Hey Leslie, feel free to answer in your own time as I can imagine you're still pretty pissed from the episode. Can you explain what happened prior to the episode being aired? Why was everyone certain of Johnlock, what was this about a leaked episode and was it legit, what did Gatiss lie about to the fans? I'm not in the fandom, so you and about 3 others are my main source of info and I've been trying to keep up but it's really hard. Would love a summary from fandom POV if poss! Thank you <3
hey! i really canāt summarize three years of analysis and meta and interviews, panels, q&aās, etc. if youāre interested, check out tjlc explained on youtube (incredible in-depth analyses) and this metaĀ (from a few years ago, during s3, basically started it all).
the series 4 finale was hyped beyond belief by the showrunners and everyone involved. and everything in tjlc pointed to johnlock becoming canon in this episode. it was screened at bfi last week, then the russian version got leaked like the next day. people watched it and thought it was so bad (in terms of plot, effects, music, characters, everything) that it was fake. and it honestly did not seem beyond the sherlock showrunners to create a fake episode so the real one couldnāt be spoiled. then the finale aired sunday and we learned the leak was real, these were the same episode, it was in fact absolute shit. a complete divergence from the previous three seasons + special, even from the previous two episodes in series 4. like i canāt even begin to describe how awful tfp is if you havenāt watched sherlock.
mark gatiss and steven moffat created this incredibly beautiful, nuanced, complex, realĀ slow-burn gay romance over the course of 7 years, and then at the last minute stomped all over it while laughing maniacally. this show was promoted likeĀ āsherlock is in love! but with who?ā and then this episode was just a flaming pile of fake dog crap IāM SO GODDAMN ANGRY thereās more to say but iām tiredĀ
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zcatz replied to your post āWhen I was 13 I had an argument with my art teacher during my final...ā
Just before a mock GCSE paper my headmaster chose to scream at me in front of the whole year for wearing the wrong shoes, and I cried throughout my entire exam oops. I refuse to let that go.
and you should!!! because seriously?!?!
stupidest thing ever, over a pair of shoes?!?! fuck you evil headmaster
Because I saw this post and the Klaine AU practically wrote itself.
1600 words of Kurt and Blaine meeting on a train.Ā With some Blam / Kurtcedes friendship thrown in for good measure.
Read on AO3.
Blaine was having a terrible day. There were no two ways around it. Having dragged himself to the nearest station, he heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally able to board his train and sit comfortably for the long ride home. His day at NYADA had been filled with final assignments, stressed teachers, and a knee injury he was still nursing from the previous week. Now, he wanted nothing more than to get home and relax with his DVR.
He pulled out his phone and was pleased to see he still had signal on the above-ground train line so he took the opportunity to send his roommate a quick message.
Blaine:
Your turn to pick up food tonight. Donāt forget!
Sam:
No way, dude! I brought back dinner *last* Friday.
Blaine:
Bringing home ingredients for *me* to make us dinner is not the same thing, Sam. Itās been a long day. Iām tired and hungry and I need pizza. Pleeeeeeease.
Sam:
OK! Fine, you win. Iāll be back at 7.
Blaine:
Thank you!!! :)
Blaine smiled at his small victory and pocketed the phone before sinking deeper into the seat. He was about to close his eyes for a short rest when the train came to its next station stop and a crowd of people got off, being replaced only by a few others. That was when he saw him.
Blaineās eyes went comically wide when the other man stepped in to the carriage. The first thing Blaine noticed was the manās impossibly long, lean legs, concealed by skin-tight jeans and boots that looked as though they would require a crowbar to pry them from his body. He had a swoop of gorgeous chestnut brown hair and a well-toned torso hugged by what was clearly a very expensive designer shirt and jacket combination.
It was only then that Blaine realised heād been openly staring as the man looked around the carriage and sat directly across from Blaine. Once settled, he placed his equally expensive-looking bag over his lap and crossed his legs before finally looking up.
Blaine let out a tiny squeak of surprise when he briefly met the other manās eyes ā the colour of a cloudless sky pierced through him and he had to look down immediately, pretending he hadnāt been gazing. Out of his periphery he saw the other manās lip curve into a small smile as he took a phone out from the bag. So Blaine did the same thing, if only to keep his hands busy and look a bit more normal.
The train rattled and shook as Blaine opened his Twitter, allowing himself something to do to prevent embarrassing himself even further.
@warblerblaine
seriously cute guy just sat across from me on the train. AND heās wearing McQueen ā take me now!
After scrolling for a few minutes, Blaine closed the app and continued to fidget in his seat, playing with the phone in his hands before sitting back again and looking back up at the man sharing his carriage. It was then that he noticed the ID badge around the guyās neck which read, in large print, āVOGUE.COMā.
āOf course he works in fashion,ā Blaine thought, āHe must be one of the models there. I wonder if Samās ever met him on the model circuit.ā
No sooner had he thought this than another message came through on his phone. It was the most puzzling thing Blaine had read, even by his best friendās standards.
Sam:
I need details.
Blaine:
Sorry, did I miss something?
Sam:
The guy! Tell me about the guy!
Blaine:
Errrā¦ are you stalking me or something???
Sam:
Of course not! I just get notifications sent to my phone for all your tweets.
Blaine:
Oh. Well thatāsā¦ normal.
Sam:
Of course it is! Come ON, Blaine. Donāt hold out on me like this. So whatās he like?
Blaine read the message over again and looked back up at the man, sighing to himself before replying.
Blaine:
Gorgeous. Totally out of my league. Probably a model. Works for Vogue.
Sam:
Now whoās the stalker?
Blaine:
He has an I.D. badge, okay?
Sam:
Okay, okay! So what *does* he look like?
Blaine:
Since when, exactly, have you been you so interested in the guys I like?
Sam:
Since every guy youāve ever gone out with has practically ended before it began. Come on man, you even tweeted about *this* one. That never happened before.
Blaine:
Okay. Point taken. And well, to answer your question, heās amazing - a cross between an elf prince and a rockstar.
Sam:
Thatās kind of hard to imagine, bro. I think I need to actually see him to understand that. In fact, yeah! DO THAT! Send me a picture.
Blaine almost outright laughed at that one.
Blaine:
Hmm yeah, what a great idea! Shall I just ask him to smile and say āCHEESEā for me too, whilst Iām at it?
Sam:
Just do it discreetly - heāll never know! I want to at least put a face to the guy my roommate will be pining over for the next month.
Blaine hesitated in his reply to that. Sam kind of had a point. And what harm could one little photo do? After all, he probably would end up pining over this guy, and it would be nice to have a little reminder of their brief encounter.
Just then, as Blaine was about to respond to the message, he was almost blinded by a flash of light. Dazed and confused, he looked up from his phone only to find hot-guy flushing a bright pink colour and covering his mouth with one hand, phone in the other, eyes wider than Blaine had ever seen.
āErrmmmm,ā the guy finally spoke. And although this wasnāt the time to notice it, Blaine thought his voice sounded really rather high and beautiful.
After a few seconds, Blaine eventually found his ability to speak again when he tentatively looked to the man and responded.
āErmm, I donāt mean to be presumptuous or anything but, ermā¦ well, I meanā¦ were you ā did you just take a photo of me?ā
The guy turned an even darker pink as he brought both hands up to cover his face and let out a muffled sound of what Blaine assumed to be, āOh god.ā
āHey, no. Itāsā¦ itās fine! Really, itās fine,ā Blaine was starting to feel his own face grow hot at the thought that this could have easily been his mistake if it were ten seconds later and he was the one holding the camera.
āI wasnāt at all discreet about that, was I?ā the man still had his face covered but Blaine could see the pink fading a little as the seconds went by.
Unable to stop himself, Blaine found his body getting out of his seat and crossing the carriage before even thinking about what he was doing. He sat down next to the guy and gave a small laugh when he realised how odd the situation really was.
āHey, look, I was the one who clearly embarrassed myself first by staring when you got on the train. I mean, you are pretty gorgeous.ā
The other man turned his head slowly and brought his hands down to his lap, keeping his eyes on Blaine as he spoke.
āYou were staring at me?ā
Blaineās heart dropped.
āOh. So maybe you didnāt see that.ā
His face heated up yet again and yeah, maybe he had read this entire situation completely wrong.
āI was too,ā the other guy suddenly blurted out. āLooking at you, I mean. Youāre kind of really adorable.ā
Blaineās heart suddenly felt ten times lighter as each of them simply sat and looked at each other for a few seconds. Before long they finally lost it as both boys burst out laughing and found it very hard to stop, failing to hide their giddiness. Eventually calming down enough to speak, Blaine breathed in and held out his hand with a smile.
āIām Blaine.ā
āKurt,ā the hot-guy responded as he shook the offered hand, and wow was Blaine glad he finally had a name to put to that face.
āWell Kurt, Iāve got to be honest with you. The whole time weāve been sitting here I was kind of texting my roommate about the cute guy sat across from me. But, I guess now the awkward has gone, I wonder if that guy would maybe mind me asking him out on a date tomorrow night.ā
It was the furthest Blaine had ever pushed with his love life. Before now, heād always been the one getting asked out. But after Kurtās embarrassment, he knew it was the least he could do to cut the tension.
āI would really, really love that Blaine,ā Kurt responded sweetly, flashing Blaine a brilliant smile that warmed his heart instantly.
āAnd, well, Iāve got to be honest with you too now,ā Kurt continued, āThe only reason I was even taking this picture in the first place was for my roommate, Mercedes. We've got a pact. Sheās been trying to set me up for months now but she wanted to approve of you before I could say anything,ā he paused, āI guess thatās a bit weird, right?ā
Blaine could almost laugh at the way his terrible day had eventually turned out.
āKurt, how would you feel about a double date tomorrow? I think your friend Mercedes should meet my friend Sam.ā
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it was produced (and probable first performance) at about the same time as Richard || in 1595 just afterĀ Shakespeare'sĀ company became The Lord Chamberlain's Men. only years before did itĀ haveĀ to close because of plague along with many other theatres.Really the only thing thatĀ happenedĀ that year wasĀ thatĀ wasĀ Raleigh'sĀ s firstĀ expeditionĀ to Guiana.
Performance conditions:
on the face of it the conditions in theĀ ElizabethĀ theatre were not such as to encourage great writers. The publicĀ playhouseĀ itself was not very different from an ordinary innyard; it wasĀ openĀ to the weather; among the spectators were often louts, pickpockets, and prostitutes; some of the actors played up the rowdy elements in the audience by inserting their own jokes into the authors lines. The presentation wasĀ oftenĀ rough and noisy, with fireworks to represent storms, and battles.Ā
' Shakespeare himself makes frequent comments in his plays about the limitations of the playhouse and the actors of time, often apologizing for them. InĀ A midsummer night's dream(act V, scene i) he seems to dismiss actors with the words
The best in this kind are but shadows.
yet Elizabeth's theatre, with all it faults, stimulates dramatists to a variety of achievement never been equalled and, in Shakespeare, produced one of the greatest writers in history.
a lot of staging was painted using the audiences imagination such as OberonsĀ silique
bank where upon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
[Source: Collins: The Alexander ShakespeareĀ company'sĀ 'Much adoĀ aboutĀ nothing'
Religion & Billy-no-beard:
All religions ands trades andĀ professionsĀ claim Shakespeare as their own but he left no record of becoming involved in any religious activity.But he would have seen that in a very real sense religion was a matter of life and death to those all about him.
Te plays were written to be performed in the presence of monarchs in dangerous days.Ā BothĀ in his backgroundĀ andĀ in the genius of his plays, heĀ mustĀ have felt he lived on a knife-edge.
[Source: Shakespeare in Lancashire]
costumesĀ
No expense was not paid where it came to costume. They were expensive and fine.They were rarely accurate but they made it so kings and beggars were easilyĀ separatedĀ in audience's minds.
