Goodness me this episode was an emotional journey.
Sherlock solving the case then going to Watson's room to lay in his bed to find some form of comfort, Sherlock's cussing and venting of the case when he realises its revelations would hurt Victor, the moments of intimacy when Watson's speaks about the last memories he has of his father and them laughing together at it, Sherlock revealing the guilt and suppressed memories he has of the principle and the self identity crisis he has because of it?
I cannot even begin to discuss this properly.
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I’m starting to realize most of the characters im in love with are ones I want. I don’t want them carnally, ofc.
I want to be them…
I’m not a fan of this discovery especially seeing as the roster is…interesting
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do u ever think about what was going on in trevor's head when he heard the "you forget a thousand things every day" quote on the TV? just look at his face he was SPEECHLESS
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Andrew Lloyd Webber's "CATS" opened in London 43 years ago!!! 🐱
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A preview of The Deadstone Memorial by Trevor Baxendale, scanned from Doctor Who Magazine #348. Art by Baxendale himself.
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Chapter 1
Maxine was the meanest dog I've ever met in my entire life. As a child, she seemed to tower over my head. She was jet black, a Borzoi, with sharp teeth and eyes that looked fake. My first clear memory of her was her glassy eyes as she stared at me in my bed, middle of the night. It was dark, of course, I couldn't really see anything. I could feel her hot breath, and this overwhelming presence. Knots were strangling my intestines, burning, like they were being lined with sandpaper. There was the intense beat of rain on the window, and the sky bellowed. I anticipated lightning, but it never came. I can't remember much else about it, though. No matter the time, Maxine was always acting strangely toward me. When it was time for me to get on the bus, she would wait for me to go outside, jump over the gate from her doghouse, and drag me down by my ankles. I called for my mother but, when she came out, Maxine had leaped back into her doghouse. When I went to the bathroom, she'd come find me and try to bite me. Scratch me. I started closing the door, and she began throwing herself into it. My dad would punish me for making too much noise, because when he came to check it out, Maxine was gone. On the weekends, my parents had a date night, so they left me with the ratched dog. I'd try to watch television, she'd bite into my ankle and chase me away. Then following me endlessy, as if expecting attention. I reach out to her, and she lunges. She snarls and snaps, with a big fat line of drool swinging between her needle teeth. On a Friday night, I decided I was going to try and pet her. I ended up in the hospital needing quite a few stitches in my face. I would stay in a separate room with my door closed, and she would throw herself at the door and scream. Until my parents came home, then she left me alone for a little while. But there was only an hour or so before I had to try and go to sleep.
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*Hm-hmm as I stroke my chin and then stroke Simon's*
It should be a ~tad~ softer, I'm thinking. I've always been especially careful with Simon's face shape because I'm trying not to make it identical to Trevor's whose chin is a little flatter to indicate his age.
My other challenge is drawing Simon's face from his left side so there's just a bunch of takes of that here (but I kept covering his chin by accident, so much for personal references uwahah).
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@vikingsevents AUTUMNAL EQUINOX
Day 7: Free choice
One of my favorite songs from the Vikings soundtrack:
"The Memory of Battle", by Trevor Morris, from s05ep15, "Hell".
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I grew up on educational library DVDs, so I just wanna say thank you to Trevor Romain, Bill Nye, everybody on Blues Clues (especially Steve Burns), and everybody on Popular Mechanics for Kids, among others for being there for me. While I know you never knew me, I knew you. When I felt alone, scared, tired, sick, I knew I could pop in a DVD into the player and watch reruns of you and I felt better. I felt safer, I felt like I was with somebody who cared. You didn’t just teach me how to do my homework, or about the cardiovascular system, or how to plan a birthday party, or where silk comes from, you made me happy when everything else felt scary.
I don’t watch DVDs anymore, but I miss you. I love you.
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