Tag / Sherlock

by crowfooted

Would you happen to know why we keep seeing Sherlock’s smoking habit fluctuate? In the first series he has quit, in series two it seems like he may have relapsed after ASiB and is going cold turkey in HoB. Then in series three we have him trying to quit again in TSoT, and smoking with Mycroft in HLV. Is there a deeper meaning or is it just a plot point?

myownwhatsoever:

loudest-subtext-in-television-d:

I’m going to cover in depth in the S&S series, but quickly:

A Study in Pink – Sherlock is on nicotine patches.

The Blind Banker – Sherlock says on his website he’s not smoking even though he’d kill someone for a cigarette.

The Great Game – during the Janus Cars sequence, Sherlock reminds John he’s on nicotine patches.

The Sign of Three lets us know that Sherlock started smoking after the pool scene, and before he ever met Irene Adler: he already knew John’s middle name when John says it to Irene because Sherlock got a copy of John’s birth certificate. So:

John blew Sherlock’s mind when he offered to die for him at the pool, and then Sherlock and John were willing to die together in an explosion before Moriarty got the phone call. Sherlock, unsurprisingly, finds it difficult to maintain his strict “caring is not an advantage” stance in the face of that.

This is when the TSoT footage kicks in. It corresponds perfectly to Sherlock’s obsession with John and John’s blog — and thus his obsession with what John thinks of him — that we see at the beginning of A Scandal in Belgravia. Both montages are supposed to cover months of time as they do other cases together, and this is literally the ONLY point in the show where the TSoT footage fits. And it fits perfectly.

After the pool, Sherlock finds himself rethinking everything he ever thought about sentiment and it’s driving him insane. He’ll tell Irene at the end that he’s “always assumed love is a dangerous disadvantage” and a “chemical defect found in the losing side” so he’s dealing with some pretty heavy stuff. Sherlock sees cases every day where people are in love and do horrible shit to each other because of it.

Before Irene is ever in the picture, Sherlock starts smoking like a maniac and wanting to know everything about John. Stupid shit that you’d think Sherlock would delete or find too tedious to seek out. He “confiscates” John’s laptop because John looks at naked women on it. He reads John’s e-mails to his girlfriends. He gets a copy of John’s birth certificate because John won’t tell him his middle name.

Sherlock has it bad.

By the time Irene shows up and then “dies,” it doesn’t mean anything for Irene when Sherlock takes the cigarette from Mycroft at the morgue. He’s been smoking over John this whole time.

Sherlock constantly has John’s blog open during ASiB — he doesn’t just look at it over John’s shoulder when he’s writing it, Sherlock keeps it open on his own laptop. When Sherlock first begins composing sad music, it’s nothing to do with Irene: John asks about what he’s composing, Sherlock says it helps him think, and then points to John’s open blog on his laptop. Sherlock was composing that music while reading John’s blog. And which entry specifically? The one where a gay guy kills his boyfriend. A “dangerous disadvantage” indeed.

Meanwhile, this whole time John has been saying some frankly mean things about Sherlock on his blog, which Sherlock has already been bitter about since the beginning of The Great Game. Sherlock knows John thinks he’s a heartless asshole (he tells Moriarty as much at the pool scene). And John is straight — the girlfriends, the straight porn (like John would be stupid enough to look at gay porn with Sherlock always guessing his passwords) — so. There’s no point to even entertaining the idea and Sherlock can never even really face what he’s feeling. But it all comes out in his violin.

Then Irene comes back and he overhears that conversation that breaks his brain, because Irene says they’re a couple and seems to be implying John is in love with him, but John SAYS he’s not gay and that’s what Sherlock has always thought, so. John just isn’t gay. Irene is always trying to mess with them, who knows what she was trying to do. Or she’s just wrong. John writes such awful things about Sherlock, so she can’t be right.

Then Irene was in love with him and used him for a deduction and embarrassed him in front of Mycroft. That’s what love is worth.

No wonder Sherlock is screaming for cigarettes by the start of The Hounds of Baskerville, huh?

You’re evil. And probably right. Oh my God.

A small addition: During TSoT, when Sherlock is researching Major Sholto (on the day following the stag night) the ads that show up on that page and the ghost dating site are for nicotine patches (NicoBud) – I’m sure everyone is aware that ads tend to be determined by what a person has been browsing.

Both ads are for “Step 1,” which could mean that Sherlock had only recently stopped smoking.

by crowfooted

prettyarbitrary:

hazeltea:

corneliapornelia:

Mary shot Sherlock for the same reason that John shot the cabbie in A Study in Pink and Sherlock shot Magnussen at the end of His Last Vow: sentiment. 

John is Mary’s pressure point. There is nothing she would not do to protect him. Even if it means killing his best friend. It’s not understandable for us as an audience because we see this from Sherlock’s point of view. He is our main character. And Mary shot him.

But what if Sherlock would have shot Mary for the exact same reasons as she shot him, wouldn’t that have been plausible for us? That Sherlock would do whatever it takes to protect John? Because that is what Mary is doing in her own way, perhaps it’s not the right way but she’s doing it because she loves John, nothing else. 

“Love is a much more vicious motivatior”… I couldn’t find a plausible explanation why Mary would shoot Sherlock but now I have and this is it. Love. 

No, a thousand times over. She shot him because she is selfish and would rather keep John to herself and see him mourn his best friend (a process which almost destroyed him and which she witnessed firsthand) than buy herself time by knocking Sherlock out instead of shooting him, or negotiating with Sherlock to keep her secret. This isn’t love, it is greed and manipulation.

What hazeltea said.  Mary’s action was out of a very selfish love.  She chose to risk the death of John’s best friend—the man whose loss nearly BROKE HIM the first time—rather than TAKE THE RISK of losing John’s affections (as we see later, in fact John does accept her).

Contrast this against Sherlock’s love for John which, even when they are at their worst with each other, includes Sherlock being willing to put his life on the line and also handing John off to the love of another person even though it means he will have less of John’s time and attention for himself.  THAT is selfless.  (Not that Sherlock is always selfless when it comes to John, but he’s got a hell of a lot better grasp on it than Mary does.)

Mary might have called an ambulance for Sherlock, she might have given him a chance, but it was ONLY a chance.  She did NOT save his life, no matter what Sherlock argues to John.  For one thing, she’s the person who made the ambulance necessary in the first place.  If you stab somebody and then sew it up for them, it doesn’t negate the stabbing.

For another, WHERE she shot Sherlock.  In the upper abdomen, just below his rib cage.  Do you know what’s there?  Stomach, liver, intestines, spleen.

That is all soft tissue.  Very delicate tissue.  A gunshot wound acts on the soft tissues of the human body like an impact in water or a sonic boom in the air.  It creates a traumatic shockwave that ripples out from the bullet hole itself and through the tissues to rupture and crush them.  In fact, for a split second after the bullet enters the body, it creates what’s called cavitation.  This basically means ‘the splash.’  Living flesh is actually smashed open in an entry channel significantly larger than the bullet itself (this is why higher caliber is so much more damaging; the cavitation is significantly greater) and then pushes closed again.  All those soft, delicate, easily damaged organs in there—any or all of them could have been damaged beyond repair.  

Granted that the suppressor would have slowed the bullet and removed some portion of the force that does the worst of that damage.  But even if she was such a perfect shot she could thread the bullet between the stomach, intestines and spleen, all that would mean is that it had a chance of damaging all three.

Mary’s ‘surgical shot’ was more accurately a great way to doom someone to a slow, especially painful, almost certain death.  The only reason Sherlock woke up again was because she was LUCKY, and Sherlock was too stubborn to die.

Or because the writers have decided to go for the Hollywood approach to guns.

This is not to say you should hate Mary or assume she doesn’t care about John.  But understand that she is, as CAM said, very much not a good person.  People who can kill others professionally are seldom angels aside from that.

by crowfooted

can i just/ sherlock moved john’s chair into his own bedroom because it must’ve still been in the flat to reappear quickly,it isnt in plain sight which rules out the kitchen, and lugging it up the stairs to john’s room would not be an option lay me down to rest i am deceased bc sherlock curling up and falling asleep in john’s chair in his room +inhaling what remains of his smell infused in the apholstry cushions +blanket bc its the only thing that soothes him enough to actually sleep anymore bYE

ofcowardiceandkings:

/sobs quietly why this

My first thought when John’s chair was gone was that Sherlock had moved it (and possibly other stuff, too) into his bedroom – like a little John shrine of sorts – and that was why he didn’t want anyone to go into his room.

by crowfooted

The best (and most romantic) way of describing Johnlock. From my 86 year old Grandpa

Grandpa: You know, I think Sherlock and John might end up together.
Gramma: You think they’re homosexual?
Grandpa: Not really.
Gramma: So what do you mean you think they’ll end up together?
Grandpa: (frustrated) I think that they’re perfect for each other! I mean, just look at them together!
Gramma: (raises an eyebrow)
Grandpa: Stop with the homosexual! They should be with each other because they GO together! They make each other happy! Isn’t that what being in a good relationship’s about?
Grandpa: Saying someone’s homosexual is like saying I love blonds.
Gramma: You do like blonds dear.
Grandpa: But you’re not blond.
Gramma: No… I’m not.
Grandpa: You never have been! I feel in love with you with brown hair and stayed in love when you turned grey. I love you for you. Grey or brunette, young or old. Just like John and Sherlock.
Gramma: (smiling)
Grandpa: John may like women like I like blonds, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to ignore someone perfect for him just because it’s not a woman. And Sherlock clearly loves him.
Gramma: I thought you said he’s not interested in any of that.
Grandpa: Maybe not in other people. But look how he looks at John! He looks at him like I looked at you on our wedding day. It’s love. Not something so trivial as whether he’s a man or woman.
Grandpa: (out of breath)
Gramma: I knew I married you for a reason.