REICHENBACH THEORIES
BAHAHAHA
Wait.
Could we all just stop for a moment and appreciate this wonderful man here, for without him where would we be today?
Where would we be?
This is a Mike Stamford appreciation post.
Because honestly, how can you not owe him everything? He’s the one who got Sherlock and John together! Where would they be without him?
John would still be depressed and limping. Nightmares would keep him up at night, he’d be looking for a job and living in a crappy flat, and he’d be seeing a therapist who couldn’t help him. Sherlock would be the same as ever, but he never would have that real human connection, and he wouldn’t be living at 221B. Chances are he would have gotten himself killed.
Moriarty would have barely any leverage over Sherlock and everyone would have bought into the Richard Brooke myth. Lestrade, Anderson, Sgt. Donovan, none of them would have begun to tolerate Sherlock (I believe they saw the way he changed when he met John). Irene Adler would have died.
Everything happened the way it did because of Mike, just trying to find a sort-of colleague find a flatmate.
Every time I watch The Great Game, one thing bothers me:
There is no way a genius like Sherlock would treat a gun like that. I mean, he’s literally scratching his head with it. He may walk on the wild side, but he’s not an idiot.
I watched this again the other night to prepare myself for Reichenbach Falls, when suddenly it hit me.
Where on earth did Sherlock get a gun from, anyway? Not John, definitely.
And then it hit me:
OH.
MY.
GOD.
HE’S BLUFFING!!!!
Johnlock’s lovechild. So hard.
It’s so perfect. Sherlock’s build, face, cigarette, and strut, and John’s hair, jumper, and smile.
Guys. Guys. Guys.
I just noticed this.
The lady on the jury, that Moriarty threatened? Isn’t she the cabbie’s ex-wife? Aren’t those their kids, just grown up a bit? AREN’T THEY?!
Or am I completely delusional? SOMEONE TELL ME PLEASE.
Holy…
Whoa. Moffat!
What the…
Oh my GODTISS
MOFFFFFAAAAATTTTTT
Why do they do this shit to us?
