Hubby made a comment last night about how Sherlock and Irene Adler could now see each other, as both of them are in hiding and supposedly dead.
It made me imagine Sherlock getting a text, a day or two after his “death”, saying, “Welcome to the club. Let’s have dinner.” :D
One of my favourite lines in this ep, I think. :)
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My heart broke when they reached for each other. John will never love someone as much as he loves Sherlock; even when Sherlock dies no one can compete with him. And Sherlock’s never quite loved somebody like he loves John.
I don’t care if you see it as romantic or not, but their love is undeniable and undefinable. It’s timeless.
This was just so beautifully shot, so well-acted. Stunning all around. This relationship—this dynamic that’s been around for decades and decades, in literature and film and all sorts of adaptations—is dealt with so amazingly on Sherlock, better than I’ve probably ever seen.
Here we have Sherlock, a man who claims not to connect to anything but his work on a personal level, and John who hadn’t been able to really connect with anything until he met Sherlock. And here they are reaching out for each other in the end. These two do complete each other, let’s face it. However you look at it, that fact remains.
The hands really do kill me. They say so much. John’s is all “I don’t believe you’re really going to do it, why are you saying you are” and Sherlock is like…he knows he’s going to hurt John and he wants to tell him everything he can but he can’t and he can’t reach out and show him either but dammit he’s going to try.
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*Fzzzzzt* Brain offline
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Awesome teaser trailer on the radio this morning for Sunday’s The Reichenbach Fall. Sunday can’t come quick enough! “Come on, Sherl. What’s the final problem?”
tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Dinosaurs. :)
