Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?
Sketchy thing to help deal with my 50th Anniversary feels
Did Sherlock have the good pill or the bad pill?
Okay, I’m going to dismiss the idea that there are two bad pills. We know that the cabbie always took the other pill with his past victims. It’s not in the nature of a serial killer to change their methods. He’s also motivated to stay alive and kill more. For every person he kills, more money goes to his children. He’s not about to give up and commit a definite suicide just because Sherlock Holmes comes around. Love is a much more vicious motivator.
The cabbie also knows which pill is good and which is bad. It’s chess. Otherwise he would be on a very lucky run of Russian Roulette.
"I know how people think. I know how people think I think."
Okay so initially he gives you a bottle. Your first instinct will probably tell you he’s a threat, so he gave you the bad bottle. But what if it’s a bluff and it’s actually good? What if he anticipated this and it’s a double bluff? A Triple bluff?
People would drive themselves mad trying to figure out what he’s thinking. They are too eager to make the game clever, they’re over-complicating it. "That’s your weakness, you always want everything to be clever".
Sherlock took the bottle that wasn’t handed to him. He trusted the first logical instinct.
Also, the cabbie obviously knows how to bluff. But when Sherlock chooses his bottle, the cabbie takes the other pill out of the bottle and stares at it. Why would he stare at it so intently if he has done this four times before? Because this is something new? His right hand also remained steady throughout the game, but when he holds up the pill it’s shaking. He’s under stress.
His demeanor also changes very slightly. He becomes more condescending toward Sherlock. ”A man like you, so clever”. He gets sarcastic. His eyes are narrowed and he’s baring his teeth. Classic signs of aggression. He wouldn’t be angry if he wasn’t beaten. He prides himself on being a proper genius, it’s a blow to his ego to be wrong.
He also knows Sherlock prides himself on being right. After being shot he refuses to tell Sherlock if he was right or wrong. Wouldn’t you think that he would want to tell Sherlock if he was wrong? Prove to him who the more clever man was?
So in my opinion Sherlock was right.
WHAT I JUST REALIZED WAS THERE WAS A REASON THEY CHOSE AN OLDER ACTOR LIKE CAPALDI
Ten and Eleven were so young-looking and pretty much more childish than most of their predecessors because both of them still couldn’t forgive themselves for the time war and hides it under an carefree exterior
AND WHEN ELEVEN FINALLY ACCEPTS IT
HE GROWS UP
I exist the way you want me to exist. I can exist as a bed time story you’ll tell the daughter you would love to have. I can exist as a representation of all your hopes and wishes, as I shoot across your night sky. I can exist as unending equations of physics and astronomical terminologies. I can exist as your ally in battle. I can exist as your closest friend. Tell me how you want me to exist. (“That’s too hard of a request, Cas, jesus.”) For out of all the reasons to exist in this universe, (“I dunno, man,”) I exist inexplicably for you. (“Just you. I want you to be you.”)
i really enjoy the way everyone has distinctive keysmashes
like some people favor the home row fjkdslfjlka
some people go all around the keyboard like khcxzrmwe
other people go with one letter hhhhhhhhhhhh or ffffffffffffffff which are two very different emotions
other people start out with words and then it just disentigrates into fuck fuck fufcjkckfuckckckckcfifcj
other people like throw in asteriks and exclamation points and shit and get fancy with it
We were sitting there talking and drinking beer, and someone said, “Oh, look who walked in.” It was Professor Tolkien, and I nearly fell off my chair. I didn’t even know he was alive. He was a benign looking man, smoking a pipe, walking in, an English countryman with earth under his feet. And he was a genius, a man of incredible intellectual knowledge. He knew somebody in our group. He (the man in the group) said “Oh Professor, Professor…” And he came over. And each one of us, well I knelt of course, each one of us said “how do you do?” And I just said “Ho.. How.. How…”
I can’t imagine a world without Mr. Lee