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The mystery case in ASIP is solved seemingly without leaving unanswered questions except for one: did Sherlock choose the good pill? This is something we will never find out for sure, but I believe we can draw some conclusions.
Sherlock did choose the correct pill.
After all
when Sherlock made his choice, Jeff Hope looked genuinely impressed and surprised.
And this is the look of embracing a much anticipated death. Not a “hell yeah I ‘ll survive again” look.
One more thing that supports the theory that Sherlock chose the correct pill is that dying Hope didn’t answer, when the detective asked him whether he chose the good pill. Of course, this was a way to make Sherlock mad - but if Sherlock had chosen the wrong one, wouldn’t it have been more cruel to actually tell him? That, after all, he wasn’t as clever as Hope and Moriarty? Thus, Hope leaves Sherlock burning in his doubt, because he doesn’t want to make him feel intelligent or superior.
But did Sherlock choose randomly?
Yes and no.
In the end Sherlock asks Hope: “I was right, wasn’t I? Did I choose it right?”. Therefore, Sherlock had formed a theory but apparently it wasn’t a strong one. He was uncertain about his choice, this is why he avoided choosing so many times and eventually only conceded out of pride. But his choice was risky enough that since his life was at stake, we can effectively call it a guess. Besides, we were told in the ending of the episode:
SHERLOCK: You did get shot though. In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound.
JOHN: Oh, yeah, in the shoulder.
SH: Shoulder! I thought so.
J: No, you didn’t.
SH: The left one.
J: Lucky guess.
SH: I never guess.
J: Yes, you do.
Sherlock smiles.
It’s interesting to see here that Sherlock guesses the left shoulder, just like he guessed the left pill. This is a parallel. It was a guess. Sherlock was a lucky dog that evening.
Even in the Pilot, when Lestrade remarked that Sherlock might have chosen the bad pill, Sherlock didn’t deny the possibility, let alone that he said:
I don’t know, in all the confusion I lost track. I don’t know which I chose.
But of course in the Pilot, Sherlock was drugged and ASIP is also better structured than the Pilot so the plot should thicken.
In ASIP Sherlock’s choice was a mix of sheer luck and an early feeling of Moriarty’s (and consequently Hope’s) mentality.
The key phrase?
You’re not playing the numbers, you ‘re playing me.
I know how people think. I know how people think I think.
Jeff Hope would die anyway due to his aneurysm. Since he took so many risks in order to meet Sherlock, I believe that he didn’t want to die inside a prison cell - he hoped Sherlock would beat him in this genius game.
You take your time. Get yourself together. I want your best game.
If Sherlock died, Hope would probably keep killing people until the police (or Moriarty) found him. And either one would eventually find him after all these risks he had taken. If Sherlock survived the challenge, Hope would die. But since Sherlock hadn’t discovered the murderer’s identity (and he probably never would, if Hope simply threw away the mobile phone), then this must mean that the taxi driver had already chosen to die on his own terms and not by his illness. Let alone, his whole plan was basically a “kill until you FINALLY die”.
Let’s not forget: Hope had a sponsor, none other than Moriarty. Hope is a mirror of Moriarty. The game is planned by them (or Moriarty alone) for a dying man whose vicious motivator is the love for his children. Moriarty understands Hope and supports him. Not only he understands but he actually thinks in the same way. It’s been established that Moriarty barely hangs in there, and Sherlock is the only one who makes him feel alive.
So when Hope invites Sherlock to play him, in truth Sherlock is challenged to understand how Moriarty thinks (and feels).
And although Sherlock is not ready yet, he is equipped to understand how Moriarty thinks. Because Sherlock is likeminded - love is his vicious motivator. This is why he takes such an interest in Hope and why he forms an intense bond with Moriarty. It’s the very first “I am you, you are me”.
He does not fully understand Moriarty’s game but he is already in a good place. He stumbles but he makes the right choice. Just like in the pool and the rooftop. Because Sherlock can think like Moriarty but not without pushing his morals and intellect to their limits.
Finally, the whole pill game serves as a fun allegory for the main plot. Let’s suppose Hope is the mirror of Moriarty. There is someone good and someone bad for Sherlock, and it’s up to Sherlock to choose and face the consequences. Hope pushes the bad pill towards Sherlock, like Moriarty pushes himself to him. Sherlock has trouble to choose and tries to avoid it as long as he has the chance. Just like Sherlock tries to remove himself from feelings but it is clear that his loneliness starts overbearing him and he’s also torn between his unconditional love for John and Moriarty’s intense perilous magnetism. Sherlock chooses the good pill - John and the side of the angels - the one that was not offered by Hope. Hope takes the bad pill and tries to convince Sherlock to take their medicine together. As explained above, Hope is ready to die like Sherlock choosing John seals Moriarty’s decision to commit suicide but only on his own terms. Hope forces Sherlock into playing the game to the end, just like Moriarty, and even though he is about to die, he is more interested in satisfying Sherlock’s need for one last great game.
When Everything Everywhere All at Once said “The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on"
When the Good Place said “Why choose to be good every day when there is no guaranteed reward now or in the afterlife… I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.”
When Jean-Paul Sartre said ”‘Hell is other people’ is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other’. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.“
Love that we’ve elevated the conversation to such a degree that, if you’re going to be grimdark nihilistic in fiction, you need to argue philosophically against 4 seasons of The Good Place.
When Kurt Vonnegut said, “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
if i were a respected british actor with any principles at all i would simply not agree to a project whose earnings will have material consequences for trans people but maybe i'm built differently
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favorite bits of the cast interviews in the LOTR special features:
Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen all taking the piss out of Orlando Bloom for going on about a cracked rib too much, while Orlando Bloom desperately tries to wriggle out of talking about it (special mention to Elijah Wood’s “oh it hurts, babes, and I can’t ride the horse, babes” and Viggo Mortensen’s “they can be very fragile, elves, especially the…Mirkwood strain…”)
Ian McKellen commenting that “they never did find any suitable underwear for Gandalf…”
Dominic Monaghan going on and on about how Viggo Mortensen apparently had a crush on one of the Rohirrim extras (who like a lot of the Rohirrim extras was a woman in a fake beard) while Vigoo Mortensen just mutters “one could perhaps say something about Mr. Monaghan’s…proclivities…”
Dominic Monaghan’s imitation of John Rhys-Davies ordering food at a restaurant for the whole cast. “You have partridge? BRING THE PARTRIDGE!”
John Rhys-Davies talking about an incident with the Lothlorian boats and saying “if an elf and a dwarf are in a boat…and…the boat goes under…let us say that the blame was not placed on the elf” while Orlando Bloom splutters “he’s a big guy, man!”
Elijah Wood talking about how the hobbit actors shared a trailer with Ian McKellen and sometimes they would hear inarticulate bellows of protest from his side when they played loud music in the mornings
Viggo Mortensen talking about how, while filming with those same boats, Kirin Shaw (Elijah Wood’s scale double) started telling him “if the boat tips over…save yourself…I can’t swim.”
Elijah Wood describing how Sean Astin would try to direct the helicopters to land while they were on location, while the other three hobbits were screwing around and throwing pinecones at each other
Christopher Lee recounting how he had so much trouble going up some steps in Orthanc with his long robe that he stopped in the middle of the scene and said, “I cannot get up these goddamn steps, Peter.”
Viggo Mortensen mentioning that he left a weekend rehearsal and went walking down the street still swinging his sword around, and promptly got the cops called on him
My fav LotR extra is Peter Jackson and Christopher Lee talking about how Peter was trying to coach Lee to be more vocal during his death scene, and Lee straight up was like, “That’s not the noise people make when they die to a knife in the chest. It’s *this* noise,” and while he’s demonstrating, Peter remembers that Lee was a special forces guy in WWII and back away slowly and lets him do this thing.
it would suck being a new immortal. like it’d be 2109 and people would go, “what was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?” and i’d just be like, “no…no i was born in 1991. so like, wow i’m gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean i’m not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. don’t think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.”
even worse, imagine being an immortal who keeps missing stuff. “What was it like seeing the pyramids being built?”
“Fuck if I know, I was in Madagascar.”
“Oh, okay. Well, how was the Renaissance?”
“I fell down a hole in Scotland and people thought I was an enchanted well for four hundred years, it was over by the time I convinced someone to get me out.”
We barely know anything about Madagascar pre-500CE. We don’t even know whether the island had a permanent population before then, despite finding a bunch of much older signs of temporary human presence.
Malagasy mythology makes mention of the vazimba, a “precursor” ethnic group that might or might not be distinct from Madagascar’s current population.
The point is, we do not know.
So you were in Madagascar when the pyramids were being built in Egypt, i.e. during one of the most obscure, most undocumented parts of Madagascar’s human history?
Oh, buddy, you better go and make a bunch of anthropologists and archeologists really happy RIGHT NOW instead of feeling bad about missing everyone else’s pet Major Event.
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i lovee your work so much i like vist ur page so many times and what do u think about valarr having a big crush on his cousin and goes up to maekar to beg to marry her and what maekar would think about it yk ?
I WILL GET ON MY KNEES AND BEG—Valarr Targaryen
Valarr Targaryen x Targ!reader
summary: Valarr is ready to do anything to win your hand in marriage, even getting on his knees and begging his uncle.
words: 1.3k
cw: MDNI 18+ targcest, nothing really other than that, reader is Maekar's eldest daughter, but no physical features are described.
You were a Goddess. He was not positive if it was the Old, The New, the Flames, the Lord of Light, but it did not matter it. You were a Goddess of Beauty to him all the same.
You were absolutely everything to him. The reason for his existence he thought often. His heart walking around, blessing everyone for your mere existence.
You danced around the floor with Aegon, a wide grin pulling at your beauty lips as your head was tilted back your laugh spilling out into the loud hall. It would have gone unnoticed to anyone else due to all the other sounds, but not to Valarr. Never to Valarr.
He stood on the outskirts watching, waiting patiently for his turn after you made it through your younger siblings. That was always the deal, and Valarr would have waited years to simply have the pleasure of dancing with you.
Though he much proffered when you would drag him off into the gardens, slipping past all the guards. Not because you would kiss him, though that was always a plus. He liked the quiet. When the two of you could exist without the watchful eyes and the pleasured of the crown.
Your eyes looked with his again, and you smiled at him. He could feel his own lips turn up slightly before Aegon pulled you once more attempting to spin you.
Valarr was so lost in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence next to him. Though he probably should have due to the loud drunken steps, and the stench of wine that never quite left the man.
"If you stare any longer you might scare her off," Daeron mused, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. "Though I think she does like your attention."
He rolled his eyes, "I am admiring my future wife is all."
"Are you sure about that?"
The mismatched eyes turned meeting his violet ones. "What?" he asked, in confusion.
"My father has been speaking to Lord Tyrell about marrying his grandson," he answered with a shrug.
Valarr's eyes widened in horror. This was the worse possible thing he had ever heard in his entire existent. The thought of you married to anyone that was not him. That just would not do!
There had never been a formal betrothal, but he thought he did not need one. It was not secret how fond you were of the other, and he thought…His eyes then moved to the high table looking to Maekar who sat beside Baelor.
He would make this right. He then decided.
The Prince was moving through the crowd without a second thought, pausing before you to alert you of his intentions. You looked up as if you had felt his presence meeting his eyes. You beamed at him and he lost his train of thought pausing monetarily in his place as he simply stared at you, "Have you finally come to dance with me, Val?" you asked.
He could hear his heartbeat picking up. Your smile, your beauty, your angelic voice and the way you said his name. "No not yet, my love," he told you gently.
You frowned slightly, and it almost made him forget the task at hand due to how much he hated that sight. He moved forward cupping your face gently. No one in the crowd even paused to look at you continuing to spin around the pair of you, "I have to go have a talk with your father," he said.
The disappointment from only a moment ago, replaced by something that he had seen so often with you. In the quite moments when it was only you and him. No loud noises. No distractions.
It was the love you held for him. The one you confessed so loudly compared to his quieter admissions. It was the all consuming feeling that filled you both.
"Are you…" you trailed off, but you did not need to finish. He knew you better than that, as if you were an extension of his own thoughts and you never needed to complete yours, because he always knew.
"I am," he nodded in agreement. He reached down gripping your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.
"Do not leave me waiting long," you told him.
He grinned at you, "I wouldn't dream of it."
With a strength he did not quite know he possessed he pulled himself away from you, and began toward your father. He sat talking about something with his eldest brother, Valarr's father. The younger's face was a gruff as always as he rolled his eyes at something the elder said.
And before he knew it he was standing in front of the two men, "Valarr
"I request an audience with you," he suddenly declared, looking at his uncle.
Maekar turned looking to his brother, "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Baelor shrugged, "It is Valarr than requests an audience, Maekar. Not I," he reminded the younger.
He scoffed then turned back toward his nephew, "What the fuck do you want?" he then asked, not moving from his seat.
Valarr was undettered. This was Maekar's typical personality. Cold, stern, and harsh with his words, but underneath all that was a man who loved his children. Who loved you his first born, his precious girl, and only wanted the best for her.
And he believed he was that for you.
He puffed his chest out slight, trying to appear bigger than he was. He wanted to seem impressive, to seem worthy, but that was harder to do with a man that had earned the name of the Anvil.
"I wish to marry your daughter,"
"No," he answered immediately.
The young man's face immediately fell, but he was not going to take rejection that easily, "I will get on my knees and beg," he said.
The uncle's mouth turned into a grin as if he was tempted to see just how far he was willing to go. "Maekar," Baelor warned, knowing his son would do exactly as he said.
"I will do it," he repeated.
"You will get down on your knees in front of all these guests? The heir to the heir on his knees begging for my daughter's hand like an insolent child?" the stern man asked, leaning forward.
Baelor's eyes flickered around watching half in intrigued,and the other. making sure no one was witnessing this scene, because his brother was being his stubborn self.
Valarr nodded immediately, "Yes I will," he took a deep breath steadying himself, "I love your daughter more than anything in this world, and I will work every day to be the man she deserves. Getting on my knees and begging seems inadequate to the love I hold for her so if that is what you need I will l do it."
He then went to sink to his knees, but his uncle's hand shot out stopping him, "Do not get on your fucking knees. Maekar let out a sigh, shaking his head, "I will discuss it with your father. Now go and dance with my daughter so she will stop glaring at me," he instructed.
Valarr grinned widely, "Thank you," he said, with a bow before practically sprinting off toward you. As you awaited him, your hand already extending indicating exactly what you wanted. Both men watched as he complied, as you both danced around, matching grins on your face.
"Is there even much to discuss?" Baelor asked, once his eldest was out of ear shot.
"Oh, no. She already asked, but told me not to do anything until he did himself. I do not possess the ability to tell her no, and neither does he it seems."
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While I will always go for Baelor and Maekar, seeing Valarr being so smitten with reader is just adorable. Also love that Maekar folds for his daughter hahah
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