finalproblem:

tumblrrrrrr, i do not have time for your nonsense

So I’ve been here for a while and have 15,000+ posts. I’ve never posted adult content, but a quick scroll of recent posts showed a friggin’ post about the official Sherlock calendar was flagged. I can’t afford to take the time scrolling literally thousands of other posts to see what else has been incorrectly flagged, but statistically I’m sure more posts have been.

I also don’t have the time to really think about my fandom social media future right now, much less move all my junk somewhere else. So bleh.

What I’ve done for the moment is set up a Twitter: https://twitter.com/finalproblemo. Odds are it will mostly mirror things from over here for now, but maybe that will be helpful for you if are fully abandoning Tumblr but still want to know about new watchalong schedules & such.

I’m not going anywhere right now, but in the event Tumblr totally implodes, know you can find me on that Twitter (or if tweeting aIso becomes not an option somehow I will maybe finally update the page at http://holmes.dreamhosters.com/ to say real words).

Stay safe, everyone. 🤷

finalproblem:

…that’s a friggin’ traffic cone, isn’t it.

And wait, I recognize that “???” note…

It’s the same one that’s in the First Week of Filming behind the scenes video.

So if we just zoom in…

And squint + willfully ignore the actual shapes of the letters…

BOOM.

The traffic cone really was the key to everything all along. Told you so.


[Happy Reichencrack Day! This is a #reichencrack theory.]

finalproblem:

Redbeard was real.

Not only that, but Redbeard was in fact the ONLY real character in the entire show.

Every other character in Sherlock existed purely in a dog’s imagination. After his owner spent yet another evening sitting inside reading detective stories, Redbeard dreamed of having a different life where his owner was much more adventurous.

Yes, it all seemed to take a tragic turn at the end, but that was because it was the kind of dream where you wake up and learn a lesson about feeling grateful for what you have. Instead of ceasing to exist in a sudden collision of angst and plot twists, Redbeard actually woke up, got a treat, and then was taken to the dog park where he could play with his friend Eurus the Greek Shepherd while their owners sat on a bench reading. (Eurus’ owner only reads about airplanes. You should see that dog’s dreams.)

This theory, of course, explains why the only other dog we saw Sherlock interact with was pretty pathetic at his job. Sorry, Toby, but Redbeard wasn’t going to invent a true rival in his own dream.

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling pretty okay with the revelation that we’ve all spent half a decade obsessing about the imaginings of a very creative pup. Good dog, Redbeard.


[Happy Reichencrack Day! This is a #reichencrack theory.]

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GPOY

Two additional years later:

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AND THEN THE WHOLE WORLD CHANGED:

And then the whole world literally changed, but the pile by the door was still there:

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Still there, but then…

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Well, it took an actual bomb, but I guess the Unstoppable Pile is finally dead.

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But no! It faked its death and moved a few feet over.

Way to go, Pile. You inspire me.

finalproblem:

show: hey pay attention here while creepy nurses bring in IV bags full of this new memory-erasing drug

show (a little later): and now wiggins is going to literally point out the special drugs he’s been mixing up for sherlock in an IV bag

show: but, uh…

show: don’t worry about that second one, it’s probably nothing