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lyssyinthetardis reblogged cumberqueenSource: lingering-silence
“I’ve been online and looked at all the theories and there’s one clue that everyone’s missed. It’s something that Sherlock did that was very out of character, but which nobody has picked up on.” - Steven Moffat
Sherlock has his phone (looks to me like that at least) in his hands there, hiding it cleverly in his coat sleeve most of the times.
Why? That leads to my idea related to quote above from Steven Moffat.
I am referring to the conversation between Sherlock and Jim on the roof. Sherlock is doing something out of character there: He’s asking questions, he seems confused. But only that much to not make Jim suspicious.
Sherlock: But the rhythm …
Jim: Partita no. 1, thank you, Johann Sebastian Bach
Sherlock: But then how did you …?
And then Jim explains his entire plan how he broke in several important buildings at once. It’s not the only time in that conversation where Sherlock acts like the “dumber one” of both, of course not too bluntly so Jim doesn’t realize what’s going on.
Why does Sherlock act like he’s lost and hasn’t figured out Jim’s entire plan? So he can record what Jim is saying (in sense of a confession) on his phone, which he has in his hand/coat sleeve.
When you watch the scene again, Sherlock steps to the edge of the roof, till to that point he was acting. Then he starts laughing, cause he feels like he has won. The most important parts he probably has recorded. So he steps back down again. Now he’s back to his “normal self”. I feel like you can see it in his attitude even (comparing 2nd screenshot with 3rd)
Later, when he’s on the phone with John, Sherlock says: “This is my note.”
Before he jumps of the building, he throws the phone away, to leave it on the roof.
Hmm, these are my thoughts to the scene so far.
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dduane reblogged lemon-assassinSource: finalproblem
looooove the “hand-on-the-neck-so-that-John-couldn’t-go-there-to-feel-for-the-pulse” bit! hadn’t occurred to me yet!
*applauds*
A couple of notes here in passing about the checking-for-a-pulse thing:
(a) Even when you have a clear shot at a pulse point, it can be surprisingly difficult to find, especially if the pulse is weak or thready. That said:
(a1) John’s hand is actually pretty poorly positioned to find a wrist pulse at all. The spot on Sherlock’s wrist that John’s gripping during the closest shot — the one where the woman’s hand pulls his away — is such that he has no better than a 50/50 chance of finding a pulse at all even if there’s a perfectly good one to be found. Naturally we can put the poor positioning down to his own great distress and the fact that somebody’s just knocked him down in the road.
(b) And even if there was no pulse to be felt: mere lack of a pulse does not mean either that someone is dead, or that they cannot be resuscitated. While still nursing I participated in any number of (much more commonplace) codes during which there was no pulse, or detectable pulse, for many seconds before we got things going again.
The main matter of interest for me here: that face on the stretcher, as excerpted above, really looks nothing like Sherlock, blood or no blood.
(sigh) Tell 2013 to hurry up.
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Playing the Misfits as we walked by. Decided we were kindred spirits. Ordered fries. (Taken with Instagram at D.O.G.)
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zombiecuddle replied to your quote: Although [divorce] was usually reserved for…
Yo but if you’re ever back in my neck of the woods let me know so we can go get drunk and bitch about marriage and also you can translate my diploma for me and I can be a classics poseur
Well obviously we’re doing that. And then after drinking and bitching you can help me become a healthcare poseur as I tell you that your diploma basically says ‘ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine me’ in Latin, because if it doesn’t why even bother graduating?
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i try to avoid talking about my love life on the internet, but self-censorship be damned! i’m in love, and i don’t care who knows it. crocheting, i still love you, but there’s a new yarn craft in my life, latch hooking. it could just be a summer fling, but i think it’s something more.
i mean, why buy the rug online for $25.99 when you can spend hours and nearly as much money making your own?
p.s. i apologize to those in the orlando area affected by the shortage of m.c.g. textiles latch hook yarn in oatmeal. though i bought hobby lobby’s entire supply, running out has left me at a standstill. i, too, am suffering. -
Aww thanks radishes, I love you too. (Taken with Instagram at The Sin Bin)
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