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Sherlock Holmes, BBC Sherlock (x)

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Sherlock Holmes, BBC Sherlock (x)

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I’ve never looked at TRF shooting script before, because why would anyone, but uh

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Benedict Cumbebatch in the Pilot of Sherlock

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DX 707 (‘Sherlock’)

Have we talked about the fact that the ‘patience grenade’ is called ‘DX 707′?

I mean, DX=dicks…Right? And 707 is just another way to write *lol*. 

Mofftiss told us there is going to be a *cough* massive ‘explosion’ that will rip right through 221b Baker Street. This ‘explosion’ will occur when somebody makes the first move. And then Mofftiss took that ‘explosion’ and slapped the subtitle ‘Dicks! LOL’ on it in shining bright marker to make sure we understood what it is that’s gonna explode. Basically.

In case you hadn’t noticed: Mofftiss have the humour of 13-year-olds.

Also, this whole scene in TFP cracks me up every time because it is such a realistic depiction of that obsessive pre-sex arithmetic you go through in your head when you’re afraid that the walls could be too thin and somebody could hear you.

I mean, come on! :D You all know these thoughts too, admit it:

“Hang on, maybe we should wait with the sex until Mrs Hudson has moved to a part of the flat where she can’t hear us go at it…Thank God, she’s listening to loud music, so she probably won’t notice anything…Otherwise the walls aren’t very thin, though, right? So, the neighbours next door probably won’t hear us…Gosh, I hope the people in the café below don’t hear us…Wait, it’s Sunday. Thank God for that…Well, if my brother Mycroft turns up while we’re having sex, he will probably head right for the stairs again…Oh…ooooh, John, what are you doing…”

And then all conscious, rational thought leaves your mind because that’s the point where you two metaphorically ‘break through’ the glass pane you have been hiding behind for years.

Dicks *lol*, indeed. 

We just have to be patient with this patience grenade.

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You. It’s always you.

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We have more in common than you like to believe.

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Sorry! (not really, tho. But maybe I should read more fluffy fics and steer away from angsty fics for a while..)

insp.

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even crazier that stars were literally projected on john’s fucking face later in the same episode

thinking about

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

“i though you didn’t care abo-”

“doesn’t mean i can’t appreciate it.”

has me staring out a giant glass door, dissociating with my coffee mug in one hand and my other in my pocket like some sad divorced middle aged man. they age me by like 30 years. it feels like my wife left me. come back to me bbc sherlock.

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REMEMBER THERE WERE FIVE PIPS AND THE LAST ONE WAS JOHN

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human error

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Sherlock in TEH: turned away from the camera

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EXCUSE ME?!?!???

That's just the way life goes I like to slam doors close Trust me, I know it’s always about me I love you, I'm sorry.

You said "forever" and I almost bought it I miss fighting in your old apartment Breaking dishes when you're disappointed I still love you, I promise.

bro this fits SO WELL whattheactualfuck I JUST REALIZED????

okay but I feel like on some level imyims fits sherlock more (I know you said that we're not talking but I miss you I'm sorry😭) and ilyims is actually perfect for john (the bridge HELLO)

an entire edit is alr done in my head should I actually do it

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