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Date of issue: 11 Oct 2014

Mary is not retired.

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Let's be real, for a moment

The Six Thatchers was wonky. Everything felt off. The way the episode was shot , the illuminated skull picture at Baker Street, the fact our two main characters are pushed as far apart as possible all made this episode feel off. We’re supposed to be unsettled and begging for more – to ensure we tune in next week. We have to be rooting for Sherlock and John. We *all* have to be rooting for Sherlock and John.

This episode was about love. “Amo, Amas, Amat” – how good is your Latin? Sherlock and sentiment are brought up again, but we know he’s not really a machine so that shouldn’t surprise anyone. This episode is meant to question what you know about love.

***We’re lead to believe John Watson cheated on Mary by the way he texts someone at night. Someone who’s up at all hours, someone who misses him, someone who hasn’t seen him in awhile – but this is exactly a conversation he’d have with Harry, his sister. We’ve seen similar conversations on his blog. But we’re lead to believe John’s cheating. We didn’t see the contact info, our mind simply filled in the blanks with what we’ve been conditioned to assume. Classic misdirection.

***John told Mary “you could have talked to me” because “that’s what couples do” – a callback to Episode 9 when he told Sherlock “you could have called, you could have talked to me”.

***Mary taking a bullet for Sherlock but then telling him to go to Hell? Look, these mirrors are so frequent I’m getting nauseated. Emelia Ricoletti, the bride in episode 10, knew she was a dead woman walking, so she made her death count. She was part of something greater. Her death seemed like a boring suicide, but it was worth so much more than that. We see Mary tell John life as his wife was the best thing ever. Neither use the word “love”. This is important because we assume the “love” is implied. She loves John and Sherlock, Sherlock loves both of them, John loves Mary but hates Sherlock. All of this is messed up. Everything you think first is wrong. She made her death count. The long game is burning the heart out of Sherlock. That’s The Final Problem. And she just did an amazing job helping that along. She said his job is to save John Watson. She knows he’s in grave danger because she knows the long game. And Sherlock can go to hell.

***John presumably broke his wedding vows, Mary has been lying to him since day one YET FOR SOME REASON Sherlock *accidentally* breaking the vow from John’s wedding is the one that gets all the attention.

This is a love story. “Amo, amas, amat” – “I love, you love, she loves”. The seeds have been planted.

Have you been paying attention?

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having breaks from school is nice because no school work and you get to see old friends and family but then your mind is not occupied and you have too much time to overthink and you just want to go back to school to do something with your life and see friends but you know when you’re back there the stress of all the work you have to do will overwhelm you and you won’t have any time to sit down and do nothing and you’ll desire a break so long story short does anyone know someone who can put me into a coma? asking for a friend

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lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity

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“I do great with the zero to eight demographic. […] Yeah, they love me - partially because my ears are big and I look a little like a cartoon character.” - Barack Obama

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WebMD Middle Ages

Q: I have, of late, felt strange pain in mine elbow

A: Prepare thy soul to be shriven, for thou hast THE PLAGUE

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story time: sex ed in the U.S.

I don’t have a belly button - it was surgically removed in the process of treating Crohn’s disease that progressed to life-threatening peritonitis about four years ago.

This isn’t a story about a belly button, or about intestines or any lack thereof. This is about the United States.

As part of a ‘getting to know you’ exercise a few weeks ago, a group of people and I were playing ‘two truths and a lie.’ For my turn, my lie was ‘I used to live in Canada.’ I was called on immediately after the game was over for confirmation that my statement ‘I don’t have a belly button’ was true.

I complied immediately, revealing a set of long purple scars that stretch across my abdomen - one of which crosses through the midline, no belly button in sight.

I gave a condensed version of the story and the general consensus was ‘bro, sick.’ Except for one guy, who looked utterly horrified.

“Wait,” he said slowly, something clearly dawning on him, “how are you going to have kids?”

This threw me for a second, but I’m used to being asked that question - my abdomen is full of scar tissue, I’m missing some key organs, the medicine I’m taking to stay in remission is a known abortifacient and I may well not be able to have children. I’ve discussed it before, but generally not with strangers.

“Uh,” I replied. “Well, that’s a complicated question. There are a lot of factors and I don’t really know.”

“No, no,” he insisted. “You don’t have a belly button.”

“What?”

“Isn’t that how the baby… you know, eats?”

“I’m sorry?”

“So like, the baby couldn’t get food. Because there’s nowhere for the umbilical cord to connect.”

“Wait,” I said, deeply confused. “Like, how was I born? This is recent, I was born with a belly button. I lost it like fourteen years after being born, there wasn’t a conflict.”

“No, I get that, but if you had a baby, there would be nowhere for the umbilical cord to connect and it wouldn’t get food. You don’t have a belly button so there’s nowhere to connect.”

I paused for a second, the realization dawning on me that this guy had a winning combination of no boundaries and literally no idea how pregnancy worked.

“Dude,” another guy cut in, “that’s not how it works.”

“That’s how babies get belly buttons, man,” the first guy insisted.

“The umbilical cord is a source of nutrients, yeah, but they’re stored in the placenta,” I offered. “That’s a totally different organ.”

“Then why do the mom and the baby both have belly buttons?”

The second guy was getting kind of upset, but I was totally beyond that - this guy had graduated high school and was heading off to college to study political science and didn’t have a clue where babies come from. It was actually comical.

I decided to interrupt and change the subject before anything got heated.

“What do you want to do after college?” I asked the first guy.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I just want to be a politician - like, public policy, that sort of thing. Run for office, you know.”

And then the entire exchange made sense.

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When medication says “do not operate heavy machinery” they’re probably mainly referring to cars, but my mind always goes to forklift.

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There was a bee in Simone’s flowers 😭 😂 

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Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via bookmania)

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vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special

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Accidentally coming out to my family

Uncle: are you texting a boy?Me: no

Uncle: why not??

Me: boys are gross

Uncle: *sarcastically* you a lesbian?

Me: *doesn't look up from phone* yeah