the napoleon of crime and the champion of law
Only in Australia…
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moriartyistheworstkidsshowhost:
Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.
This is what broke me.
This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.
This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.
Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.
FKN THIS.
FUCK EVERYTHING
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Um. That is horrifying. So reblog.
My stomach just twisted into knots.
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“I think I’d like to try [having the power of deduction] for a day without being an actor. You know, just run around town finding out shit about everybody.” (x)
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No one ever gets to me. And no one ever will.
Look at his face in the last gif. As he’s saying “No one ever will” He realizes that no one will catch him but also that no one will ever find him as a person. He has become a thing, a spider as Sherlock says later, he is no longer a man. No one will ever find him because he is so much cleverer than all of them, and good, because ordinary people are boring. He’s so sad for that one moment before putting on his laughy face for Sherlock again. Then at the end of Reichenbach, Sherlock gets to him, he sees himself, and equal, a friend even.
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