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jazzandpizazz · 2 years ago
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daily dose of granada holmes: he kind of looks like he’s sleeping
november 27, 2022
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did-i-mention-the-shirt · 2 years ago
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i figured out i just want to look like every male british actor ever
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mandalores · 3 years ago
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Those cheekbones for God’s sake. The color of his eyes. Those curls. His cupid’s bow. This man was crafted by the hands of angels.
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garkgatiss · 3 years ago
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The Sherrinford “Not”
The Final Problem Explainer, Part I
Imagine Hamlet is a real person. Someone makes a documentary, a reality TV show, about this real person, Hamlet. The person you see on the screen is real Hamlet; you watch him living his real life. The only filter between you (the viewer) and Hamlet’s life is the editor of the show, who arranges the documentary-style footage into a legible story.
Now imagine William Shakespeare writes a play. Hamlet. This play, Hamlet, dramatizes the doings of the real person, Hamlet. Imagine in this scenario that the character Hamlet is played by Real Hamlet. You’re not watching Hamlet live his real life, but you’re watching him act out a version of some things similar to things he has previously done in his real life. Some things have been edited or embellished for artistic or dramatic purposes. You could even imagine, for the purpose of this exercise, that Shakespeare is not the playwright at all, that the true playwright is Horatio, real friend of real Hamlet. After all, we see the fictional Horatio who declares his intent in the final moments of Hamlet to “speak to the yet unknowing world/How these things came about”. Perhaps Shakespeare is only Horatio’s literary agent.
Now imagine, centuries later, Tom Stoppard writes a play: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. This play is yet another degree of remove from Real Hamlet; it is a play about Hamlet. It is a play about a play about the real person Hamlet. It isn’t simply theatrical fan-fiction, though. The purpose of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is specifically to illustrate the vast gulf between viewing authentic first-hand footage in a documentary of the life of Real Hamlet, and viewing a post-hoc dramatization of it. The purpose of this play is to deconstruct the theatrical illusion of reality. The purpose of this play is to expose the inherent limits of a fiction.
When you watch Hamlet, your mind uses the implications and suggestions of the text to fill in the spaces between scenes and create a fully realized world that these characters continuously inhabit when out of view. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, using the same medium of theatre, strips this illusion away.
Perhaps you can see where I’m going with this analogy in regards to BBC Sherlock.
[Read the rest on Medium.com/TJLC]
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imposterogers · 3 years ago
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the sherlock holmes films are so wild bc u just have to accept that sherlock is high key in love w john for anything to make sense
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queerholmcs · 3 years ago
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Hey ! :) I keep hearing about the infamous skull and I can’t find details about it, could you possibly link an explanation or something? It sounds spicy and I’m desperately curious 🤠
i’m going to assume this is in reference to the absolute work of art that is bbc sherlock series four and not some other infamous skull that really ought to be paying rent for all the brain space it occupies at this point in my life 💀💙
i think about that skull at least twice a day and i will gladly compile my favourite bits :) i think amy @garkgatiss said it best here:
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screenshots & more below the cut
so! we’ll start with asip, just to refresh you on how the original actually looks (it’s fine, i’ve been spending so much time thinking about s4 it’s a proper shock to me when i see the original now):
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and we use that same piece of home decor very consistently for three seasons, with the exception of the victorian era of tab, where we shake things up and keep it relevant to the victorian era.
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series four is where it gets fun, though, and for tst, tld, and tfp we’re provided these variations on a theme with a bioluminescent photographic print, in your choice of colour (and no, i did not edit these at all, besides cropping them)
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with the notable exception of this bit in tld, where it’s replaced with a black square.
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arwel was kind enough to share the full image with us on his instagram back in 2020:
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but i think my favourite bit of all of it has to be from the q&a steven and mark did back in 2018.
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you know, you’re right, of course, my mistake. there is absolutely nothing unusual about this wall decor’s luminescence levels. actually, all of my wall hangings at home glow just like that.
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absolutely nothing to see here 🙂
i can’t say with certainty what this all means, per se, of course, but. it certainly does keep me awake at night.
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@febuwhump Day 4: Knife to the Throat
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„Sherlock!“
„Don’t move, don’t move, I swear, one step and I’ll …!”
Sherlock said nothing. At the moment, it was hard enough to swallow without injuring himself. He could feel the cold metal of the blade against his throat, the faint itching warmth that told him his skin had been cut. The warmth radiating from the body of his capturer where he pressed against Sherlock’s back mixed with both their frantic heartbeats.
Of course, Sherlock wasn’t in panic. Williams was, though, and that wasn’t a great condition for someone pressing a knife to your throat. Williams was small fry, not cut out for a murderer, but that wouldn’t save Sherlock if the man currently threatening to cut his throat lost his head.
He tried to tilt his head, just half a centimetre, so he could watch John from the corner of his eye. John hadn’t moved, but he hadn’t lowered the gun either. It wasn’t of much use though because at the moment Sherlock served as a rather solid human shield for Williams. Unfortunately, getting shot was at the top of the list of things Sherlock wanted to avoid tonight, second just to getting his throat cut.
“Drop the gun.” Williams’s breath was hot and damp at Sherlock’s cheek and he had to grit his teeth to fight the urge to pull away.
Their eyes met, John’s lips a thin white line. Sherlock stared at him without blinking, hoping to convey the notion that John absolutely shouldn’t do as he was told.
“I said drop the gun!”
There was a sharp sting to his skin which made Sherlock hiss in surprise and then the familiar clatter of a gun on concrete and nothing but William’s heavy breathing. Sherlock, who had raised his chin in and involuntary movement of trying to withdraw, could feel the warm trickle of blood running down the exposed skin of his throat and disappearing somewhere into the wool of his scarf.
Splendid. It would be ruined now. He had quite liked that one.
Blinking, he reassessed the situation. He wasn’t gravely wounded, otherwise he would already have begun to feel the blood loss. He couldn’t see John anymore, but it was obvious that he was unarmed now. Sherlock had to rely on his intuition.
He was fairly sure that if he managed to grab William’s arm just so, he would be able to surprise him and turn around. However, there was a decided chance that he would cut an artery in the process which was not a good starting point to not getting one’s throat cut. And John was unarmed now, so –
“Sherlock. Are you okay?”
John’s voice sounded perfectly calm to an outsider, but Sherlock could tell he was worried. The continuous perception of warmth at his throat in combination with the worry in his voice told Sherlock that the cut must be a bit deeper than first anticipated. Which was …
… oh, which was brilliant.
“Sherlock?”
He felt a bit sorry for John, but he would thank him later.
“ ’m fine,”, he mumbled, letting his shoulders slump and shifting some of his weight so it rested against Williams, just enough to be noticeable. “Just … a bit …” He swallowed, blinking rapidly as if trying to regain focus. He could feel Williams adjusting his grip, supporting his body with his own from behind.
“Stop that nonsense”, he hissed but Sherlock could hear the panic returning to his voice. “This is barely a scratch, you cannot possibly …”
“Yes, yes”, Sherlock muttered, at the same time letting his eyes drift shut and leaning back a little more, forcing his capturer to hold him upright.
“Sherlock”, he heard John say again, now sounding seriously worried. He couldn’t do much about it, though, because Williams had begun to mumble of consistent string of profanities into his ear, obviously buying his ruse.
“Put that knife away”, John said, a certain commanding tone to his voice he only employed during a situation of crisis. “Put it– Jesus, Sherlock!”
Sherlock, who had felt the hand holding the knife begin to tremble and giving him some leeway, had let his head loll to the side with a little whimpering sound that was sure to spike the other men’s worry.
“This – this is impossible”, he heard Williams stammer, “he didn’t lose much blood, I –“
“For god’s sake, he can barely stand!”, John roared. “Put that knife away or he’s going to collapse right into the blade, and this will be murder!” Sherlock appreciated John’s words with a shaky exhale through half-opened lips. It was quick-thinking to bring to mind William’s criminal record. He certainly didn’t want to quadruple his it by accidentally cutting a consulting detective’s throat.
It worked. “I didn’t do anything! Fuck, fuck, that’s impossible!”, Williams whined while pulling his hand away, his voice actually shaking. “Oh god, is he …?!” But the suddenly absent support of his arm around his shoulders made it necessary for Sherlock to slump forward if he didn’t want to give away his game, and in the next second Williams suddenly yanked away his hands like someone who had accidentally touched a very hot surface.
Sherlock crashed to the ground and the impact actually hurt, sparing him to fake another groan. Half a second later, John was at his side, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around, eyes wide with a fear that sent a peculiar bolt of guilt through Sherlock’s nervous system. John was a doctor, for Christ’s sake, he should have been able to realise Sherlock was only simulating.
“Sherlock!”, he gasped, “can you hear me?”
“Of course I can!”, Sherlock replied, already leaping up to his feet, “what are you waiting for? We are losing him!”
He had the uncomfortable feeling that there was a stern talk waiting for him some time in the future, but for the moment they were bolting out of the door in hot pursuit of Williams.
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consult-sherlockholmes · 2 years ago
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That seemed like his fault you got your deductions wrong, don't be too hard on yourself. You still ended with benzos (and just choosing the one that made sense, since it seemed they denied benzos at first)
You are giving someone else the fault than me? That's a new thing. Usually people blame me for everything. Even think I am the murderer from now and then.
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serious-goose · 3 years ago
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let me explain...
hannibal rewatches are for when i'm feeling good and i wanna enjoy myself
sherlock rewatches are for when i'm at my lowest point... the universe has let me down and i would like to be let down one more time thank you 🥲
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waitedforgarridebs · 2 years ago
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I keep saying this, and I'll say it again...
TLD is simply a version of the gay pilot on crack
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finalproblem · 4 years ago
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So remember that Una Stubbs fitness record? Somebody posted it. Enjoy!
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jazzandpizazz · 2 years ago
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daily dose of granada holmes: this screencap is very nice to look at for some reason
january 2, 2023
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benevolenterrancy · 3 years ago
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how many different sherlock holmes adaptations can i consume at once? the answer may surprise you (god help my friends and family)
a chill doodle from dnd night, because this show is such soft vibes
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daily-fgo · 3 years ago
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daily fgo day 204: sherlock
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zipstick · 3 years ago
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how do you guys think arthur conan doyle would feel if he found out about this
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artemis-pendragon · 3 years ago
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Come on gang let's get Sherlock trending too
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