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What gets me about antis insisting that Sherlock's "I love you" to Molly is platonic is that everyone in this situation is thinking of romance. The whole thing starts with the coffin and more importantly the lid, the lid that says "I love you" on it. "So you loves you? I'm assuming it's not a long list," says Mycroft. Which would be a strange thing to say about any other type of love. Mycroft himself clearly loves his brother, even if he never says so, but he also obviously is discounting familial love. The same goes for platonic as he knows Sherlock has friends who love him. Heck, Sherlock's best friend John is the room with them and Mycroft dismisses him.
And who does John immediately think of? Irene Adler. Someone who had romantic interest in Sherlock. But Sherlock knows the coffin isn't meant for Irene. As soon as he sees the lid, he knows exactly who it is meant for. You can see it in his face as he turns away from the lid and back at the coffin.
Molly Hooper. And we, the audience know full well that Molly's feelings for Sherlock are not platonic. Sherlock knows it too. I'm sure Mycroft and John know it too. I doubt there is anyone who doesn't know both Sherlock and Molly who doesn't know. It's so obvious.
If Molly thought that Sherlock wanted her to say a platonic "I love you", why would she resist saying it? It may not be true, but it would be so much easier than admitting the truth. And admitting the truth is why Molly is having such a hard time saying it.
And if Sherlock was only saying it platonically why is he having such a hard time saying it? How hard would it be to admit you love a friend in order to save their life? Most people wouldn't hesitate. Yes, I know Sherlock isn't most people, but for someone who usually doesn't hesitate to manipulate people to get what he wants (like fake proposing for example), you'd think he wouldn't hesitate to say it if it meant saving Molly. Heck, he didn't hesitate to fake his death to save John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. Saying three little words would be so much easier, right?
Unless those three little words mean so much more than he knows how to admit, if those mean more than just platonic feelings. And why if he meant platonically, did he repeat himself? Once would have been enough right?
And if it had been platonic, why does he react so violently, breaking the coffin when Eurus tells him Molly had never been in any real danger? He should have been relieved to hear that his friend was safe. But no. Instead he's hurting and compares vivisection. Why is he so emotional over admitting he loves a friend? Because that's not what happened. Eurus didn't force him to admit he cares about a friend. That's something Sherlock has already admitted. No, this is about something more. He forced Sherlock to admit he loves and can love romantically. Forced him to confront those feelings. And forced Molly to admit it too. Forced them both to admit to something neither was ready to admit too.
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The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment
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I don’t know how aware you are of fanfiction, but the leading ACGAS-ship, or relationship, is Siegfried and Mrs Hall. How do you view that relationship and the fan response to it?
SAM: I don’t read fanfic and perhaps I should, although I would be wary of reading fanfiction about Mrs Hall and Siegfried, only because it might give us ideas! It’s a fascinating relationship based on a very strict and well-established principle, which is that I employ her. I call her Mrs Hall and she calls me Mr Farnon.
At the same time, the real power in the house is Mrs Hall, and I’m wise enough not to question that. It would be extremely unusual for them to have a relationship, but nothing is impossible. I am enormously grateful for her presence and, increasingly, for her wisdom, kindness, and attention. And that is likely to become more important, not less. They’re two people with important histories of marriage, heartbreak, and their own problems with children — either having them or not having them.
And one of the wonderful things about All Creatures Great and Small is that things never happen too slowly. More and more, we’ve rightly chosen to put off emotional payoffs. So I would say to people holding a candle for Siegfried and Mrs Hall, “Never say never.” I haven’t seen the scripts for series four, so I don’t know what happens, but professionally, I’ve never been happier than when working with Anna Madeley. I love her portrayal of Mrs Hall, and Siegfried does too. Beyond that, who knows?
I would love to see it.
SAM: They’re sort of married already. You can tell a lot of story just by holding hands.
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another little something from my crow!Thomas au :)
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@froggattcoyles THANK YOU FOR POINTING OUT THIS PARALLEL.
MY HEART IS SO FULL (’:
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Gift for Lady Mary?
Joanne Froggatt behind the scenes on the set of the Downton Abbey Movie.
Source: Joanne Froggatt Instagram account.
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“It was from expecting nothing that something great happened. As simple as the sunset. At the beginning there was fear, uncertainty, insecurity, emerging like thunderbolts from the sky. Then, the feeling of belonging, of peace and joy for an unknown emotion, but that made you feel so good. There hadn’t been fireworks or bells ringing. It had been as simple as the sunset. Butterflies in the stomach, silent questions sliding by sweaty hands, an urgency in knowing if that was really meant to be. Because when it’s meant to be… you feel it.” — Translated from Clarissa Corrêa
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Downton Abbey, Series 1, Episode 2
Anna and Mr Bates + f l i r t i n g
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AND THEN I’LL TELL YOU A SECOND TIME!
I'LL TELL YOU WHO SHOULD BE RUNNING A MODEST HOTEL
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If I had seen Downton Abbey before I got married, I most definitely would have been inspired to find a hair piece like Lady Mary’s. ❤️
Lady Mary Crawley’s wedding dress
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"Do you recognise this?"
Fictober 2023
Category: Fanfiction
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Anna leaned forward and tweaked the frame a little, straightening it up, and then stepped back to look at it.
‘That looks nice,’ John said, coming to stand behind her.
She leaned back against him, his arm coming up around her waist as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
‘Do you recognise this?’
‘Should I?’
She shrugged, suddenly feeling a little bashful. ‘There’s no reason you should, I suppose.’
He looked again at the item in the frame, sensing she was disappointed with his answer. It still meant nothing to him. He jiggled her gently.
‘Tell me. If it’s important to you, I want to know why.’
‘Do you remember the night of the fair in 1913?’
He cast his mind back. ‘You were ill.’
‘You brought me a tray of food. And a flower.’
John stared at the pressed flower framed on the wall of their cottage and felt a rush of love for his wife.
‘I did,’ he said, softly. ‘You kept it.’
‘Yes. It was the first flower anyone had ever given me.’
He tightened his arm around her, felt her small, strong hands on his, her fingers touching his precious wedding ring.
‘And it was you giving it to me,’ she murmured. ‘It made me so happy, I thought I might die.’
‘Did it?’
‘Yes. I was already so in love with you, but I never thought I could even hope you’d feel the same. Not until that night when you brought me bread and soup. And a flower.’
He nuzzled her temple, pressing a tender kiss there, filled with love for this wife of his, who seemed so oblivious even now to her own charms.
‘Oh, Anna, believe me, it was I who thought you were beyond my reach back then. You were too young and good and beautiful for the likes of me,’ he said, honestly.
She smiled, huffing out a tiny laugh. ‘Oh, yes? But I’m not now?’
‘No, you’re still too young and good and beautiful for me, but it turns out that, all evidence to the contrary, I am the luckiest man in the world because you agreed to become my wife.’
Anna leaned back against him. ‘I would probably have agreed to marry you that night if you’d asked me.’
‘Perhaps I should have.’
‘Perhaps you should,’ Anna agreed, happy and content with her beloved husband.
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Finding a new favorite fictional character is like, will you be temporary or will you become a permanent part of my personality for the next 10 years?
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