"Oh What Shall I Do?"

au meme → pepper dies during the battle of new york.

as the battle comes to an end, he finds her lying among the rubble, and as the rain begins to fall around them, he cradles her close until she takes her last breath. 

I WAS GOING TO SAY THE SAME EXACT THING. 

I love how our Moriartys mimic our Sherlocks, and vice versa. The quiet, dignified pretenses of Brett’s Holmes that mask a deep curiosity and intense vigor and even, at times, playfulness, against that glitter of something darker in his Moriarty’s eyes, that sort of shine through the careful, impassive face he’s wearing there. And then Ritchie’s Holmes and Moriarty, with their smiles and jokes that belie this deep-seated enmity and ill will. And lastly, our BBC ‘verse, with the challenge in both of their stances, as they wait for one another to make their move. There’s a daredevil in each of them, and also that desperate desire to see just how far they can push; and that race for the end when the adrenaline just reaches up and chokes them - because here, none of them are bored, and though they only look sort of mildly interested and calm and collected, here they are in their element.

It’s probably such a testament to the character of each of these versions. We have Granada, with its dedication to canon. It was the early stages, and often, some remark, most true to the stories. And then Ritchie, with its action and crowd-pleasing (which is not a bad thing at all, mind you, it’s just much less serious, though by no means less intense). And finally, BBC, with the fast pacing and danger that we all crave.

Everyone else can go home

OMFG

NOT

SPEAK

TO ME

WHEN

I HAVE

HEADPHONES

ON

JESUS