid of it
just in case you ever want to come back and get it.
will you ever come back? do you ever
think of me? are things always going
to be the same as the day you left me?
even when it’s sunny, i feel the rain clouds coming.
viii. i guess what i’m trying to say is
i’ll leave the light on on my back porch.
includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff
feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!
to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting
from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors
belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard
came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party
presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so
original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not
been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a
On his best
friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders,
tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking
to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal
member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the
board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell
from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in
the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his
Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar
sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something
Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.
“the mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart
wants what the heart wants”
She doesn’t think she’s heard him right. There is
literally no way she’s heard him correctly. Not after all this time—not after everything that’s happened…
Standing at the curb of her driveway, Archie before
her, Betty stares, mouth agape at his confession.
was blind before, Betty. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me this whole
His eyes search hers with a desperation, feet moving
forward before his hands rest gently on her shoulders. The gaze he gives her is
one she would’ve swooned over months ago, one that would’ve had her knees
buckle and her heart stutter, but now—now, she just feels ill. She feels blindsided. Confused and upset.
““You heard me.” He dipped his head into the crevice of my
neck, placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin. The furious burn of my
blush reddened the tips of my ears and warmed the back of my neck. I could feel
Taehyung’s lips twisting into a smirk as he hovered over my collarbones.”
A/N - Just a slight warning for those of you who don’t like smut ~ I tried to make it as fluffy as i possibly could, and avoided getting to graphic, so I hope you can make it through ~
Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut Members: Taehyung x Reader Word count: 3167