CUMBERFACT4: “He’s got a stepsister, Tracy Peacock. When they were child, Tracy accidentally leave Benedict outside under the snow and he was about to die. Luckily she remembered about him in time and brought little Benedict, that was perfectly quiet, back in the house.”
If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
I’m tagging the lovely @likingthistoomuch cause she encouraged me to start making Sherlolly edits and gifs, and ignore what haters think about them. Cause they’re not for the haters. They’re for myself and for people who like them.
Spoilers the lying detective: Molly's the next big clue!
Gosh I think Molly going to play a big role!
Faith was saying “Anyone” and it triggered one of his memories of Molly saying about John and she said “Anyone”
Remember she gave him a letter?!
I think it was the letter from Faith/Euros!!!!
The MISS ME letter!!!
I don’t know if she’s part of the plan? Blackmailed? I don’t know cause I’m freaking out!
I mean it was a little bit odd in the scene where they just came out of the ambulance and Sherlock was like “you look stressed..” and she said yah you’re dying etc..
But her face looks like there’s more going on.. There’s something else bothering her and she’s terrified.
And with the trailer scene of her on the phone doesn’t ease my worries!!
If The Final Problem is indeed the series finale (as it feels like), i just want to say thank you. Thank you to Benedict, Martin, Steven and Mark for bringing Sherlock Holmes and John Watson to life. It may have not been perfect but it was an undeniably amazing series that has changed my life. I will always be part of the Sherlock fandom and will continue loving our Baker Street boys. Hopefully this is not the end!
There was one thing that was bothering me about TLD, more than anything else! and that was how Euros met Sherlock initially, posed as Faith. No-one saw Faith/Euros in Sherlock’s flat; not Billy or Mrs Hudson and then Mycroft didn’t see anyone with Sherlock when he left his flat (at first I thought that he may have met her earlier than we saw and that Sherlock was just hallucinating it over and over again but then I remember that Mycroft is monitoring Sherlock’s flat and that it was the first Sherlock had left in ‘weeks’. Mycroft also didn’t note anyone new entering/leaving the flat, which is unusual since Mycroft is keeping an eye on what his brother is doing)
So I was left wondering how Sherlock got hold of that piece of paper in the first place, if it wasn’t from anyone who has visited the flat…
Then I realised that there was one other note/bit of paper that we haven’t seen resolved… and that is “John’s” note from the end of T6T, the one that Molly gave him. This seemed a bit crazy until I remembered the trailer, where it looks like she is being threatened/blackmailed or something over the phone. And remember during TRF, Molly was the one person that Moriarty overlooked…
I am proposing that Euros intercepted Molly at some point during T6T, and gave her the note to give to Sherlock, under duress. Throw in the mind altering, memory bending drugs that were introduced in the episode… the whole meeting could have been a hallucination! This also ties in with the fact that Sherlock was completely oblivious that it was the same person when he met her as John’s therapist!!
Find Tags below the cut! I apologise in advance for tagging so many people, but am excited to see what people think, I’m not sure if this idea is already out there! If so, let me know!!
And the contact_jm twitter (I don’t care if the writers say it is fake I take all their lies that they say with a grain of salt) always signs off with a single X and then we have Eurus who signed her name Exx… Something is fucky. Or Molly and her XXX is a total coincidence. But the universe is rarely so lazy.
Does anyone remember if Jim has ever sent a text that had an X as a signature? Help a girl out.
Sherlock Holmes, notorious rake and highly eligible bachelor, raised one elegant eyebrow before glancing down at the fan clutched so nervously in Miss Molly Hooper’s hand. “Ah,” he said, bowing slightly. “You were signaling someone else with your fan to meet in the gardens. I thought you were looking at me…well this is awkward.”
Miss Hooper’s cheeks turned red with mortification. “I was not…how dare…”
He had the audacity to laugh at her reaction. “However, I fear the object of your flirtation, Mr. Thomas Ashe, is untutored in the language of the fans, and is currently dancing with Miss Janine Hawkins.”
Instead of wilting, Miss Hooper straightened her (delightfully bared) shoulders and gave him a look of cool appraisement. “The same Miss Hawkins who has been seen much in your company as of late, Mr. Holmes?” She snapped open her fan and fluttered it in front of her (impishly lovely) face, so that only her (large, doe-like) brown eyes showed above the yellow lace.
Sherlock studied her through narrowed eyes. Clumsy as her use of the fan had been when attempting to signal to the young man for whom she’d presumably set her cap - and as nervous as her reaction to him had been when he instead of the insipid Mr. Ashe had joined her - he’d anticipated a corresponding lack of spirit in her responses to him. Instead, he found himself facing a very spirited young lady, not at all the wallflower society whispered her to be.
“Miss Hawkins finds my company tolerable only in that I am able to steer her towards the unmarried young bucks who might best suit her temperment,” he said, surprising both Miss Hooper and himself with his honesty. “She believes me to be, shall we say, uninterested in the charms of the fairer sex, despite my reputation to the contrary.”
“And why would she believe such a thing?” Miss Hooper asked, her fan lowered and her face bright with curiosity. “Could it be because you have deliberately led her to such an understanding, in order to keep her attention away from you? I have heard that you are not much interested in putting aside the freedoms of bachelorhood in order to take on the role of husband.”
“Well, Miss Hooper,” he replied, dropping his voice an octave and quite enjoying the way she swallowed and moved a nervous step backwards, “I find that you are much more interesting than you have presented yourself at these tedious functions.”
He took a deliberate step forward, causing her to back up yet again, until stopped by the presence of a pear tree. He leaned one arm above her shoulder and dipped his head low. “Tell me, Miss Hooper,” he purred as his mouth hovered just above hers, “what other fascinating things shall I learn about you this night?”