simultaneously or alternatively parallels or embodies:
actually The Lost Special™
Moriarty convincing the public that Sherlock was a fraud in TRF
Sherlock faking his death
The Empty Hearse club that conspired over it
the story that Sherlock rewrote to have a happier ending in Sumatra
the hidden, disconnected train car about to blow up the Establishment
the Waters Gang fooling the cops over and over
Charlie Welsborough, dead for a while but finally properly understood
the unmasking of the fake Garrideb and restoration of the real one
the unveiling of the Elephant in the Room
Daniel Collard committing suicide to get revenge
Sherlock doubting reality over being gaslighted (and gassed) in THoB
Kemp gaslighting Chris Melas over Kratides in The Geek Interpreter
Moriarty / Eurus dropping a clutch video to save Sherlock’s life
Sir Edwin retconning a murder to clear the record in HLV
Emilia Ricoletti who made her death count
the conspiracy of marginalized people who must be allowed to win
John’s turn at a TAB-style emotionally-wrought fever dream
the importance of being Earnest™
about Johnlock
the prank played on Mycroft to force the truth
the doctored and interrupted film that began the prank
the death of “the author” / Mark / Mycroft
commandeering the ship to take it where Sherlock and John want to go
breaking the fourth wall to expose Sherlock’s truth
the Queer Otherness, accepted with open arms on its own terms
the silly girl on the plane, finally listened to and brought to safety
a posthumous video message with a hopeful recasting
a reenactment of the public outrage over ACD’s The Final Problem
Did I catch them all? Fandom, you are truly wondrous, and I mean no shade. This is a legendary effort at media consumption, whether or not the creators ever confirm intention.
YES YES YES
For reference, y’all:
[”The Lost Special”] concerns the baffling disappearance of a privately hired train (a special) on its journey from Liverpool to London on 3 June 1890; besides the train crew of driver, fireman, and train guard the only passengers are two South Americans. The train is confirmed to have passed Kenyon Junction but never have reached Barton Moss. The only clues are the dead body of the engineer found among the train tracks past Kenyon Junction and a letter from the United States that purports to come from one of the missing train crewmen. Authorities fail to discover any traces of the train. A letter to The Times by “an amateur reasoner of some celebrity at that date” is excerpted at one point, the style of which suggests that the author is probably Sherlock Holmes. This “recognized authority upon such matters” suggests that the train and its passengers are destroyed by a criminal organization comparable to Camorra, by first directing into one of the unused tracks of abandoned mines that lay nearby. The proposition meets with heated opposition, although the objectors fail to supply any conceivable alternative. Nevertheless, the responsible authorities do not act on the proposal and the public never shows any interest as a political scandal has already attracted their attention. Eight years later, a criminal mastermind called Herbert de Lernac, scheduled for execution in Marseilles, confesses to the crime, revealing details that are only slightly different from what the amateur sleuth proposed. Herbert suppresses the names of his employers in this confession, but threatens to reveal their names if he is not granted a pardon. (x)
january 29th. nothing out of the ordinary. tjlc collectively sighs, takes off our tinfoil hats, some disappointed and others expectant. we go on netflix, tumblr, youtube, everywhere just to escape for a bit. our screens flicker. did you. must be a connectivity issue. keeps flickering. miss me? you hear the neighbors complaining through the walls, the newscaster is unsure of what to do as his teleprompter freezes up. the flickering increases, static and glitchy, and oh. could it be? andrew scott faces the screen, a manic grin on his face, “did you miss me? did you miss me? did you miss me?” the bastards did it, by god they did it. you pull out your phone; the same face. did you miss me? you can’t dial anything. your alarm clock has the words scrolling rapidly across its screen in stiff letters; did you miss me? did you miss me? you run downstairs to your family. your mother is in the kitchen. it’s andrew scott in a wig. “did you miss me, dear?” your sister is doing homework at the table, but it’s andrew scott again, carving ‘did you miss me’ into the wood. the dog is andrew scott, naked, napping by the fire. oh shit. you run outside, thunder rolling overhead, only to glimpse andrew scott jogging past with short shorts and a sports bra. across the street, the 90 year old man shuffling his garbage to the curb is just andrew scott in a robe with a scowl. the secret is unraveling. somewhere, mark and steven are laughing and triumphant in their glee. the rug pull. never been done before. television history. the thunder says, “did you miss me?” you tilt your face up to the sky, letting yourself finally smile. you feel your face. it’s andrew’s. “did you miss me?” you whisper as the rain begins to fall.
welcome to the final problem.
I have never tin hatted and never will. But this is the funniest and best thing I have ever read
Do excuse me if this has been looked at before, but on the security cam screen behind Moriarty here, each camera is marked in the corner with an identifier *whispers* and he’s looking at us
CH11 CH12 CH 13 CH14
CH11 (Chapter 11) of Sherlock is The Six Thatchers
This on the first double page spread of today’s (Tuesday 24th January) Metro paper. We made page 3! This paper is distributed for free at train stations which is why I picked it up on my way to college. This is pretty big, right?
maybe we should just pretend that we expect a 4th episode each Sunday from now on and comment on the heteronormativity of each show the BBC broadcasts during the Sherlock slot.