#do you think in this scene#particularly that first gif#sherlock was trying to channel jim?#i think he was#definitely#he was working backwards - not trying to solve the murder but to plan it#how do you murder someone in such a crowded and public place?#why would you even bother with a scheme so complicated?#who exactly would you pick?#he needed to imagine the possibilities and that’s jim’s specialty#jim is a brilliant strategist and sherlock knows that and admires that about him#”my horror at his crimes was lost in admiration of his skills”#forget that mind palace asylum bullshit because that’s just moffat being stupid#in sherlock’s head jim lurks around and sherlock goes to him for help with cases or when he’s bored#and i also think that deep down sherlock wished this particular crime was elaborate enough to be jim’s doing#he secretly wished for his playmate to still be alive#okay enough i’m gonna cry (via crimeitself)
#every single time i read an analysis of this scene i believe those were deliberate acting choices#he’s clearly taking another approach to the crime and even the phrase ‘let’s play murder’ is telling#because he has either internalized this playfulness and tinged it with the absolute seriousness which is his trademark#or is getting into the predatory mindset that he imagines jim must have been predisposed to#he’s not walking; he’s /prowling#the vague oscillation of the head in the first gif may be construed as adding to that mindset he’s taking on#or a deliberate nod to his greatest nemesis; the one that WILL live on both within and without sherlock#due to scenes like this.(via sheriartywasreal)
So what became of loving man
And what became of you?
Familiar as you shook my hand
What was it you meant to do?
Because all could change for one
And all, can change in this new day
sooo i made a thing because this is obviously how their first meeting actually went admit it
Threw a line out to pull you to me. You made your mind up before you knew me. Take my hand for a minute, we’re in it - imagine all the pain that might be forgiven. What if I had your heart? What if you wore my scars? How would we break down? What if you were me and what if I were you? What if you told my lies? What if I cried with your eyes? Could anyone keep us down? What if you were me? What if I were you?