apophenic dreams.

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

- C.S. Lewis

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paperlings:

post-reichenbach; sherlock’s reappearance.

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Whether it’s Jeremy Brett, David Burke, Edward Hardwicke, Nigel Bruce, Basil Rathbone, Vasily Livanov, Vitaly Solomin, Robert Downey Jr., Jude Law, Benedict Cumberbatch or Martin Freeman…

behindtintedglass:

I don’t think any of these men would’ve been able to play their part in this quintessential partnership and timeless friendship without developing and nurturing that same bond between them, both as the titular characters they play and as their own persons, as they relate to each other.

For there is something about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s characters that truly lives on, as if these characters have souls that have stretched out through time and space and have settled subtly and noiselessly into the hearts of the men who play them, coiling their invisible threads of fate once more, binding these men to each other and to the hearts of the audience who has always seen them as the best and wisest men we have ever known.

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behindtintedglass:

nightowl81:

Those small nods they give each other during the final scene of The Great Game - this is what Holmes and Watson are all about ♥ One heart and one mind.

More than their touching non-verbal communication, what moves me about this scene is the what it means for them to be seeking each other’s gazes even in such a terrifying moment.
For Sherlock, it’s a silent apology of “I’ve never meant for this to happen, I’m sorry you had to be dragged into this”, a gentle reprimand of “why couldn’t you have just saved yourself instead of looking after me all the time—you’re a soldier after all, you know how these things work” and a wordless vow of “never again—never again, I’ll stop Moriarty so he’ll never do this to you or anyone ever again.”
For John, it’s a reassurance of “It’s alright, I’m not angry, don’t blame yourself, we both got ourselves into this—I chose to not bring my revolver after all, because I know you might need it more,” his way to calm Sherlock’s nerves, his way of putting on a brave face despite the fact that it’s his life that’s primarily on the line, his way of saying “if ever I get blown up along with Moriarty, don’t ever regret that I did that, that I chose that, because whether you believe it or not you are a good man and this world deserves to have you.”
And at the end, when again they looked at each other before facing Moriarty, it’s their way of saying—”no, not you, I can’t possibly lose you—but if we’re going to go through this, we’ll do it together.”