What’s with John’s earpiece?

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Reblogged from this version as a special one-time-only thing. Nothing new added.

Anonymous asked:

What do you make of the earpiece that was in John’s ear as he was talking to Sherlock (which can be seen when he pulls the phone away and shouts at Sherlock)? And the earpiece that was later knocked out of his ear and onto the floor when he was knocked over? Could it have anything to do with that ringing sound?

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Four people have asked about this post in the last few minutes, so this answer is for all of you.

First thing to note is that John doesn’t have anything in his ear when he’s taking the cab back to St. Bart’s. Sherlock’s tricky and all… But if the earpiece has to do with the fake death, when do you think he managed to pull that off without John noticing?

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I am a terrible person

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I am a terrible person


He is the napoleon of crime. He is the organizer of half that is evil and nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans. But his agents are numerous and splendidly organized. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a house to be ridled, a man to be removed-the word is passed to the Professor, the matter is organized and carried out. The agent may be caught. In that case money is found for his bail or his defense. But the central power which uses the agent is never caught-never so much as suspected.
Sherlock Holmes (via broriarty)


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only → John

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only → John


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IF, say, I was obsessing over The Reichenbach Fall, I might be wondering:

Was this just Sherlock taking inventory and making sure that Molly wasn’t in danger?  It seems a little stilted if not.

Your friend will die if you don’t.” 
“John…” 
“Not just John. Everyone.” 
“Mrs. Hudson?” 
“Everyone.” 
“Lestrade?” 
“Three bullets. Three gunmen. Three victims. There’s no stopping them now, unless my people see you jump

I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and last time in my life. Certainly a grey mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

“My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”

I gripped him by the arms.

“Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?”

“Wait a moment,” said he. “Are you sure that you are really fit to discuss things? I have given you a serious shock by my unnecessarily dramatic reappearance.”

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Empty House (via runawaymarbles)