jim moriarty: no one ever gets to me

Living with Jim Moriarty Would Include

Requested by two anons! (Seriously though I live for these little platonic things.)

Originally posted by twentyonekpoppilots

  • Yourself and Jim would have been friends for a long time so when he got bored of most other people he would have called you up, afterall, he didn’t find you too tedious.
  • Unfortunately to keep himself (and you) safe, you weren’t allowed to actually know where you two lived exactly. This made it quite awkward when you wanted to order things off Amazon. Jim would end up paying for a PO Box for you so you could get “little treats”.
  • Dancing to loud music in your shared flat. Jim takes your hands and twirls you around, mouthing along to the song while you laugh. 
  • Sherlock would work out Jim had a flat-mate from all the little hints he dropped. This would completely confuse Sherlock but he could never find out who you were.
    “They’re no one Sherlock. Well, no one to you, they are a lot to me.”
  • Jim would often rant to you about his day.
    “But how can they be so stupid? It’s painful.”
  • Running one of his phones. You text quite a few people from this phone (usually while Jim cooks dinner - sometimes he likes to “play domestic”)
  • He would actually cook for you a lot, when he had time.
  • Sherlock would realise it was you running that phone (even though he’s never actually met you) and you would tease him with little games. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself playing along, even though he knew it was pointless.
  • Jim would make sure no one ever got to you. You were his top security priority.
  • Jim would call you his “live-in” or “pet”.
  • He would joke that you and John should get along well but you just roll your eyes and tell Jim that you’re not his blogger.
  • Jim offers to run your blog but you laugh and tell him no.
  • He would often test his little plans by you first.
  • Using other people to talk for him would have been your idea (even if you had meant it as a joke).
  • He wanted to test it out by speaking for you when you go on a date, you tell him no and make him go on the date instead. He comes back an hour later with lipstick all over his face, “I hate you.”
  • Going on “dates” to the art gallery, the pool, the hospital.
    “(Y/n)!” Jim sings, “Come out for a date with me!”
    “A date?”
    “Yes of course. Not really. I need to scout out the location. Come come.”

  • Buying him a tiara. 
    He wears it.
  • Playing chess. But not proper chess. You play it together as if it’s a real battle, just charging all the pieces together, with dramatic audio from you and Jim in silly voices.
  • Jim sometimes sleeping next to you in bed because your breathing helps him think. 
  • “No one will ever get to you. Not Holmes, not Watson. No one.”

Related to: Living With Sherlock Would Involve

Hello, and welcome to your weekly episode of “I’m Super Gay for Michelle Gomez”

I need a place to be trash for this ship. And I need a place to do a post-mortem because I finally saw yesterday’s episode because hahaha I don’t have cable.


-“I’m Doctor Who and these are my disposables.”

(-How is one person this funny?)

-Evil fictional women being smart and sarcastic (and picking up on things quicker than everyone else) is my Type ™. So…yeah, definitely very, very gay over here.

-Women (real or fictional) being hardcore camp/extra and reveling in it is also my Type ™.


-I said Missy showing up in the TARDIS unexpectedly is my aesthetic. Missy doing computer work is also my aesthetic. Basically, Missy is my aesthetic. (Someone help me, I’m so gay.)

-HAHAHAHAHAHAH “If someone kills you and it’s not me, I think we’ll both be disappointed.” That’s it. That’s the ship. I love this twisted, horrible thing, and I will dive after it to the bottom of the ocean because I’m trash. I am a rock. I am a landfill.


-I have no idea why Simm is doing Cybermen stuff. I have no idea what his plan is. I have no idea what Missy’s endgoal is. I have no idea whether or not Moffat is going to avert Bury Your Gays. And I have no idea whether or not Missy and Twelve will come to an understanding. Basically, I have no idea about anything, and I’m really angry.


-That look between Twelve and Missy in the next trailer. You know the one. (Also, I’m still super gay. This woman will kill me…I’ll probably thank her.)

-Please let Bill be okay. I don’t think it has ever been so absolutely necessary that a fictional character be okay. Previous patterns suggest she will be, but, then again, I thought Danny was going to be okay, too, and look what happened.

-I’m kind of into the Masters tag-teaming. Double villain team-up. Maybe. Still don’t know what Missy’s really doing. Anyway, this much camp in one room? The Doctor having to fight two versions of the smartest person he knows? Sign me the fuck up.

Hello Detective (Chapter 25)

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You awoke, sitting on cold tile, fully dressed. Whoever had done this had taken the time to dress you in a tight dress and heels. Your hands were tied behind your back. As you looked up there was a man in an expensive suit staring at you with a sinister smile. Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as you recognized him. Two large men grabbed you and raised you to your feet. They continued to hold onto your arms so you didn’t try to run, even though you were too weak from the drugs.

“You’re James…” you said, remembering the day you ran into him on the street. He had been following you, you had spotted him at the restaurant Sherlock had taken you to during the taxi driver case.

“Jim Moriarty. Pleased to meet you. That dress fits you well, although I regret not being the one who put you in it.” He smirked. You tried to wiggle out of their arms but they were too strong. He laughed when he saw you struggling.

“Where are we?” You asked.

“We’re at the pool where poor Carl Powers died. And you’re going to help me.” He said, nodding to one of his men. He let go of you and grabbed something off of a table. You noticed it as soon as he held it up to strap it to you. Explosives. Enough to take down the building. He wrapped it around your waist and you dared not move, afraid to set it off. After it had been strapped to you he moved to cut the ties around your hands. He knew you wouldn’t try to run while he held the detonator. After your hands were freed he placed a large coat on you, similar to the ones Sherlock is always wearing. You looked out the window and all you saw was darkness, it must have been around midnight.

The second man let go of you and placed a headphone in your ear, wrapping it down the back of your neck.

“Let’s make sure you’ve got this clear love.” Moriarty said, stepping closer to you. He placed his finger under your chin, raising it until your eyes met. You were the same height in the heels they had put you in.

“You say what I tell you exactly, or these go off.” He spoke, running his finger down your body near the explosives. You nodded weakly. He looked at his watch.

“Show time.” He said with a devious smile. His men took you out to the pool where you were to repeat Moriarty’s exact words as they were spoken in your ears. You stood behind a pillar. One of his men stayed behind with you, he was going to signal when you had to walk out.

You heard the door to the pool open and footsteps on the tile. They walked around for a bit before speaking.

“Brought you a little getting-to-know-you present. That’s what it’s all been for, isn’t it? All your little puzzles, making me dance. All to distract me from this.” The voice said, your eyes grew wide as you realized who it was. You looked to Moriarty’s men, he gave you the signal to step out. You heels clicked on the tile. Your hands were in the deep pockets of the coat.

You stepped out next to the pool, turning and facing him. Sherlock Holmes. You kept a straight face, as you were instructed to do. Sherlock lowered his hand which was holding the Bruce-Partington Plans. He turned and looked to you, the level of shock on his face was enormous.

Evening. Moriarty spoke into your ear.

“Evening.” You repeated to Sherlock. “This is a turn-up, isn’t it, Sherlock?”

“Y/N. What the hell?” He asked, confused.

“Bet you never saw this coming.” You spoke his words. Sherlock stepped towards you slowly. What you saw on his face scared you more than the bombs. Doubt. He doubted you, he thought you were behind all of this.

Why don’t you open up that little coat of yours, love. Let Sherlock see that pretty body wrapped up in explosives. Moriarty instructed you. You took your hands out of your pockets and opened the coat slightly so Sherlock could see. Moriarty had seemed to pick out your most scandalous and revealing dress. Sherlock’s eyes scanned every part of your body. The doubt on his face was replaced with fear.

“What would you like me to make her say next?” You spoke his words again.

“Gottle o’ geer, gottle o’ geer, gottle o’ geer.” You spoke.

“Stop it.” Sherlock insisted.

“Nice touch, this. The pool, where little Carl died.” You began, Sherlock continued stepping closer to you. “I stopped him. I could stop Y/N Gregson, too. Stop her heart.” You said. You looked down and say a red dot on your chest. Moriarty’s snipers.

“Who are you?” Sherlock said, looking around. The opposite pool door opened and Moriarty’s true voice rang out.

“I gave you my number. Thought you might call.” Moriarty said, approaching you from behind. “Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or do you like the dress I picked out for our little girl here.”

“Both.” Sherlock said, pulling the gun out of his pocket and pointing it to Moriarty.

“Jim Moriarty. Hi. Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then, I suppose, that was rather the point.”

You noticed Sherlock looking at the sniper line on you.

“Don’t be silly. Someone else is holding the rifle.” Moriarty said, noticing too. “I don’t like getting my hands dirty. I’ve given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I’ve got going on out there in the big bad world. I’m a specialist, you see. Like you.”

“Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover’s nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?” Sherlock spoke.

“Just so.” Moriarty replied, you could hear his voice getting closer.

“Consulting criminal. Brilliant.” Sherlock said, keeping his gun steady on him.

“Isn’t it? No one ever gets to me, and no one ever will.” He said.

“I did.” Sherlock said, cocking the gun.

“You’ve come the closest. Now you’re in my way.” Moriarty said.

“Thank you.” Sherlock said.

“Didn’t mean it as a compliment.” Jim said.

“Yes you did.” Sherlock returned.

“Yeah, okay, I did. But the flirtings over, Sherlock. Daddy’s had enough now. I’ve shown you what I can do. I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning… my dear. Back off.” Jim spoke. You looked down to the ground, remembering the man you were dealing with was not afraid of racking up a body count. Sherlock stole a quick glance at you and returned his gaze to Moriarty, still holding his gun high.

“Although I have loved this, this little game of ours. Playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?” He rambled on, coming closer still.

“That’s what people do!” He yelled, his voice causing you to tremble slightly.

“I will stop you.” Sherlock growled back.

“No, you won’t.” He said, you noticed he was right behind you now.

“Are you alright?” Sherlock asked you. You were afraid to answer.

“You can talk, Y/Nickname. Go ahead.” You clenched your jaw at the sound of his voice in your ear, his breath on your neck. You looked up to Sherlock and nodded. He immediately held the flash drive out to Moriarty.

“Take it.” He instructed.

“Hmm? Oh… That? The missile plans.” Jim said, stepping in front of you and taking it. He held it in his hand and kissed it. “Boring! I could have got them anywhere.” He said, tossing it into the pool.

Your body took over, you lunged at him in front of you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Sherlock, run!” You yelled. Moriarty just laughed, even though your grip on his neck was tightening.

“Good!” Jim yelled. “Very good!”

“If your sniper pulls that trigger, Jim, then we both go up.” You spoke in his ear.

“She’s sweet. I can see why you like having her around.” He said calmly to Sherlock. “Then again, people do get so sentimental about their pets. They’re so touchingly loyal. But opps! You’ve rather shown your hand there, Sergeant Gregson.”

You looked up to see the sniper had moved their line onto Sherlock.

“Gotcha.” Jim said, as you let go of him, stepping back carefully. He brushed his suit off and said, “Westwood.”

“Do you know what happens if you don’t leave me alone, Sherlock? Do you?” Jim spoke.

“Oh, let me guess. I get killed.” Sherlock said as the sniper moved back onto you.

“Kill you. Mmm, no. Don’t be obvious. I mean, I’m gonna kill you anyway someday. I don’t want to rush it, though. I’m saving it up for something special. No,no,no,no,no. If you don’t stop prying, I’ll burn you. I’ll burn the heart out of you.”

“I have been reliably informed that I don’t have one.” Sherlock spoke. Jim looked back to you with a smirk on his face.

“But we both know that’s not quite true.” Jim said. “Well, I better be off. So nice to have had a proper chat.

“What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?” Sherlock asked.

“Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. ‘Cause I’d be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit… disappointed. And of course, you wouldn’t be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes.” Jim said, turning and opening the door.

“Catch you later.” sherlock said.

“No, you won’t” Jim yelled back, slamming the door. After the door was closed Sherlock placed his gun on the ground and ripped the coat off of you. He then proceeded the unstrap all the explosives from around your waist.

“All right?” Sherlock asked, you were still groggy from being drugged. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He slid the explosives down to the other side of the pool. You grabbed onto the pillar as your head began to spin. Sherlock had picked back up his gun and began inspecting the place.

“Are you okay?” you asked him. He was pacing .

“Me? Yeah, fine. I’m fine. Fine.” He kept mumbling. “That, uh… That you did. That um, you offered to do… that was, um.. Good.” He said, trying to find the words. That was Sherlock for ‘thank you’.

“I’m glad no one saw that.” you said.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People would talk.” you smiled, trying to lighten the situation.

“People do little else.” He smiled back. You went to look down at the revealing dress you were wearing when you noticed the red dot re-appear. The door opened and Moriarty’s voice was back.

“Sorry, you two.” He began, you looked up to Sherlock and he was being targeted too.

“I’m so changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can’t be allowed to continue. You just can’t. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.”

You were now standing next to Sherlock, nearly the same height with the heels you had been put in. He looked to you and you nodded.

“Possibly my answer has crossed yours.” Sherlock said, pointing the gun at Moriarty, then slowly lowering it to the explosives that he had ripped from your body and slid to where he was standing. You closed your eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger.

‘Shenanigans’ Chapter 3: Plan B - Undercover

Mycroft assigns Sherlock to a case in which Molly is needed.

               “Hello brother mine,” Mycroft announced himself as he entered the lab of Bart’s Hospital. Sherlock was stationed at his usual spot studying whatever was beneath the microscope. Molly was very obviously trying to avoid both of them. “Miss Hooper.” The eldest Holmes cast a double glance when he noticed her roll her eyes at him. Well, that’s not fair, I didn’t do a damn thing…yet, he thought.

               “What is it, Mycroft?” Sherlock sighed, not bothering to look up.

               “I have a case for you,” he replied.

               “Not interested,” Sherlock waved him off.

               “Oh, but you very well might be. You see, there’s a man much lower in the government than myself who’s been suspected of embezzlement,” Mycroft explained.

               “Suspected by who?” Sherlock inquired.

               “By me,” Mycroft confirmed. “He’ll be at the Cresswell’s charity ball tonight.”

               “Fine, I’ll go,” Sherlock groaned. “Hasn’t been anything above a three lately, anyways.”

               “There’s a catch,” Mycroft informed him.

               “Isn’t there always?” Sherlock asked rhetorically.

               “You’ll need to bring a date; no admittance without one,” he smiled mischievously at Molly.

               “Oh hell no,” she glared.

               “Please, Miss Hooper? It would be helping me out quite a bit,” Mycroft insisted.

               “What about Anthea?” Sherlock questioned. He didn’t want Molly to feel forced into this.

               “Anthea has a surveillance job to do for me tonight,” he answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. She was doing surveillance but on the impending couple officially named ‘Sherlolly’ on the manila envelope.

               “Fine, I’ll do it but only because you’ve never been an arse to me,” Molly told Mycroft. “But you’re going to owe me.”

               “Understood, Miss Hooper, thank you,” Mycroft replied.

               “Molly, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Your job title is not to serve us selfish, narcissistic Holmes brothers,” Sherlock said. This statement took her by surprise at the sincerity of it.          

               “I don’t mind,” she told him. “Besides, it’ll give me a chance to wear the dress that’s been in the back of my closet for years now.”

               “Well, with that settled, I must be going,” Mycroft announced. “I’ll text you the details.” Secretly, they were both a bit excited at the prospect of having a night of dancing together.

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Gif Submission:

Pair: Jim Moriarty x Reader

Prompt: You’re a skilled hacker who has found yourself working underneath the most dangerous criminal in the world. After trial, error, and generous amounts of rage and fighting, Moriarty finally finds that it’s time to pop the big question.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,826

Author’s Note: Oh god, so sorry this took so long. ;-;. Any gif used is not my own. Credit goes to the original gif-maker.

Requested by: @ohyesmarvel

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What happened in the pool scene

After the incident with the old lady who started describing him, Moriarty stopped forcing the hostages to call Sherlock, probably because he feared that Sherlock would recognise him as Jim from IT. Meanwhile, Sherlock believed the missile plans was what Moriarty actually was looking for, but he was wrong. The reason Jim never communicated with him for the fifth case is because this case was about him and Sherlock (and John) and apparently he predicted that Sherlock, utterly excited, would use anything as an excuse to meet the promising nemesis. But Moriarty didn’t care about the Bruce-Partington plans (neither did Mycroft, actually) and consequently managed to surprise and impress the detective by throwing the USB drive into the water.

Anyway, Sherlock was the one who asked for a meeting (just like in Reichenbach). It seems Moriarty can never refuse an invitation coming from Sherlock. After one last big joke, when he made Sherlock believe that John is the villain, he appeared, showing all his power and intelligence. But there was a problem in this scene, I believe. The pool-Moriarty was very different from the phone-calls-Moriarty. 

Jim first appeared as a gay man interested in Sherlock. In his phone calls his words are undeniably romantic; he even said that they were made for each other. However, while he went on with all the gay / sexual  innuendos / jokes in the pool scene, he claimed that it was just a game aiming to make Sherlock “back off”. He claimed he enjoyed “playing gay”. Then he threatened him that if Sherlock didn’t stop prying, he would destroy him emotionally and eventually kill him. But there is a problem with all these threats and I think Sherlock was able to trace it. 

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Not many know a story behind a smile on Jim’s face.

But Sebastian once told him „The best birthday present I ever got from my grandpa was a silk tie. It didn’t come in a bag, a box, or even rolled up in tissue paper. It came wrapped in wisdom. As soon as he gave it to me he said, “A tie would make a stronger impression on your boss if you used it as a blindfold and kidnapped him. That‘s why I bought you one.” 

 I’m coming to get you, baby.

Jim Sent Jonathan Small

I’m not talking symbolically about the stabbing; other people have already done that a whole bunch. I’m saying that Jim “fixed” Jonathan Small’s literal crime. I noticed it right away in TSoT.

1) Jonathan Small is way creepier than you’re expecting:  

TSoT isn’t a happy episode, but it’s not creepy. Jonathan Small’s creepiness is not in keeping with the tone of the rest of the episode. He’s supposed to stick out and he does.

When he smiles (above) and says “I should’ve killed him quicker," even Mary looks taken aback:

He’s so bad that even Mary thinks he’s bad. That’s not in keeping with the tone of this episode, which is not creepy, just sad.

2) He looks like Jim:

Dark hair, dark eyes, similar skin tone, similar stubble pattern, same build.

3) He’s dressed like Jim:

Literally the first thing I thought when I saw Jonathan Small stalking Bainbridge was "He looks just like Jim from TRF.” Same jacket, dark baseball cap, pretending to be a tourist, doing illegal things at royal landmarks. This is not a coincidence. 

4) He’s described like Jim:

SHERLOCK: Brilliant, ruthless, almost certainly a monomaniac.

That is a description of Jim, and Jim was the first person I associated it with when Sherlock said that.

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Deaths associated with Jim Moriarty in some way:

  • Carl Powers - murdered by Jim via poison in eczema creme; bullying Jim
  • Jeff Hope - murdered dozens of people; gambling with terminal condition/earning money for kids
  • General Shan and company - murdered Eddie Van Coon; Brian Lukis, Soo Lin Yao; reseeking stolen goods/punishment for stealing
  • General Shan - murdered by sniper; knew Jim’s identity before it was revealed/failed mission
  • Elderly woman and company - murdered by sniper via explosion; began to describe Jim’s voice and thus identity to Sherlock because she was blind and had to hear Jim read off what she couldn’t deviate by one word/caught in explosion
  • Alex Woodbridge and Professor Cairns - murdered by the Golem; figured out painting was a fake
  • Ian Monkford - “murdered” himself; faked his death to escape debt and retire to South America
  • Connie Prince - murdered by Raoul de Santos; bullied his lover/her brother and threatened to disinherit him (and by association Raoul)
  • Sulejmani - murdered by sniper; touched Sherlock when Jim’s people were told the code was hidden on him
  • Sherlock duplicate from TRF (apparently) - murderer unknown; outlived his usefulness

“Jim Moriarty kills people for fun.”


Every one of these served a purpose and none of them were “for fun”, unless we’re talking about the fact people come to him for - among many other things - the occasional help with fixing up murders, upon which I’d have to point out he’s a CONSULTING criminal. We’ve been over this several times and how Jim operates:

Sherlock: Just once he put himself in the firing line.
John: What do you mean?
Sherlock: Well, usually he must stay above it all. He organizes these things, but no one ever has direct contact.
John: What, like, the Connie Prince murder? He arranged that? So, people come to him wanting their crimes fixed up, like booking a holiday?
Sherlock: Novel.

Jim: I’ve given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I’ve got going on out there in the big bad world. I’m a specialist, you see, like you.
Sherlock: ‘Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lover’s nasty sister?’ 'Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?’
Jim: Just so.
Sherlock: Consulting criminal…brilliant.
Jim: Isn’t it? No one ever gets to me and no one ever will.

Miss Sorrel: A 'consulting criminal’…
Sherlock: Yes.
Miss Sorrel: Your words. Can you expand on that answer?
Sherlock: James Moriarty is for hire.
Miss Sorrel: A tradesman?
Sherlock: Yes.
Miss Sorrel: But not the sort who’d fix your heating.
Sherlock: No, the sort who’d plant a bomb or stage an assassination, but I’m sure he’d make a pretty decent job of your boiler.

If his clients in the network can’t do it, he advises these people to do it themselves. Either way he’s not doing the crime personally (the events of TRF, an anomalous situation in and of itself, being an exception because it was Sherlock), so “murders people for fun” is equal parts distortion of what he does and conflation over the nature of these jobs. It’s a reoccurring theme that we’ve also been over several times that he’s doing all of this out of boredom and trying to have “fun” in the process because he’s seeking a distraction. You know, like Sherlock, who frequently gets called out for doing the same thing when it’s inappropriate. I guess we can say Sherlock is “hoping people die for fun”, then. And speaking of which…

“The two of them are perfectly bored by the ordinary world and crave excitement. And like all polarities, they need each other. Like Holmes, Moriarty isn’t motivated by money or fame, but by his desire to find interesting, challenging things to do, no matter if it leads to people’s deaths.” - Benedict Cumberbatch

Moriarty didn’t seek out victims through any sadistic pleasure, but rather the victims were collateral damage in his grand schemes to provoke Sherlock. Unlike Moriarty, Magnussen preys on the weak. He’s a blackmailer. He’s just not nice. Moriarty was mad, but not cruel in a way.” - Sue Vertue

No one is saying his crimes or actions are okay or excusable, and if they are please stop, but "Jim Moriarty kills people for fun" is reaching tbh

Jim Moriarty

Jim Moriarty: Jim Moriarty… Hi. Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose that was rather the point.

[Sherlock looks at the red laser pointing at John]

Jim Moriarty: Don’t be silly, someone else is holding the rifle. I don’t like getting my hands dirty. I’ve given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a tinsy glimspe of what I’ve got going on out there in the big bad world. I’m a specialist, you see… like you!

Sherlock: Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lovers nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?

Moriarty: Just so.

Sherlock: Consulting criminal. Brilliant.

Moriarty: Isn’t it? No one ever gets to me… and no one ever will.

Sherlock: I did.

Moriarty: You’ve come the closest. Now you’re in my way.

Sherlock: Thank you.

Moriarty: Didn’t mean that as a compliment.

Sherlock: Yes you did.

Moriarty: [shrugs] Yeah okay, I did. But the flirting’s over now, Sherlock, Daddy’s had enough now! I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut lose all those people. All those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning, my dear: back off. Although I have loved this, this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?

Sherlock: People have died.

Moriarty: That’s what people DO!

Sherlock: I will stop you.

Moriarty: No you won’t.

Sherlock: [To John] You all right?

Moriarty: [To John] You can talk, Johnny Boy. Go ahead.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you are aware, but I believe there is an interview with Andrew Scott where he mentions that the writers of the show never intended for Moriarty to be killed off for real. He literally says, "They didn’t have to convince me to come back because we knew all along Jim Moriarty would return." Your theories are very interesting to read, but I think you're completely off the mark on this one.

And I think it’s really important to actually read the interviews before basing conclusions on them, so I guess we’re just different people.

Here’s the interview.

Note that the reporter’s the only one who says anything about whether Jim’s alive now. Not Andrew.

All of the actual Andrew quotes:

“They didn’t have to convince me to come back because we knew all along Jim Moriarty would return.

"That’s what we always planned to do.”


“I kept getting asked if Moriarty would ever return and I said they could assume whatever they pleased. It was always a question that was probably best left unanswered.”


“I think it’s very important with Moriarty that you don’t overuse him. I think the reason he’s been a success is because he has mystery.”


“I don’t think there’s any real limit to how long [Sherlock] can go on for.

"It depends on people’s availability and people wanting to watch it.

"I just know I trust the guys who make the show completely to make the right decisions.”


“People are very interested in the whys and wherefores of Sherlock. People always want to know. I’m always asked what’s going to happen.

"The great fun about Sherlock is that people like asking the questions - but if we dared to answer them they’d be disappointed.”


“[The fans] can be a bit twisted, in a good way. I dig it.”

Nothing about what Andrew actually said is inconsistent with Jim’s being dead. Andrew did return as Moriarty this series. And he’ll likely return next series as well. That’s not the same thing as saying Moriarty’s alive.

And as someone who said two years ago that this was all probably a setup to have a fakeout Jim resurrection, I have no trouble believing they’d planned it the whole time. But again, that’s not the same thing as saying Moriarty’s alive. Nor is Andrew’s saying that the show itself could continue for a long time. None of it.

And Andrew even directly says he thinks it would ruin things to answer all of the plot questions people ask.

And for the record? This is the same paper that announced Jim wasn’t dead in May 2012 when this was the only quote from Andrew they could offer as evidence:

“I totally trust the guys writing the show and they’ll use him in whatever way in the future.”

“Use him in whatever way” doesn’t automatically mean “he’s alive.” It can mean imaginary scenes, flashbacks, prerecorded messages… and oh look, that’s exactly what it did mean. The Daily Star reporters are not very good at this whole reporting thing, frankly. Or they just want hits. Or both. Probably both.

But hey, let’s say we get a few more weeks down the road and Andrew and the writers start saying, “Yes, Jim is definitely still alive. His suicide was fake.”


Because do you know how many times they said he was definitely dead before Series 3? Hint: plenty.

We have passed the point of no return in terms of letting quotes from behind the scenes folks settle this debate. If they start saying Jim’s really alive, all it will confirm is that they’re liars. Neither side of the fan debate can get anywhere saying “Oh, they were obviously telling the truth in this interview but lying in that other interview because I feel like that’s probably what happened.”

The only thing left to do is look at the evidence as presented in-series. Which, as far as I’m concerned, does suggest Jim is really dead and will stay that way.

But seriously, believe whatever you like while we wait. I legitimately do not care. Do what makes you happy.