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thecutteralicia:

This is a completely underrated scene. 

For those who allege that Sherlock doesn’t care about his clients, look at that third gif. There’s real sadness and compassion there. During this scene, Henry is actively suicidal and keeps putting a gun in his mouth, but it’s Sherlock – not John, the soldier and doctor – who talks Henry down. 

“Someone needed to keep you quiet; needed to keep you as a child to reassert the dream that you’d both clung on to, because you had started to remember…You couldn’t cope. You were just a child, so you rationalized it into something very different. But then you started to remember, so you had to be stopped; driven out of your mind so that no one would believe a word that you said.”

Does Sherlock only care about the mysteries? At this point in the episode, he already had the solution. He knew the workings behind H.O.U.N.D. and the poisonous gas. He could have left. But he wanted to make Henry understand, to alleviate some of the grief he’d carried since his father’s death. Sherlock even forces Henry to look at the dead dog to drive the point home. “You couldn’t cope. You were just a child.“ 

It’s a remarkable display of empathy on Sherlock’s part. 

I had to go back and find and reblog this meta from four years ago because it’s taken on new poignancy in light of The Final Problem. Now we know that Sherlock, too, had conjured a hound of his own. 

“Now we know that Sherlock, too, had conjured a hound of his own.”

Holy. Crap.

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After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

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Irish women are strong as fuck

“I lived, bitch” irl

sherlylockslove:

“Sherlock’s Poppet.”

Even though Sherlock is not facing him when he enters the room and takes his coat off, John knows the look on Sherlock’s face says that he has made a decision that John would be unwise to counteract. His skills may not be as honed as Sherlock’s, but he deduces that it has something to do with the ball of fluff sat between his legs.

“Okay, out with it.” John turns to hang his coat.

“The killer’s dog, ‘Poppet’ here witnessed the murder. Poor environment for one so young, so after Lestrade made the arrest and left, I thought to provide her a more stable environment…”

John’s smile belays any minute considerations of asking the dog to go. He goes to join Sherlock on the sofa, mindful not to scare the small creature. He holds out his hand for Poppet to sniff before giving Sherlock a quick peck on the cheek. “You do have a way with bringing home strays…”

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You’ve been putting off cleaning your late fishes aquarium. Today the algae did its first space flight test.

I stared at the aquarium. A little rocket plopped out of the water and fell on the floor. «Man.. i really need to clean.» I said as ate my fourth sandwich. «I’ll do it tomorrow.» But i didn’t. I never did. The algae treated me like a God. I was God.

Please, don’t ever clean your aquarium

It honestly was a little shocking to find small statues of myself littering the area that the algae grew from, but i ignored it, thinking that was just normal algae stuff

a few days later, I walked towards the aquarium to find it completely empty. I looked up and saw a hole in the roof, the edges covered in algae. I looked down and saw a note being held down by a small likeness of myself. “Thanks for helping us. In return, we will send a bust of you to Venus, your favorite planet. Goodbye and thank you for everything you’ve done”

w h o l e s o m e

It’s been about a week now. Apparently NASA got a lot of funding out of nowhere. The algae paid to have my roof fixed, so that’s pretty nice. Still haven’t gotten around to that fish tank. Found out some bacteria started growing in it and learned about an “Ancient advanced civilization” or something. They just now developed written language.

e x t r a w h o l e s o m e

I picked up some of the language from the bacteria. We have some basic conversations from time to time, i sometimes talk about my day and hear about their advancements in technology. They’ve built a few cities so far. I don’t think I’ll be cleaning that tank anytime soon (I’ve been thinking about buying another so they can expand).

Update: bought a tank and now the civilisation is expanding perfectly. Not only that, but the technology is better as well. They made hover cars in the tank and they’re flying around. They asked if I want one, but I declined.

Why would you decline!?

The real question: Do they use the fish like horses?

I was nervous that the goverment would find out about the civilization and want to take me and the tanks to a ficility where they would put us through tests to find out of world domination was on our minds.