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Posting and reblogging Star Trek, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, vintage, retro, kitsch, abandoned places, Shatner, Nimoy & Kelley and anything else that fascinates me. And BUNNIES!

BTW, I'm a writer, so if I tend to put words together in the form of sentences, and occasionally, paragraphs - understand, it's the way I am.

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sofuckingchuffed:

mirabilelectu:

I need to talk about this moment.

Sherlock is terrified of Moriarty. Legitimately terrified of him. So terrified that Moriarty is literally the monster under Sherlock’s bed and the thing that keeps Sherlock up at night.

In The Great Game, Sherlock wanted to meet Moriarty. He reveled in the game, loved the chase, and saw Moriarty as the one man who could actually challenge him. He invited Moriarty to the pool just so he could finally meet his nemesis.

And then Moriarty got John. He took him, strapped Semtex to his chest, and threatened to burn Sherlock’s heart away. And now Sherlock fears Moriarty more than anything else. More than the Hound, more than his own brain lying to him, he is afraid of Moriarty.

It’s no longer a game, it’s real.

These were my thoughts exactly in this part. I thought it revealed a lot about Sherlock…

Remember how flustered Sherlock was, even after he got the explosives off John? I think you’re right. He finally has a friend - not that he ever thought he needed one, but now that he DOES, he’s making changes, concessions, in himself, even apologizing on occasion, to keep him from leaving. (In my mind, I’ve likened the pair to Eliza Doolittle and Professor Higgins, refining each other in their own way. Good friends have positive effects on one another.)

He hides it well, mostly, but I think you’re right.

(Source: jeeslees)