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okay grade my dive on a score from 1-10 okay john john are you watching make sure to watch okay
oh my god
omg what
he’s wearing his scarf
Oh my god, Mycroft has personalised flotation devices.
(via starwarscastlegeek)
God, no.
Martin Freeman’s ability to capture John Watson’s fragile, vibrating agony with the briefest of gestures continues to astound me, no matter how many times I watch this scene.
What always gets me is the way his voice catches the first time he tries to say Sherlock… He was so spectacular in this episode.
Home.
There was so much mundane, comfortable domesticity in this scene. Just makes it harder to deal with the end, I suppose.
- Don’t try to be clever. Please, keep it simple and brief.
- God forbid the star witness at the trial should appear intelligent.
- Intelligent, fine. Let’s give “smart-arse” a wide berth.
- I’ll just be myself.
- Are you listening to me?
I really love how step one in not being himself is “put the collar down”.
The whole collar thing reminds me of the scene in TGG where John goes to talk to Kenny Prince and Raoul de Santos, and he has his collar up. Like it will give him some +2 Deduction bonus stat or something.
Sherlock’s chair. John is looking at Sherlock’s chair. Now it’s empty.
That hideous shattering noise you just heard? That was my heart.
Pausing for a moment to wonder how much of John’s words Sherlock actually heard. Because based on these (stupendously beautiful) shots—particularly the last one—Sherlock’s POV seems too far away to have heard anything.
Fangirl answer:
That’s because Sherlock doesn’t need to hear what John is saying.
He can read it all in his gestures.
Yes. Yes. Yes. And perhaps…seeing only John’s body silently go through those changes—the stiff walking, the touching of the headstone, the weeping into his hands, the straightening-up into a soldier—perhaps that makes it worse for Sherlock.
Apparently, I deal with my angst via Photoshop.
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JW: Okay, this is too much. We need to be more careful.
SH: It really bothers you? …what people say…about me? I don’t understand why would it upset you?


