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dalekofchaos · 1 month
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Context for cancelled scripts
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jasonpenni · 10 months
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mister freeman. it seems we both cannot exist. so therefore i must become half of you. you see gordon, i need you to know that every single moment you enjoy being yourself, that is actually me freeman. enjoying every moment you like and despise. i think this whole thing will be something quite... interesting. dont you think, mister freeman?
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poetic-gays · 5 months
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BBC Sherlock: facing queerbaiting allegations since 2010
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harmonytre · 18 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FRIEND @dimonds456 !!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa congrats on the 21st!!
Individuals under the cut :3
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ffcrazy15 · 9 months
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I need a whole fic where the Cerritos is mistaken for the Enterprise by some type of alien with very high intelligence but very poor visual recognition, for whatever reason.
And Freeman either can't or is too scared to convince them that they're not the Enterprise, so she starts desperately assigning everyone to various roles. Boimler gets assigned as Data, and since he and Mariner are the only people on the ship who play string instruments, the captain orders them to put together some sort of "symphony" because the aliens have heard that that's a thing on the Enterprise.
And it's just Mariner and Boimler frustratedly trying to figure out how to combine her electric guitar skills and his traditional violin skills into something suitably "symphonic" (i.e. thematically trying to combine her more lax/modern way of doing things with his more strict/traditional way).
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lightning--bug · 10 months
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That’s it. That’s the show.
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temporaryramen · 11 months
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based off this post
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placentafluid · 1 year
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HELLOW!
I’ve been working away on a really cool animated project, SNOW DAY ( @snowdayshort on instagram)
HERES OUR INDIEGOGO
(. https://igg.me/at/snowdaytheshort )
The main character is a Filipina-Jewish girl, freshly moved across the country. The theme trying to find familiarity in a foreign environment, while being told in a lighthearted way, is super important to me!
We’ve got some amazing voice actors, and artists, from all over the country, who you may Recognize:
-The Voice of Naruto, from the anime, Maile Flanagan
-The Voice of Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe, Jennifer Paz
-The Voice of Peridot from Steven Universe, Shelby Rabara
-The talent behind Jafar, from both the 1992 Aladdin film, and on Broadway, Jonathan Freeman
…And more!
You can check it out in the link above!!
There’s lots of PRIZES, my favorite is an animatic of our main characters favorite tv show SPIDERBURGER, made by yours truly, uhm. ME! There’s also handmade plushies and chances to be animated in snow day, posters and more! So when you support this project, (and my artistic career)  you get something out of it!
After backing, please share to 15 contacts, and on social media, be sure to tag us! https://instagram.com/snowdaytheshort
I ran the math, and if each of my mutuals, in addition to my artistic teams mutuals, get 15 new people to donate at least $10 each, we’ll hit our goal!
It will only take about 10 minutes out of your day, unless you have a difficult time deciding between all the awesome perks…
THANK YOU!!!!!
☃️🎨❄️
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80smovies · 5 months
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machetelanding · 2 months
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Raiders of the Lost Ark UK premiere (1981)
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loremori · 2 months
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Martin Freeman (60/366)
Sherlock 2010–2017
Writer & Creator Mark Gatiss Steven Moffat
*Modernized version of the Conan Doyle characters.
T1.E1 A Study in Pink (2010) Directed Paul McGuigan
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Great 'dialogue exchanges' between characters: N°1 Sherlock and John (1x1; crime scene).
SHERLOCK: Good shot. JOHN: Yeah, it must have been. Through that window… SHERLOCK: Well you’d know. SHERLOCK: We’ll need to get the powder burns out your finger. I don’t suppose you’d serve time for this, but let’s avoid the court case. Are you all right? JOHN: Course I’m all right. SHERLOCK: You have just killed a man. JOHN: Yeah. True. But he wasn’t a very nice man. SHERLOCK: No. No, he wasn’t really, was he? JOHN: And frankly, a bloody awful cabbie. SHERLOCK: Yeah, that’s true. A very bad cabbie. You should’ve seen the route we took here. JOHN: Stop it, we can’t giggle. It’s a bloody crime scene, stop. SHERLOCK: Don’t blame me. You shot him! JOHN: You could maybe keep your voice down a bit. JOHN: Sorry. Sorry, just … nerves. SHERLOCK: Sorry. JOHN: You were going to take the damn pill, weren’t you? SHERLOCK: Course I wasn’t. Playing for time. Knew you’d show up. JOHN: No, you didn’t. That’s how you get your kicks, isn’t it? Risking your life to prove you’re clever. SHERLOCK: Why would I do that? JOHN: Because you’re an idiot.
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N°2 Sherlock and John (1x1; Angelo's restaurant).
JOHN: People don’t have arch-enemies. SHERLOCK: I’m sorry? JOHN: In real life. There are no archenemies in real life, it doesn’t happen. SHERLOCK: Doesn’t it? Sounds a bit dull. JOHN: So who was that guy? SHERLOCK: What do real people have then? In their real lives? JOHN: Friends. People they know. Peoplethey like, people they don’t like…Girlfriends, boyfriends. SHERLOCK: Yes, well as I was saying… Dull! JOHN: So. You don’t have a girlfriend then? SHERLOCK: A girlfriend? No. Not really my area. JOHN: Oh. Oh, right… Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way. SHERLOCK: I know it’s fine. JOHN: So you’ve got a boyfriend then? SHERLOCK: No. JOHN: Right. Okay. Unattached. Like me. Fine, good. SHERLOCK: John, you should know, I consider myself married to my work, and while I’m flattered by your interest I’m really not looking for any kind of… JOHN: No, no, I wasn’t asking you out. No! I’m just saying, it’s all fine! SHERLOCK: Good.
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All Sherlock BBC scripts available online: https://www.bbc.co.uk/writers/scripts/tv-drama/sherlock/
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lilyroseluthor · 8 months
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Oh, to be back to the times of Sherlock.
Reading fanfics, writing theories, and waiting.
So. Much. Waiting.
Yet it was lovely and comforting to be waiting for another season to unfold. It was like knowing to be soon reunited with friends.
I miss those days.
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lobbycards · 1 month
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Raiders of the Lost Ark, Hungarian Lobby Card. 1981
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nervoussprite · 6 months
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it is midnight and i got bored
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luna06newman · 3 months
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Sherlock bbc headcanon
(Set a couple months after The Final Problem)
It was an unspoken agreement between Sherlock and Mycroft, that despite all of their childish feuds, they cared about each other. No one needed to know that, though.
One day, when he was 16, Mycroft brought Sherlock into his room and said they needed one day a year to meet up and exchange information about their lives. Of course, they had the habit to spy on each other, and could deduce almost everything, but this would be a day to be honest and say out loud things they both already secretly knew.
The day would be December 1, which was a strategic date to allow a reasonable wrap up of the year, but not too close to holidays, so in case people found out about it (no one ever did), they wouldn't think it was some sort of brotherly compassion brought up by that the despisable "holiday spirit".
And so, every year, Sherlock and Mycroft met in the agreed place. Even when Sherlock was "dead" in Eastern Europe, they still had their meeting. This year, however, they decided to go for a classic at Mycroft's house. But Sherlock didn't show up.
This couldn't be good. None of them had ever missed it, no matter what.
When two hours had gone by since the agreed time without a sign of Sherlock, Mycroft knew what he had to do. Sherlock wouldn't be at Baker Street, obviously, nor in any of his classic hiding spots, because he knew Mycroft knew all of them, so it would be useless trying to hide from his brother in any of them. He would be in the only place no one knew about. Well, at least that's what he thought.
So when, that night, Mycroft showed up at the short and dark path through the graveyard where his brother had been "buried" so many years ago, where the detective went to think when he couldn't find peace anywhere else, Sherlock was absolutely furious.
Mycroft slowly approached the path surrounded by trees. For a moment, he simply observed Sherlock from afar. In his usual clothes, the younger brother paced the ground, hands behind his back, speaking to himself. That was certainly odd. If Sherlock was there, it could only mean he had something rather important to think about, so why wasn't he doing it in his mind palace? This could only mean there was something blocking his thoughts, some thing he couldn't get out of the way. That theory certainly matched his annoyed body language.
But Sherlock carried on walking round and round like a broken CD, repeating the same thing over and over, until Mycroft had had enough. He silently left his spot behind a tree and walked into Sherlock's visual field. "Good evening, brother, mine."
Sherlock froze, stopped staring at the floor to face the red haired man, and his face immediately contorted into a half annoyed half mortified expression. "Fuck you, Mycroft" he blurted out.
The older brother chuckled and rested his weight on his ever present black umbrella. "What is it that annoys your mind so clearly much?" A theory had started to grow and his mind. "Would you be so kind to tell me or am I to be forced to deduce it?"
Sherlock hadn't stopped walking round; the only difference was the cigarette he now flipped between his fingers after picking it from his coat's pocket - apparently the first one to be considered, since there was no sign of used ones or ashes around. Still, Mycroft hoped his brother wouldn't actually smoke it.
"Are you here for your annual meeting? I didn't go to your house, I obviously don't wanna have this conversation. How the hell did you even know I was here?"
"I am smarter than you, Sherlock, remember that. Now, answer my question."
"Fuck off." He made a dismissive gesture.
"We have an agreement, you know." Mycroft stepped closer, slightly irritated but trying to stay calm. "One you are not to break. Besides, this is not only a day for honesty, but for kindness as well, so, although I could rudely deduce whatever it is that bothers you, I won't. And I also won't take your offenses personally."
Mycroft breathed deeply, and Sherlock had finally stopped walking and was now staring at his brother. There was no anger in his look now, like a minute before: it was only confusion and... even fear? All the possible irritation in Mycroft's mind melted down at the sight of the pain in his brother's eyes. As much as any of them tried to keep the enemy-brothers facade (which didn't really work anymore - everyone close to them knew the truth already, but they still bothered to do it), they couldn't bear see each other suffer.
"Come here, William." Mycroft said, surprisingly, gently, and Sherlock, reluctant only on the outside, approached him for a hug.
And just like that, Mycroft-the-British-government-Holmes and the famous consultant detective Sherlock Holmes disappeared. For a moment, they were simply Myc and William, so many years before.
Still on the embrace, Mycroft gently took the cigarette from Sherlock's fingers and threw it far away. "This does not agree with you anymore."
Sherlock didn't protest. He only sighed, tired, and vulnerable.
"Affair of the heart, then?" The older man, patted Sherlock's back. Without an answer, Mycroft continued "Dr. Watson?"
Sherlock shook his head and chuckled, but not like it was funny: like he felt confused and lost. He pulled back from the hug and walked half a dozen paces away from Mycroft before squatting down and staying there. His head hanging low, he angrily ruffled his hair and yawped as loudly as he could.
"I'm a fucking ridiculous man!" he screamed, without moving. "I can't get John out of my head, and the worst part is, I don't even want to!" he got to his feet, and Mycroft painfully realized tears streaming down his brother's face. "Please, convince me again that caring is not an advantage."
The red haired smiled slightly and shook his head. "I will not do that, Sherlock. You know deep down none of us ever believed this. It was all to protect you after Redbeard."
"Then protect me again!" Sherlock begged, walking towards the older man. "These feelings are too complicated and I don't stand a chance with John. The second he realizes I care for him that way, it's gonna be heartbreak all over again! Because I know that's not reciprocate!"
"What?!" Mycroft crooked his head in this belief. "What do you mean you don't stand a chance with him? The man has loved you since you've met and he's clearly bisexual. Of course it's reciprocate!"
"He loves me as a friend." Sherlock cried. "And if I tell him I feel more I will mess everything up!"
"Sherlock, you're obviously out of your mind." He emphasized it, noticing how much the feelings were messing up Sherlock's thoughts. "John loves you just as much as you love him. The way he looks at you! Everyone notices that, and..." Mycroft hesitated. Kind words didn't come to him naturally, but he needed to make Sherlock feel better, so he focused on all the love he had for his little brother to bring the words out. "you deserve to be happy and cared for! John must be dying to tell you the very same, but fearing as well that it's not reciprocate, and you two are only wasting time you could be together! So if you don't direct your self immediately to Baker Street and tell him how do you feel, I will be forced to make sure he knows it another way."
Sherlock wiped away some tears, impressed by Mycroft's speech. He almost dared to say it was touching. "What if it fails?" He asked, pouring out the fear in his heart.
"I was there for you before, I'll be there for you again." He paused. "But it won't fail, I'm certain. And I'll be there anyway." Mycroft said, reassuringly, and Sherlock had to purse his lips into a smile. The older brother put an arm around the younger's shoulders, offering him a lift to Baker Street.
After a silent couple minutes in the backseat of the car, with an entire plan for John laid out in his head, although excited and nervous, Sherlock's mind was slightly clearer, allowing him to notice a detail in Mycroft's recent speech.
"Mycroft," he called the man sitting by his side "you said everyone notices the way John looks at me. How could you possibly know that?"
He hesitated. "I don't know it, I simply assumed it. Even ordinary people notice this sort of thing."
Sherlock squinted his eyes towards his brother. "Hmm, nope. Tell the truth."
Mycroft looked up and sighed. "Since it's still December 1, I suppose I have to." He took a deep breath and faced Sherlock again, his eyes switching between his brother and the floor. "I, too, have been struck by the affairs of my own heart." He cleared his throat. "So I have been dedicating some of… my time… and attention… to a particular person."
Sherlock was absolutely incredulous. Jaw dropped. He had a million questions and even more deductions going on, his brain working at the speed of light as if it had never been completely taken and blurred by the Watson-question. But only one thing mattered now, and he didn't even had to ask.
Mycroft rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well the main thought on his brother's mind. "Lestrade." He answered the implicit question.
Sherlock laughed as hard as he could, and an intense red crept up Mycroft's cheeks. "Really, William?" He had just been so welcoming to his brother, comforted him so nicely, how dared him make fun of such a special thing?
But the younger man didn't answer answer with words, nor he was making fun of the red haired. It was trully comic to think of this couple: the serious and clever British government himself and the street smart outgoing DI, but he was unbelievably happy for his brother; Lestrade was a good - and apparently charming to his brother's taste - man and Mycroft was probably very much in love to be dating him, so as the detective gradually stopped laughing, he just hugged Mycroft, resting his head on his big brother's shoulder.
Mycroft accepted the gesture, understanding Sherlock didn't really mean to make fun of him - otherwise he would have made himself very clear with sharp words. He tenderly caressed the hand the dark haired had around him, and just like that, they were Myc and William again.
What do you think? Let me know!
- Luna
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