kittkin:

lookatallthelovelyfandoms:

Arthur Conan Doyle: Trying to see how little fucks he can give about a series of books before people start to notice. 

I’ve seen this going around a few times, and while I can’t deny that ACD gave absolutely zero fucks sometimes, this is still sort of inaccurate. And kind of unfair to Holmes. I just wanted to fix it a bit.

  • First, Holmes didn’t hit a ledge by accident. He and Moriarty grappled on the cliff, and then he used his knowledge of baritsu (which is totally made up and a great example of how ACD just fucked around, but which most agree is sort of like judo) to overbalance him and toss him over. He never fell, and even says as much to Watson. “Well, then, about that chasm. I had no serious difficulty in getting out of it, for the very simple reason that I never was in it.”
  • After he pitches Moriarty off a cliff, he has his moment of clarity, and explains his reasons for faking his death as follows: “It came about in this way. The instant that the Professor had disappeared, it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate had placed in my way. I knew that Moriarty was not the only man who had sworn my death. There were at least three others whose desire for vengeance upon me would only be increased by the death of their leader. They were all most dangerous men. One or other would certainly get me. On the other hand, if all the world was convinced that I was dead they would take liberties, these men, they would soon lay themselves open, and sooner or later I could destroy them. Then it would be time for me to announce that I was still in the land of the living. So rapidly does the brain act that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall.”
  • So, basically, he was playing a long game, and avoiding attempted assassination. This fear was totally founded, because immediately after that Moran shows up and tries to kill him by pitching rocks down the cliff face at him. He barely escapes.
  • He stays away until he eliminates two of the three men, and does some other work in Europe and Asia. But he legitimately fears going back to London, because Moran is there and knows he’s alive.
  • The main reason he can come back even at the start of the Empty House is because Moran has committed a murder and he can put him away. Before that, both Moriarty and Moran have fooled everyone into thinking they’re upstanding citizens. Moriarty’s brother even defends him after his death.

I’m not saying Holmes wasn’t a total bastard about it. He doesn’t tell Watson he’s alive because he’s afraid he’ll ruin his plans, which is just awful, and he actually has the audacity to make snarky comments about how Watson and the Swiss police formed their conclusions about his death. You can’t read “I had no idea that you would be so affected” without wanting to strangle him.

He didn’t stay away just because he felt like it, though. He’s a completely dismissive prick about the whole thing, sure, but he spent three years on the lam so he didn’t put himself or anyone else in danger.

The whole thing about the two wives and Watson’s name change is 100% true, though. And don’t ever look into Doyle’s timeline, ever.

random-nexus:

ms-meryl:

sirpond:

have u ever had one of those friendships that’s not so much a friendship and it’s more like you’re kindred spirits that were destined to meet and you’re always on the same wavelength or thinking the same things and finishing each others sentences and have the same responses and thought process and saying things at exactly the same time and at some point it just starts getting really frickin creepy

Hive mind packages

That’s all I can say

Srsly, it’s kinda cool that others experience this.

daunt:

brightmaiden:

The Beastly family portraits by spicysteweddemon.

No matter how bad a day I’m having, these never fail to cheer me up. Something about seeing the Happily Ever After for one of my favorite faery tales…even if the spell isn’t completely broken.

If you like these or if you’re in the mood for a little more faery tale Happily Ever After, try reading The Queen’s Tale by willowbough.

These are so beautiful!  :’)  
I love their babies! SO CUTE! 

peachaidee:

Well we got our dance scene in A Game of Shadows…how about BBC’s Sherlock?

I definitely shouldn’t have spent so long on this…I’m not spending anymore.

What is homework?

clothing/upper body ref used djlasfadlkjsf;aldja

kittkin:

the-fisher-queen:

ishipjohnlock247:

jessamygriffith:

Can you repair me? by ~NamesroH

Pictures needing stories.

love this soooo much!

This interests me greatly. the lighting is superb, for one thing.

yes, someone far more talented than me should be writing a ficlet for me.

[Alright, I never post any original content at all, but this pic made me flail because I started a cyberpunk Sherlock AU thing ages ago where Sherlock was an android and John did repair work on them. It’s only a few paragraphs, I wrote it right before I fell asleep one night, tumblr might as well have it.]

Up close, the synthetic skin was simultaneously perfect and all wrong. It was too smooth, too uniform. No bags under the eyes, no small pockmarks from those frustrating bouts of teenage acne, no creases around the nose and mouth that would mark the beginnings of laugh or frown lines. It hit me then, like it always did, that it’s imperfections that make a face human, and I wondered why the illusion ever worked in the first place.

“Don’t be predictable.”

I flinched in surprise at the new voice, my hand jumping to the gun at my hip. Behind me, Mike swore, but I barely heard him. The bot had spoken, and when I took a quick look at its eyes I saw bright grey irises rotate as internal lenses refocused. How long had it been online, just laying on the table and watching us watch it?

“Since you came in,” it said, reading the obvious question off my face. Its thin lips quirked up in a ghost of a smirk. “Shouldn’t have bothered. It’s so boring watching you all go through the same existential cri-i-isis.”

It reached up with its covered, undamaged hand and rubbed its throat like a man with a bad cold. “Sorry, verbal cor-or-ortexes still coming online.”

“It shouldn’t be up at all…” Mike muttered, his fingers flying over a screen.

Kit.  KIT!  You wrote fic!  *hugs this ficlet*  Now what do I have to do to get more?  *makes puppy eyes*