Bless this post.Unaired PilotA Study in PinkThe Blind BankerThe Great GameA Scandal in BelgraviaThe Hounds of BaskervilleThe Reichenbach FallA Study in Pink with Commentary (Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Sue Vertue)The Great Game with Commentary (Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Mark Gatiss)The Blind Banker ScriptThe Hounds of Baskerville TranscriptUnlocking SherlockThe Unofficial Soundtrack - Courtesy of johnhwatson-Sherlock Theme | Sherlock Theme full
Sherlock Theme by the BBC Orchestra
Sherlock Holmes’ Theme | John Watson’s Theme
221B Baker Street | The Chase
Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson
The Blind Banker | “I am on fire!”
Credits | Pilot Intro
Sherlock’s Composition
Irene’s Theme
(More tracks from series two will be posted as they are made available)(The official soundtrack will be released on the 30th of January)And a few extrasIf any of the links are broken, or if you would like others to be added, then please let me know.Now reblogged for complete experience of eternal wangst and bromance
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I love this photo. So many “historical” daguerrotypes show solemn faces (which makes sense if you only have a few photos taken in your life!) But you can practically hear the laughter in the last frame.
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We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, Where you can always find me. And we’ll have Halloween on Christmas, And in the night we’ll wish this never ends..
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I want the mid of january
I kinda don’t like the end of the year, especifically because of the celebrations. It seems to be a feeling yet in development, as when I was a kid I don’t remember disliking them so much - but I hardly remember them at all anyway. My conclusion to why it’s this way is very simple: as we grow up the views we get from reality change. I reenformed my parents in a way that their flaws were solid, palpable enough for me to be hurt by them profoundly.
The next thing I did was to question my previous beliefs on everything. Not fantastic at all, everyone experiment that (I suppose). But it molded me differently than my family, and I took the part of being the stray cat that tried to mingle. Not a wise decision, and I learned after loads of traumas the fact that I couldn’t try to be one of them: it offended me too much. They have distinct concepts on how to deal with life, society and, clearly, what I should be doing. As expected, dealing with them was not easy, and still isn’t. I conduct these relations with care, my attempt to protect myself strong enough with the space I created between us (and I did. Can’t have a conversation about anything real, any of my thoughts, with them). Sometimes I get depressive thinking I could do things another way, and I’m trying not to loose the thread of connection we have.
All of that relate to those hideous celebrations in the way that I’d like to spend them with four of my family members and, possibly, with friends - which never happens and will take some time to occur. There’s also all I think of Christmas and its meanings, along with the simbolic ending of a year. I’ve become a cetic and coudn’t care less about the degenerated cycle we created - seriously, the tradition is fucked up and I want to be less of a hypocritical (won’t deny I am, but I have to say I’m experiment lessening it).
That’s a part of it, of course. The whole thing must be giant and I just won’t look around it. I’ll continue to hate these holidays, I guess, until I don’t care.
Look at these people. These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet, and blinking step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than — No, hold on. Sorry, that’s The Lion King. -Tenth Doctor
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