john barely even looking up from his phone when mary gets handed a whole list of people who hate her but totally decking the chief superintendent for calling sherlock a weirdo
Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes and George Zucco as Professor Moriarty in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939).
Keep it sassy Sherlock.
You arent living until youre following Louise Brealey on twitter
They just like to think they are.
When I first saw this scene I was surprised that Mind Palace Moriarty listed Irene as one of the people who would cry over Sherlock’s death (I figured it would make more sense to include Molly in that slot). However, after mulling it over, I concluded that there’s a deeper meaning to it. When you consider who these people are to Sherlock or what they symbolically represent, this list has a pattern.
First, Jim mentions Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson has always been like a surrogate mother to Sherlock and, up until S3, she was the only mother figure in Sherlock’s life that we knew about. So you could say that Mrs. Hudson is symbolic of parental love and affection. Next on Jim’s list are Sherlock’s actual parents; they are the literal representation of parental love.
Then, the camera angle changes—this change further emphasizes how everyone is paired off (Mrs. Hudson/Sherlock’s parents, Irene/John)—and Jim lists Irene who, as many others have pointed out, is often the symbolic representation of romantic love and sex. So, if we continue the pattern of symbolic love followed by literal love, what does John represent?
Random Cabin Pressure facts
Over time I’ve collected some random facts about Cabin Pressure that I thought I might share because maybe someone will find them interesting or useful. :3 Enjoy~
Correct spellings of some names:
Here’s a first look at the new style for the character profiles done by the lovely timevstheworld! We’re still accepting applications for suspects so if you’d like to join us on the planning side for this round head over to the application.
- Mr. France - @SherlockFrance
- Miss United Kingdom - @LSherlockians
- Dr. Iceland - @darkgreendesk
- Ms. Indonesia - @SherlockianID
- Ms. USA - @US_Sherlockians
- Mrs. Canada - @Sherlock_Canada
- Lord Los Angeles - @SoCalSherlock
This game will involve two roles, the suspects and the detectives. For more information on both head over to our about page and prepare yourself for August 11 when we try to solve the mystery of Flight Plan 221.
Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”
"There are more grains of sand in the soles of your shoes than you will be given winters to dream or summers to make those dreams real. And there are more stars in the sky than there are grains of sand on Earth. We live in a universe so big that a dying star, in the greater scheme of things, is as significant as spilled milk or an unkissed kiss. In an infinite amount of time, everything that can be forgotten, will be forgotten. In infinite, spilled milk and dying stars matter the same. And if you’re just someone brushing your teeth late at night or you’re a planet breathing your last breath as you disappear into a black hole, everything you do matters just the same. Every breath you take is as important or unimportant as the sun in the sky or the moon in the night. Scratching your ear, is a kind of miracle, depending on how you look at it."-Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (via painfulvalley)
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired