FANDOM, Y U NO TAKE OVER THE FILM INDUSTRY?!
I would watch the FUCK out of this. I would never leave the theatre.
Oh my fucking god.
I want this film so bad. I would murder for this film. I would give up drinking Tea for this film!
I started shivering at “The Fall”
I AM HYPERVENTILATING! GIVE. IT. TO. ME. NOW!!!!
EVERY TIME I SEE THIS VIDEO I GET CHILLS ALL OVER
Amy’s last scene with the music from Sherlock’s suicide scene.
I don’t think I should have made this
go sit in a corner and think about what you’ve done.
… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.
THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS
Oh my god. Perfection.
“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”
“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.
“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”
SCREAMING, THAT LAST BIT
HOW CAN I KNOW ABOUT THIS ONLY NOW???
NO NO YOU CAN’T!
Doctor Who episode: Turn Straight
GUYS. THE THING IN THE BACK
i’ve reblogged this like three times and I HAVE NEVER SEEN THA`T
IT’S SO GOOD IT WENT UNNOTICED
I SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER WHEN I SAW IT NOT GONNA LIE
JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN AND GASPED
And John remains blissfully unaware that The Doctor visited Sherlock years ago and gave him the skull. It was a skull he’d discovered in a ruined church, a thousand years in the future. He couldn’t re-bury it in the grave it came from, because that was completely destroyed, so he took it and gave it to a young Sherlock.
‘This will keep you company until you meet him,’ the Doctor said with a smile.
Sherlock took the skull and immediately began examining it. ‘Who is it? Or rather, who was it?’
‘It’s all that’s left of an old man who lived a good life and became the most important person in yours’.
The Doctor never gave him the name he so desperately wanted, but as soon as he met John Watson on that fateful day in St. Bart’s, Sherlock knew.
After John ran off to see to Mrs. Hudson, before Molly walked through the lab on her way home, the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing interrupted Sherlock’s frantic puzzling. As the Doctor stepped out into St. Bart’s Hospital, his grave expression caused Sherlock’s rising plea for help to die in his throat.
“I’m so, so sorry,” said the Doctor.
“You could not-?”
“No. This, what’s about to happen, it’s a fixed point in time. You have to die.”
“So then why are you here?” scoffed Sherlock. “Come to grant a condemned man’s last… Oh.”
“Yes,” replied the Doctor calmly. “Anywhere in space and time. Is there anything you want to see?”
Sherlock considered. “I’d like to see John again,” he said at last. “Please, Doctor?”
The Doctor didn’t appear surprised by this request. “Of course,” he answered. “But you must understand, you can’t talk to him. He can’t see you.”
“Yes,” Sherlock appeared resigned. “I know.”
Sherlock stepped out of the TARDIS into a familiar graveyard. The Doctor joined him, and indicated the corner of the crypt they were standing next to. “Make sure you stay out of sight,” was all he said.
Sherlock cautiously peered around the corner, and spotted John and Mrs. Hudson, a little ways off, standing in front of a fresh grave. His grave, he realized. Almost as soon as he saw them, Mrs. Hudson started walking away towards a waiting car, leaving John looking lost by the grave. John started talking, and Sherlock realized that he was close enough to listen.
He’d never imagined John cared this much. He wanted so badly to run to him, grab him, cry “It’s okay, John, I’m not dead, I’m here!” but he couldn’t. As the broken soldier strode away, Sherlock found he couldn’t even bring himself to cry.
He returned to where the Doctor waited, pity filling his eyes. “Thank you, Doctor,” Sherlock said, voice even as ever. “I’m ready to return now.”
In his heart, Sherlock resolved to talk to John again before he died, to say whatever he must to prevent what he’d just seen. He would convince John that Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective had been no more than a con and that John, like the rest, had been played.
Surely then John could be happy without him.
Well I cried. This will be my headcanon until series 3.
THAT IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT I’D READ WHEN I SAW THESE PICTURES
“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”
YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.
I had no idea how much I needed that til now.
I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.
GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.
Sherlock and John need the Doctor’s help with a case, but the Doctor’s landing doesn’t go according to plan.