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[maryholmes94]

I know that not many people will notice this poll, but still. I just wanted to talk about the beautiful actresses of 'Sherlock', so here we go. Comments and reblogs are welcomed!

[mayabellis]

controvesial headcanon

Spoiler alert to BBC Sherlock

If you watched "Sherlock" BBC series I've got a question. Do you remember the scene when Mrs. Hudson says something like "your mother has a lot to explain" and Sherlock answers "Oh yeah, I've got a list. Mycroft has a file"? Do you remember the scenę where Holmes brothers hide cigarettes from their mother even though their adults? Do you remember the scene when Mycroft explains why did he lock Eurus and his mother says something that implies that he's a dissapointement for her? Do you remember Holmes' teasing each other about maing mum upset? I bet you remember at least one of this things. So...now there comes the right question.

Why the hell everybody see Mrs. Holmes as lovely, nice, warm person? Only because that one Christmas?

Me and my sibling decided to see her as a person who traumatized her children by making them feel they were never enough. There was the letter "M" on the book she wrote so we decided to call her Martha. I will be using that name but you can choose any else. But please let's spread the opinion that Mrs. Holmes is not cute and nice.

[your-darling-gaze]

Good evening, lovelies, guess who is back after 2 long years of suffering without you all? Did you miss me?

I missed y'all @consult-sherlockholmes @eurusholmes @consulting-criminal @consultjohnwatson @dinner--starving <3

[john-kramer-0807]

Couldn't have said it better myself

[rose-not-tyler]

Mary: shoots Sherlock

Me watching "His last vow" for the 11th time:

- R

[steddyhandsftw]

and benedict cumberbatch too. i like sian clifford though.

ok but Mark Gatiss should be fucking ashamed of showing his face in Good Omens after what he did to us all with Sherlock

[miss-bame]

Reasons why I can’t hate Eurus Holmes:

All the little moments/dialogues where Eurus showed a little bit of humanity (my favorite is the last gif with that tiny grateful smile).

PS: I am aware she’s a bad person (I mean, she kills people for fun), but here she shows that she’s also human.

“I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human... Even you”

[maryholmes94]

Many happy returns to 'Sherlock', its creators, characters and actors ❤️

[foxestacado]

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[maryholmes94]

Very good, only Eurus is a reference to the original Holmes story, 'His Last Bow', where Sherlock Holmes reflects on the changes the First World War would bring to Europe. "There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast". So in 'Sherlock' Eurus represents the fundamental change that will open to viewers the new and different side of Sherlock's character.

Sibling names in Sherlock

So I already said in a post of mine that Eurus doesn't work as a third Holmes sibling name. It is a strange name (no offense to anyone actually named Eurus if such person exists), but doesn't fit in with the rest.

We don't know why Sherlock doesn't go by his birth name anymore. It was such a missed opportunity to not make him start going by Sherlock instead of William after the Redbeard thing happens, to signify the change from a happy, emotional child into well, Sherlock Holmes.

I would name Eurus Elizabeth. It was already used for her as an alias. They are both "E". Elizabeth goes with William as a sibling name, and she could have possibly went by Lizzie, Liz or even Ellie or Beth as a child. There are some Elizabeths in Sherlock (Beth, Mary Elizabeth, Lady Smallwood *whomightalsobeanAlicia*...) Same as there are many Billys.

Also, the names Mycroft and Sherlock are the most sibling sounding names to ever sibling. There will never be a third one to match. I write stories with a lot of siblings and I always look up names that work. I will never be able to do that good of a job as Doyle did.

It's why 'Sherl' doesn't work for me and 'Myke/Myc/Mike' bothers me. "My" works as endearment, even if it's a bit confusing since it's also a pronoun. The names are My-croft and Sher-lock. Hence the fandom portmanteaus such as as kidcroft or parentlock.

"Myc" bleeds into the other part of the name and it's just a name. It's an ordinary name. If you are a Michael, you either go by Mike or you don't. Mykey is just childlish and it's used that way in the show too, to signify Mummy Holmes is treating him like a child.

I dislike 'Sherrinford' as a third name for that reason. It doesn't quite fit. Both Sherlock and Sherrinford start with "Sher" but it's pronounced differently.

Maybe it would work if they were twins? But I do think a name ending with -ford could work, if it was shorter. Any thoughts?

[harrypotterwholock]

Nothing to hide

Summary:

Imagine Sherlock finding out about your eating disorder and comforting you.

~Trigger warning for eating disorders, self harm and implied sexual abuse~

She stuck her sore fingers down her throat as she heard a loud bang at the end of the corridor. Sherlock must’ve come off of his heroine trip earlier than she had anticipated. Quickly she flushed the toilet and washed out her mouth with mouth wash to cover up the smell of vomit. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were bloodshot from the violent vomiting. They looked huge in her face, her cheekbones sticking out, just like the other bones of her body. An hour earlier she had fallen back into old behaviors, bingeing on all of the food she found in their cupboards. It took a good half an hour to rid herself of the junk she had ingested and her knuckles were red and raw. Outside of the bathroom door Sherlock went into the kitchen, probably to make himself a cuppa tea. Anxiously she took a last glance at her reflection in the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Sherlock, dear, are you up already? I thought you’d be knocked out until tomorrow noon at least." She said, watching him sit in his armchair with his eyes closed. "Yes darling, I estimated that as well, but it seems like Wiggins has made a fault during the production process." he answered. As he said this, he snapped open his eyes and scanned her over, leaning back in his chair. "I’m going to need some time to settle, sweetheart. Why don’t you go out with a couple of your girl friends?" "Oh, thats a lovely idea Sherlock, but I’m having a bit of a migraine today. I think I’m gonna go to my room and read a bit. Get some rest, darling"

Sherlock didn’t answer as he was already in his own world, fingers propped up against his chin. Hurriedly, in an attempt to flee this encounter as fast as possible, she retreated into my room and let herself fall onto her bed. The silken sheets, printed with flowers, were soft against her skin and gave her a piece of comfort in her woeful state of mind. Curling up under the covers, she looked up at the water stained ceiling and began to cry silently. Didn’t he notice the amount of distress she was in? It was very unlikely that a genius like him wasn’t able to deduce what had happened from her physical symptoms. In this moment, she felt more alone than she had in the last ten years, ever since she befriended John and Sherlock, who freed her out of her miserable world.

For years she had been abused by her boyfriend, being hit, kicked, yelled at and forced to have sex with him. On a particularly bad occasion, neighbors had heard her screams and called the police. The officers came accompanied by Sherlock and John, who had offered her to come to their apartment, as she had no family she could have turned to. At first, Sherlock wasn’t too keen on having his routines disrupted by an intruder and, because of this, decided to ignore her completely. However, as she and John got to know each other and Sherlock eavesdropped on their conversations, he got interested in her and got jealous. It was just the second time he had shown interest in any woman who wasn’t his mother, the first being Irene Adler. Her appeal to him laid in her intelligence and expertise, as she was a well known mathematician. Since then, she had helped him with a few of his cases, calculating probabilities and running simulations for him.

She thought back at all the things, he and John had done for her to help her build a new and stable life and immediately felt guilty for falling back into her harmful behaviors. She hadn’t made herself throw up or cut herself for almost two years and never in the presence of John or Sherlock. Anxiously, she thought about the consequences she would get into if Sherlock found out about her ill behaviors. She pressed her fingernails into her skin until it bled to alleviate some of the emotional pressure.

* * *

Sherlock on the other hand sat in the living room and reviewed all of the things he noticed about Evelyn in his mind palace. What had he noticed about her? Unfortunately his mind was still mildly foggy from the drugs he had indulged in the night before. Surely there had been something off about her behavior. Normally, she would complain about his drug habit and would urge him to pursue a drug withdrawal. Today however, she had been urgently trying to get away from him, to withdraw herself from his deductive gaze.

He remembered some physical abnormalities about her: Her eyes were red and her salivary glands swollen. Sherlock reprimanded himself for not looking at her more closely, but he had still been in a state of dream. "Well, I will have to get a look at her then." he thought. "Evy, would you like to order something for lunch today? How about Chinese?" he called after her.

She didn’t answer him. Now suspicious, he wandered off towards her door and cracked the door open just enough to be able to get a look at her bed. Evelyn was curled up in a fetal position under the covers, her chest rising and falling heavily. The sight made Sherlocks heart ache and twist. Hesitantly, he opened the door completely and approached his girlfriend. "Evy, are you all right? What’s going on?" He asked worriedly. Startled she turned around to face him, wiping her face, so as to not let him see her weakness. "Sure, Sherl, everything’s ok. I’ve just got a bad headache, that’s all." He watched her closely and sat down next to her on the bed, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "Do you want anything? I wanted to ask you if you fancy a cuppa tea or some Chinese for lunch?" A panicky expression flashed over her face, but she regained her composure back almost immediately. Of course Sherlock had observed her reaction. "No thanks, dear. I’m feeling a bit nauseous today." "Should I stay with you for a bit and comfort you?" he asked, taking her hand from under the blanket. He shot a glance at her hand, to confirm his deductions. "When were you planning to tell me about your relapse?" Wide-eyed she looked at him. "What do you mean with „relapsed“? I’m just having a bad day!" She told him sharply. He gripped her hand and turned it upwards "Do you really think I’d miss these signs? I’m not an imbecile, so don’t lie to me! You have the Russells signs, and your salivary glands are swollen. To me, the situation is clear. So why don’t you speak it out yourself?" "I don’t want to speak it out. I haven’t done it in years, so technically I’m recovered" "You call this recovered?" He snarled. "You should accept that you have a problem!" "I should admit that I have a problem? Why don’t you start to work on your drug addiction first? MY addiction certainly isn’t as harmful as yours!" Sherlocks gaze turned soft and he leaned forward. His voice turned to a soft whisper. "Is it not? You’ve gotten smaller and smaller over the last weeks and if you plan to throw up the rest of the little food you’re eating, you’re going to starve to death. And believe me, I myself have eaten little food during my drug sprees."

Evelyn began to cry silently, her shoulders rising and falling fast. She hiccuped as she tried to stifle a sob. Sherlock lifted up the blanket and crawled into the bed next to her. Carefully he wrapped his arms around her and drew her head into his chest. Trying to calm her, he rocked her back and forth.

"Shhh, it’s going to be okay, sweetheart, you needn’t worry about any of it. I love you, no matter what. In my eyes, you're beautiful just the way you are. I primarily love you for your intelligence and your vast personality, not for your looks or body. It tortures me to see you unhappy about something so unimportant" Lovestruck, he trailed the lines of her lips and her cheekbones with his fingers. He drew her closer to him and moved his hands on her back in circles. "I know it’s silly, it’s just that my family has always let me think I was never good enough for them. I always thought I could only be loved if I satisfied their expectations." "Don’t ever think you aren’t good enough for me. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. If it wasn’t for you, I think I would have already turned towards criminality, to distract myself from the mundane world" He kissed her softly and ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Peacefully they laid together until the sun set and they both fell into a quiet slumber.

[thesmartone]

Brilliant minds

Mycroft : *turns Eurus into a ghost story that Sherlock resented*

Sherlock: *wrote his own version of The Merchant of Baghdad*

Jim: *wrote his own version of Nativity*

Eurus: * turns the fake tombstone dates to a song to get a hug from Sherlock*

Seb: *Wrote books about his experiences in India*

Me: Dis eez da place to beee!Purrfekt phandom!Da tutuone Bee Baiker Street pamileeee!

[c-angel-b16]

This popped into my head and I’m honestly proud of myself.

[maryholmes94]

Very interesting take.

Although I would rather suggest that Sherlock doesn't hate himself, but rather doesn't know what it is to be loved, which is similar, but a bit different after all. It is a problem of all Holmes children - they don't know what it is to be loved, and therefore, as you say, they don't value their own lives. As for Mycroft - well, being an older sibling myself (with exactly the same 7 years age gap), I can only say that a childhood with a younger brother whom the parents like a little more than you (not love, but like) could be filled with something that people may call 'abuse', but it's always a two edged thing. Besides, what Mycroft was saying was actually true. He was smarter than Sherlock, and Eurus was smarter than him - but he never said he was better than both of them. And don't forget: he was not an only person who was hiding the truth from Sherlock. What about their parents? When Victor died, all three siblings were underage, and Mr and Mrs Holmes were responsible for them, so they were there when Sherlock 're-wrote' his memories, and apparently approved it.

And as for John - well, the huge part of 'Sherlock' fandom (first of all johnlockers) believes - wrongly - that this show was similar to traditional understanding of the Holmes-Watson duo, which we saw in movies with Rathbone and Bruce, Livanov and Solomin, Brett and his two Watsons, where the producers played on the motto "the opposites attract". But it was never the case in 'Sherlock'. From the very beginning John was aggressive, demanding and reprimanding, because he was trying to make from Sherlock a person who would suit him and compared with whom he would look 'normal'. They were never 'opposites', and they never had this ability to find peace in each other's company, because both were seeking the same thing, adrenaline. And in 'The Lying Detective' all this negativity came to surface, and, by beating Sherlock John was actually beating himself. And as for Sherlock - well, he doesn't have much experience with relationships, so he can't see when the relationship is toxic and needs serious mending. He just doesn't know what to do in such situations, as he himself said to this therapist in 'The Six Thatchers'.

And finally, this scene from 'The Final Problem' - I rewatched the whole series this summer and have to say that it is very clever. Because what Moriarty says? He says: 'Here we are. The end of the line. Holmes killing Holmes'. But there are three Holmeses in the room, and so it could be interpreted as 'Sherlock killing Mycroft', but also 'Eurus killing Sherlock' and 'Sherlock killing Sherlock'. And what Eurus didn't expect was that Sherlock would change the rules of her game in order to cross that line. She didn't see that coming because the last time he was confronted with such choice he chose friendship, not family. And now he metaphorically 'killed' himself in order to become a different person - someone who would care for his friends but would not forget his family.

The Lying Detective, self hatred and acceptance of abuse

There's something I need to let out of my chest about Sherlock and this episode in particular, cause it's the one that really opened my eyes about something very important regarding Sherlock: he hates himself. He really does, and because he hates himself he believes he deserves all the abuse he gets from the persons he loves.

At some point he says he believed he thought he was an idiot, because Mycroft kept repeating he was the smartest one when they were younger. That was until he met "ordinary people" and realized he was actually, you know, very smart compared to others. And yet, he kept believing that Mycroft was way above him in terms of intelligence. He accepted it, and because he accepted it he trusted him to know what was better for him. And Mycroft, in return, felt entitled to let him believe that Redbeard was a dog and not his childhood friend, and to hide him that he had a sister, who was also a murderer, who had let said friend rot in a well. He felt he had to do it because he didn't trust Sherlock to handle the truth. He thought he was what? too stupid to understand? Too sensitive?

Now don't get me wrong, I love Mycroft as a character, and I know that he did all that "for Sherlock's good", but at the end of the day, lying, manipulate a child's memory and repeating him all the time that he's stupid was textbook abuse. And Sherlock wouldn't have accepted to be called stupid, and would have probably seen that Mycroft wasn't THAT intelligent if he wasn't so deep in self-loathing. But then how was he supposed to love himself if he was always treated like the "slow one" of the family by his own big brother?

When Molly slapped him not once, but THREE TIMES, because he was high, again he didn't flinch, didn't protest. It's not an attack against Molly, I understand why she was upset at the sight of the man she loved destroying himself, but my point is: he could have considered that it wasn't her business, he could have told her to stop. But again, if someone he respects like Molly believes he deserves to be slapped, then he does.

Now John. Sorry guys, that's the hard part I have to say out loud. John was an excellent friend up until a certain time, no argument. One could even argue, and be right, that Sherlock was the abusive one for a while: he treated him like an idiot -but then Sherlock thinks everyone's an idiot except for Mycroft, ruined his first date, unintentionnally (or not) ruined several of his relationships by being obnoxious around his girlfriends, played dead for two years instead of confiding in him like any good friend would do, made him believe they would both die only to hear him say good things about him, I mean... Sherlock's definitely not an angel and for quite a long time, he was rather a shitty friend too. I guess growing up without friends, not even your own sibling will do that to you, but it's an explanation, not an excuse for being an asshole to everyone.

And yet John accepted him as he was, and always forgave him, so of course Sherlock came to idealize him like he idealized Mycroft, for different reasons of course. For the record, I love Sherlock and John's relationship/friendship/bromance/romance/whatever it is. Up until TLD at least I found it... precious. Yes Sherlock was an ass, more than once, but he acknowledged it, and showed he wanted to be better: he not only apologized, but he also grew to become a better person, someone who would be worth of John's affection.

What happened in The Lying Detective, though... what the hell happened? So John was sad because he lost Mary. Understandable. Even if popular theories like to claim he never loved her, his despair and the fact that he keeps her ghost with him all the time said it loud and clear: John loved Mary, very much indeed. And he was mad at Sherlock who he considered responsible for Mary's death. It was also understandable, if Sherlock hadn't shut his big mouth, yada yada... Ah I love to see a a female character fridged so two male characters can suffer and grow thanks to her sacrifice . But then what we know... happened, Sherlock was high as a kite, to the point he was very close to losing it completely he lost it completely, he took a scalpel and John, well, stopped him. But then John lashed on him. He BEAT HIM UP LIKE A PULP, which was at this point completely unjustifiable because Sherlock was no longer a threat, and he would have maybe killed him in his effort if two male nurses hadn't stopped him. But this post isn't about John and his disturbing lust for violence, not really. It's about Sherlock.

What Sherlock did? Nothing. Not one time did he try to defend himself. He took all the hits, didn't ask John to stop, just once again... Accepted. He accepted that he deserved John's violence, even said John was entitled to do that because he had "killed his wife". And Joh doubled down, "yes you killed my wife". But HE knew it wasn't true. Sherlock didn't, though. He was sick because he felt as if he had killed Mary herself, and that's why he was so adamant to grant her her last wish. As someone who hated myself for a long time, I totally recognized the impulse to take the blame for everything bad that happens. That's what Sherlock does, all the damn time.

Violence between men is often glossed over because the old say "boys will be boys". After all it wasn't the first time that John beat Sherlock up, he had done it after Sherlock came back from the dead but it was just for laughs and giggles then, "haha so funny John assaulted him three times, look his noise's bleeding, lol", and also the audience thought that Sherlock deserved it after all, so... it was fine, sort of. Notice that there too, Sherlock didn't try to fight back and didn't ask John to stop. Like, I still don't undrstand why John punched him the last time: because he told him he missed the thrill of the chase? What was wrong in saying that? Except that it was probably true? I'm personally never comfortable with the normalization of violence between men on TV especially when only one is actually fighting the other, but that's just me I guess.

In TLD it was very different. It wasn't funny, and it was certainly not ok. And I was very upset when at the end, not only John didn't apologize to his best friend for physically abusing him, but Sherlock was the one comforting him at the end. The man had almost been murdered by a serial killer, before that his second role model beat him like a pulp for a crime he didn't commit, and he was still the one being strong for John.

I have a big problem with the way this matter was handled, because John's violence was just.... forgotten. And if it had been the only time that he had expressed his anger against Sherlock with his fists, I'd agree it was just a bad moment in their relationship even though he'd still need to apologize for making it ok. But here there's nothing that tells Sherlock that John won't do it again; nothing that guarantees that the next time Sherlock will upset him, John won't lash out on him again, and it will be acceptable because for some reason, violence against a man is somehow ok.

The idea is, I suppose, that there's no power imbalance like there is between a man a woman. If Sherlock wanted to fight John he probably could easily win, he's strong and has enough fighting skills for that. That's not the problem. There IS a power imbalance in that Sherlock will always believe that John is entitled to be mad at him, thus to beat him up if he wants. And since John apparently never apologized for assaulting Sherlock, I have no idea if he realized how wrong it was, and if he intends to change. I don't know about you, but personally I thought texting a woman in secret from his wife wasn't a big deal compared to what he did to Sherlock, and yet that was the only thing that, apparently, John felt guilty of.

Sherlock really broke my heart when he told John that by saving his life, Mary had given it a value. Which meant, basically that before Mary's sacrifice, his life had no value whatsoever, at least in his eyes. Let that sink in for a minute.

"The Lying Detective" is a very fitting name for this episode and for Sherlock in general, because Sherlock doesn't just lie about being almost killed by Culverton Smith, he constantly lies to himself.

He did it when he claimed he fell back into his drug habits "for a case" -if he wanted to attract the press/Magnussen's attention on him there was a lot of things he could have done, he did it all his life about being devoid of feelings and emotions, did it about the reason why he literally offered his life to Culverton; yeah he wanted to "save John Watson" and honor Mary, but it was also about ending his own suffering, a result he hoped to get at best by catching Culverton Smith, at worst by dying.

No wonder why when Eurus challenged him to choose between John and Mycroft, he chose to kill himself. That's actually strange that she didn't see it coming. Probably she didn't know him as much as she thought. He made that choice because he thought he was the one deserving to die. Not Mycroft, not John, not even Eurus... Of course it was also a calculated risk, as he had understood at this point that he was the only one Eurus wanted to keep alive because everything she did was about him for some reason. But I truly believe he would have rather pulled the trigger and shot himself rather than killing Mycroft or John. I saw once someone claim that Mycroft knew Sherlock would choose to save John anyway and that's why he wanted to make things easier, but I think nothing's further for the truth. Sherlock would have never chosen. It would have always been him.

[jillianedelheit]

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[nathaly-holmes]

my two dumbass children, goofing around