I believe Moftiss are playing the Great
Game for us, and they have laid out the groundwork in their season 1
episode aptly entitled The Great Game ;) They did, after all, draw
attention to the five pips again in TAB, which is leading me to
believe that the show is following a five structure arc, in five
seasons. If the five pips in TGG were a form of foreshadowing, here
is how I think it has played out so far:
Season 1: Like the first pip, the Carl
Powers Case. This case ties Moriarty and Sherlock together as arch
enemies that go way back (to Sherlock’s “very first case”), just
as season 1 established them to be.
Season 2: Like the second pip, Janus
Cars helping a man fake his death. I mean… Season 2 is literally
leading to Sherlock faking his death.
Season 3: Like the third pip, tv
personality Connie Prince gets murdered because the housekeeper
didn’t want to abandon his lifestyle with the brother. Connie
represents the media here, as did Magnussen, who got murdered because
Sherlock didn’t want John to have to change his lifestyle.
Season 4: Like the fourth pip, where the
painting is a fake. Season 4 is a fake, and we have to figure out
Season 5: Like the fifth pip, John
Watson’s life being threatened by Moriarty. My deduction: John Watson
is definitely in danger…
EDIT: This idea has been explored more extensively by @Sagestreet, go and read it
@marathecactupus I love your metas surrounding the Red vs Bluethemes of series 4. I haven’t been thinking about this for a long time, but I have been trying to figure out why ASIP is so goshdarn purple. Every street backlit with purple. Trees, purple. Sherlock and John together, purple. Running through London, purple.
Even the outfits of the characters (Sherlock, Blonde woman in ASIP, Connie Prince’s brother in TGG, Mrs Hudson) are purple.
Do you have any thoughts as to the coordination of these three colors?
At first thought I would say “purple” represents a harmonious time between Sherlock’s heart and brain. The minute Moriarty showed up and threatened to burn the heart out of him, then things started to separate. Even that pool scene is dramatically blue and red. Irene’s two makeup choices are blue and red. Sherlock and John wear blue and red.
I could be wrong, but doesn’t it take until TAB for lots of purple to reappear? The robes of the women, Sherlock’s dressing gown, Mrs Hudson’s outfit. And since TAB is a blatant mirror to series 4, it would make sense for TAB to be the “Sherlock’s heart and head work together and he lives happily ever after with John” while series 4 is “In real life the game is never over, one must separate the heart and the brain, romantic entanglement won’t complete you as a human being”, keeping the themes red and blue.
Terribly sorry if you’ve already said this somewhere and I’m here thinking I’ve come up with something new – if this discussion is elsewhere please point me to it!
I know this has been done a bajillion times, but I just really needed to illustrate this. The song “Here Comes a Thought” is really helping me through my social anxiety. I get anxiety over doing the simplest of things and this song truly helps me work through my thoughts. This is probably my new favorite episode.
I fucking love Isayama’s high school AU. I mean, think of all the fantastic possibilities.
Pastor Nick is the hyper-religious father of one of Hanji’s students and is a giant pain in her ass when she starts teaching evolution.
Hanji is a pyro and constantly lighting things on fire in her chem class whenever the opportunity arises.
Moblit is the other science teacher and has to deal with Hanji’s shit.
Falco, Gabi, Sophie, and Udo are all in the town’s junior high school.
Mikasa listens to Death metal and Screamo. She introduces it to Eren, who likes it cause he’s an edgy teenager. Carla comes home to it being played way too loud whenever Mikasa comes over to help Eren with homework.
Eren offers to teach Mikasa how to fight so she can ward off Jean on her own. After a week of it Mikasa can kick Eren’s ass and Eren tries really hard not to be sensitive about it.
Eren’s mom always had him do a lot of chores, so he absentmindedly cleans all the time. Levi notices this and is constantly giving him pointers and weeding him into helping with cleaning. Eren is essentially an unpaid 2nd janitor after a while. Eren respects but is mortally terrified of Levi.
Sasha and Connie are constantly stoned.
Ymir and Reiner have an intense rivalry over Historia. Ymir one time made a dis track about Reiner and roped Connie (and by extension, Sasha) into passing it out around school. Bertholdt had to stop Reiner from making one in response.
Connie is Ymir’s unofficial little brother and she pretends to not care immensely about him. He is also Reiner’s little brother. Connie has no idea that he’s in a lowkey, passive-aggressive familial love triangle, but he knows that he is often stressed when those two get involved.
Grisha met Dina when he was 18 and she got him into the same cult she was a part of. They got married after a few months and had Zeke, who they were bad parents too. Eventually he realized he was in a fucking cult and got a divorce, after which he met and married Carla later in life.
Zeke still detests his father and was super rebellious all the way until he dropped out of high school and formed a shitty funk band called Monkey Trouble. Zeke is constantly trying to get Eren to rebel from his dad.
Dina is currently in prison for felony drug possession.
“Okay, Cindy, now’s your chance. His friends just took off on their bikes.” “And you’re sure it’ll work?” “No, it’s fine, right, Connie? Look, my brother got it from his sister direct. He’s got a collection of Good Housekeepings under his bed.“ “Okay, well, I hope so. I ruined my mom’s best tablecloth just to make this shirt with my Sew Easy."
MY AUNT IS WATCHING SNK FOR THE FIRST TIME WITH ME AND MY BROTHER - PART 1
She’s liking it a lot and she’s said a couple of things I want to share with you.
(I’m afraid it’s going to be an entire series lol)
So, we’re watching season 2, episode 5.
My brother asks: “Is this the episode you enjoyed the most until now?”
Me: “Nope, that was episode 4”
Bro: “What happened there?”
Me, whispering: “Reiner gay!”
Unexpectedly, my aunt’s heard me. “Ha, yes, Reiner’s gay. He’s said that in the herrings episode! And Ymir said that too!”
Me: “HAVE YOU GOT ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TO TELL THIS TO PEOPLE AND THEY WON’T BELIEVE ME?”
Aunt: “Well, what’s not to understand? He said it”
Aunt: “Yeah, plus he totally looks like the buff gay type”
Inner me: “Marrymeplease”
Aunt: “So… Ymir’s with Krista.. Who’s Reiner’s boyfriend?”
Inner me: “I wish it was Bertolt…”
Aunt: “Is Reiner in love with Connie?”
“Baby, I’m really sorry I don’t think I can make it home.” your boyfriend sighed over Skype. “I wanted to really badly, but with all the snow, our flight out of here got cancelled or really delayed or something and-”
“Connor, you don’t have to apologize.” you said, trying to hide how disappointed you were. Not even in him. In Mother Nature for being a bitch this way. “It’s not your fault Mama Nature’s throwing a temper tantrum to rival last years’ Snowmageddon.”
“Still, I know how badly you want me home and since my parents and brother flew in and you’re my girlfriend and… You’re not the only one who wants me home. I do, too.”
“I know, baby.” you sighed. “I know you want to be home with your family and me. And who knows? Maybe a miracle’ll happen.”
“We can only hope.” he replied. “(Y/N), baby, I gotta go, Ebbers stole Nuge’s toque and I gotta take care of these nerds.”
“Okay, baby. I hope I’ll see you soon.”
“You too.” he said. “Say hi to my folks and Cam for me.”
“You know I will.” you smiled.
“Thank you, love.” he smiled. “I love you. I promise I’ll try to be home for Christmas.”
“I love you more, babe” you said, blowing him a kiss before the call ended.
You sighed and checked the clock. 10 AM where you were in Edmonton on Christmas Eve with snow piled high in the entirety of the country. Edmonton was no exception. Connor’s parents and brother barely made it in on time before the snow started a couple days ago. And since Connor was on a roadie, there would obviously be some form of difficulty in getting back to Edmonton, Christmas or not.
You heard the door downstairs.
“(Y/N)! We’re back!” you heard Connor’s mother, Kelly, exclaim downstairs. “Had to go while the roads were newly plowed!”
You sighed and got up, heading downstairs to be greeted by the three other McDavids. “Hey everyone. Grocery shopping go well?”
“Well, we got what we needed, but I’m about 80% certain the milk’s frozen. Even if we had the heater on in the car.” Connor’s dad, Brian, noted. This made you smile.
“Did you hear from Connie?” Cam, Connor’s brother, asked.
You sighed. “I did. The snow both here and there’s crazy. I don’t think he’ll make it home tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. Possibly Boxing Day.”
Kelly sighed. “Well, let’s just hope there’s some form of Christmas miracle in the works. He hates missing holidays and I know he misses home. I know this is important to you, dear. It’s supposed to be your first Christmas together.”
“Yeah… I guess we can only hope now, huh?” you noted, going to the kitchen to assist with unpacking the groceries. “Here, let me help with those.”
“Thank you, dear.” Kelly said with a smile as she took a bag of small potatoes and put them in the pantry. You grabbed the carrots, cheese, and the asparagus and put them in the fridge.
After the groceries were all put away, you went back upstairs to yours and Connor’s room, lying down on the bed and putting the TV on. It was playing The Santa Claus, one of yours and Connor’s favorites. You smiled and curled up into the blanket as Tim Allen failed at cooking a turkey
You got a text and saw it was Connor, feeling hopeful, you opened it to see a picture outside the window of what seemed to be a building. The whole of the outside world was painted white, flurries plastered to the window and distorting the picture a little.
“Why?” was all he captioned the picture with.
“Mother Nature’s a wicked woman.” was all you replied with. “I hope this clears up soon. I wanna see you, baby.”
“I wanna see you too.” he sent. “I miss you. I miss my family. I want to be home for Christmas, baby.”
“And maybe something will happen and you will be.”
“I can only hope. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
“You’re still awake?” you heard Kelly ask from the stairs. “Honey, it’s nearly midnight.”
“Kelly, I… I just know he’ll be here. I promise. If he doesn’t show by midnight, I’ll go to bed.”
“I promise.” you said, bartering like a child who wanted to be up for just a few minutes more. “Please?”
Kelly sighed. “Alright. You do you. I just want you to know I’m worried for you. I know that this Christmas was supposed to be the first of hopefully many, but… Sometimes, things change. And there’s always next year, sweetheart.”
“I know, but… I’m holding out for something. Some kind of miracle. Maybe Santa decided to stop and give him a ride, I don’t know.”
Kelly smiled. “We can only hope. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Kelly.” you sighed as you went back to your book. Your eyes were starting to get heavy and the clock continued to tick on as you read. It’d been hours since you last heard from him. Maybe his phone had died and he couldn’t find a place to plug in. It seemed likely. You checked the clock again after what felt like forever to find that only twenty minutes had passed. The long hand now edging so close to the top of the clock.
“Four minutes to Christmas…” you sighed to yourself, placing your book down. “He’s not coming tonight. He hasn’t said anything, hasn’t done anything. He’s going to miss Christmas tomorrow, likely. Maybe I’ll wake up to good news… I should just go to bed.”
You sat up and stretched before turning off the lights and starting upstairs. When you hit the halfway mark, however, you heard the door unlock.
You heard the door open and a pair of boots stomp inside as well as a thud of something large and solid hitting the ground..
“Hello?” You heard a muffled voice ask. “Anyone awake?”
There was no way.
You hurried back downstairs to see a figure bundled up in a long, dark grey coat, removing a black scarf from around his neck, a suitcase and a hockey gear bag at his side. He took his toque off to reveal a head of soft, fluffy coppery hair.
“C-Connie?” you asked in disbelief. The figure whipped around to reveal none other than your boyfriend, bundled up to shield himself from the cold outside.
He grinned. “I said I’d be home for Christmas, didn’t I?”
You grinned and ran forward. “Connie!!”
He opened his arms and scooped you up into a hug just as the clock on the wall rang for midnight.
Right on time.
He pulled away and grinned at you, his brown eyes warm and happy as they stared back into your own.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
You grinned back and pecked his lips. “Merry Christmas, indeed.”