youareprettybenedictcumberbatch:

bbcsherlockftw:

moraniarty:

imyouraziraphale:

smelliet:

zhainu:

irridescentsong:

letshaveaadventure:

Pulse stop!

If you place a tennis ball in your armpit and squeeze down you can stop the pulse in your arm.

Learned that from the Houdini kids books! :D

http://www.rabbithat.com/mt_pulse_stop.htm

omg

and then he puts it under his armpit as he falls and 

then

oh god yet another theory jfc 

SCREAMING. LEGIT SCREAMING. 

this changes everything.

Oh my god.

WHAT IF?!?!?

I knew that. Why didn’t I make that connection? Fuck. I blamed it on John’s disorientation.

fannishminded:

jawdust:

Can we just. Can we just take a moment, to look at this.

Because everything I’ve seen so far has been sympathising with John, or Mrs Hudson, or Molly, or Moriarty, even Mycroft, but can we take a moment to think about how Sherlock felt here? This wasn’t a performance. This wasn’t ‘trying to make it look good’ for John, or the snipers. This was Sherlock breaking down. He had a plan, and he knew his friends would be safe, and he knew he’d live, but he wasn’t calm, or controlled. This isn’t Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective and Oscar Winning Actor. This is a single tear dripping from his chin because he’s saying goodbye to the only friend he ever knew. Sherlock doesn’t give a fuck about what the general public think about him - the only time he panicked in this episode was when he thought John doubted him. This isn’t about his career, or a game, or his reputation - this is about Sherlock having to break John’s heart. Because he was so alone too, and he has to say goodbye. He has to lose him. And he doesn’t have the closure of ‘death’, he doesn’t have a grave stone to visit, nor an excuse to mourn, or move on. He just has loss. An open wound constantly irritated by the knowledge that they’re both in the world, alone and hurt and broken, but some hideous trick of fate is keeping them apart. The injustice of it is gut wrenching.

THIS!

Jawdust, you are a GOD. THISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

And while I think he’s being a bit of an idiot, I SEE WHY. He is so terrified for john, that he won’t risk him, not till he can be sure… and god, I want to throttle him, but mostly I just want to sob for him and never stop.

breathingsboring:

pleasedont-eat-me:

whyhellohelicopter:

“Calm. Your. Tits.”

SOMEONE MAKE THIS A GIF WITH THESE WORDSAKJBAKSJB

vicivefallen:

Okay.

1. The way that Sherlock’s name is written across John’s chest. I have a cinematography boner just looking at it.

2. I was expecting Sherlock’s figure to appear behind him in the reflection. When I realised he wasn’t going to, just as John was, that’s when I lost my shit.

3. Who is buried there? Someone is.

Why’s it got two fronts?