Sometimes I think about how many little things we probably do every day that would totally mess up the reasoning of a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.
Like the other day we went to the cinema and I was wearing a shirt with no pockets so I put the ticket in my trouser pocket. The next day I was wearing the same trousers and I put my hand in my pocket and found the ticket there.
Now, I have a certain selection of things I always have in my trouser pockets and I don’t really like having anything else in there because it confuses my hands when I want to get something, so I took the ticket out. And I wasn’t near a rubbish bin, but I was wearing a shirt with a breast pocket. So I put the ticket in the shirt pocket.
And I thought: if I get interestingly murdered, the Sherlock-Holmes-style detective is going to deduce that I’m wearing the same shirt that I wore yesterday. Because it’s got a cinema ticket in the pocket with yesterday’s date on, and why on earth would anyone put a cinema ticket in the pocket of a shirt unless they were wearing the shirt when they went to the cinema?
Which is a bit of reasoning we would all find totally convincing if it came from a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective. But it would be wrong. Because actually there are so many other explanations for things once you take account of the fact that people are often slightly eccentric in completely trivial and unguessable ways.
“Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way. And he distrusted the kind of person who’d take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, “Ah, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,” and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a man’s boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he’d been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen* and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!”
—Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
people: “benedict cumberbatch is the most attractive actor to play sherlock holmes”
Who dat???? *o*
jeremy brett - he played holmes in the granada television series and he’s a work of art
he is not only the most attractive actor to have played Holmes, he is also the greatest Holmes of all time. He was obsessed with getting every detail right to the point where he would refuse to film anything non-canonical. All while slowly deteriorating under the quite nasty side-effects of very strong bi-polar medication.
No one will ever top his Holmes, I love almost every single adaptation, but no one will ever come close to outshining his. It is quite literally perfection.
Holmes has his priorities sorted out.
I always reference this scene when talking about Jonny as Holmes because this is what makes him the most Holmesian Holmes since the passing of the great Jeremy Brett.
Sherlock Holmes cares about people, he cares about justice, he cares about not what is legally right but what is morally right and this scene reminds me so much of Holmes’ concern for Violet Hunter in The Copper Beeches or Violet Smith in The Solitary Cyclist or Helen Stoner in The Speckled Band all women in close proximity to abusers/potential abusers and he’s so concerned for them.
That’s Sherlock Holmes, a man concerned with justice and the protection of victims. I love Jonny’s Holmes with a passion because this is my childhood hero returned.
Letter from Doyle to Ronald Knox, July 5th 1912
Doyle: the original troll.
Making gifs out of more background moments. Like Jim running into the door.
A true method actor! No detail overlooked. <3
Animal-Lock by ~almond-goddess
I REGRET NOTHING.
Guys I’ve seen quite a few Hegehog Watson’s but this one. There’s just something so special about the way he’s rendered here. ;w; Maybe it’s the jumper and how the quills are poking out of it. ;o; (uuuuuuuuuu)
I swear it was only one hour ago that I was saying to myself, “The only trouble with all these adorable John-as-hedgehog pictures is that they tend to completely ignore the real-world issues involved in clothing a hedgehog.”
And then I realized it would probably be best if I could refrain from ever saying anything that dorky in front of other people.
Anyway, this art is great.
I am conducting an ongoing experiment in manipulating your Reichenbach feels by dosing you with puppies.
Read Phase 1 to learn why Sherlock has a tiny dog on his shoulder.
»PHASE 1 RESULTS
your experiment worked, i saw the puppy and all of the Reichenbach worries went right out of my head XD
I don’t know…this made me feel pretty bad too.
Results inconclusive. More data needed.
»INITIATE PHASE 2
Increase puppy dosage and have subjects estimate current level of Reichenbach feels on Moffat-Gatiss Pain Rating Scale.
[Dog photos by Akaporn Bhothisuwan. Pain scale borrowed from Wong & Baker. For science.]
Uh, I think I somehow left the control group. I’ve been introducing a friend to Sherlock, we watched Reichenbach last night, and I was a little wary because I was having a bad day and I anticipated ALL OF THE FEELS. But there weren’t any.
Sherlock didn’t survive the fall.
At least not the one we saw. When he asked Molly to help him, it was to get in contact with her uncle, a stage magician who discovered the secrets of Robert Angier and uses a version of Tesla’s teleporter.
Sherlock used the teleporter to duplicate himself before going up to the roof to meet Moriarty. None of that was acting, and his grave isn’t empty.
Watch your fingers, John.
Watch your mind.
That’s the hand I play from. I put it all upon the table. But one card is missing. It’s the king of diamonds.
Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone