#granada trip

[mouse-of-mischief]

Does anyone else just occasionally miss the Victorian intimacy of calling someone by their first name?

[jazzandpizazz]

daily dose of granada holmes: 💔

january 22, 2023

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

love john and sherlock having a "charming week" in switzerland, just a cute lil' relaxing trip, such a wonderful time really, if only it weren't for that pesky criminal mastermind moriarty chasing them

[ofbakerst]

William Blake, Nebuchadnezzar, 1795

William Blake, The Body of Abel Found by Adam and Eve, 1826

[undeadfillum]

Trumpet

Olympus Trip 35

Portra 400

Granada, Spain

[kkoehn17]

A Cozy Week in Spain

I was off to a rocky start. I was standing at the American Airlines counter at the Chicago O’Hare airport, considering bursting into tears, as the kind woman across from me typed away on her computer. I had missed my connecting flight to Madrid after being given bad directions by an airport employee, and was now stuck in the Midwest, under threat of a snowstorm, wondering if my vacation was…

[goldenphlox]

Just learned one of my childhood besties is going to be in Madrid one day/night of my trip!!

[natejordon]

MONTANA RENDEZVOUS

In August I headed up to Missoula, Montana, to see Pearl Jam with a few old friends. We rallied at Jed’s old family cabin on Seeley Lake and everything was peaceful, until the day of the Pearl Jam show.

In August I headed up to Missoula, Montana, to see Pearl Jam with a few old friends: Jeremiah from Hawaii, Slater from New York, Jed from Bozeman, Frost from Billings, and Schuck from Idaho. We rallied at Jed’s old family cabin on Seeley Lake and everything was peaceful . . . until the day of the Pearl Jam show. Welcome to the next chapter in The Misadventures of Ford…

[wanderlustphotosblog]

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[xas24]

I saw this on Tiktok and instantly thought of santiago and pedri, please write something short and fluffy on this 😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRcB7cm/

solace ~ pedri

summary: in an eight hour road trip with her little brother and her boyfriend, y/n seems to find some solace where many would find frustration.

when y/ns parents suggested going on a road trip to granada to meet her grandparents for the weekend, y/n couldn’t be anymore excited. she loved her grandparents, as cheerful and kind as they could be. they treated her and santiago with the utmost love and affection and the two returned that with immense respect.

pedri had yet to meet y/ns grandparents. she just knew that they would wholeheartedly adore pedri as much as she and santiago did, which is why she thought of bringing him along. pedri didn’t mind as he didn’t have much planned for the weekend other than training, which he was able to take off with much convincing.

the thought of an eight hour drive sounded extremely boring but the three in the back seemed to make it all the more fun - y/n sat in the middle as santiago and pedri sat on each side of her.

their trip started off well - the all conversed with each other and talked about anything that came to mind. y/ns father had also joined the conversation, occasionally cracking a few jokes here and there. santiago was telling a few of his weird school stories again, which his family had no choice but to laugh along and ignore how the little boy loved telling the same stories over and over, without realisation.

pedri found that extremely humorous and adorable - the smile on the ten year olds face made it all the more worthy.

when the second hour hit, the excitement in the atmosphere in the car had started to die down. pedri and y/n shared a pair of airpods as they both watched videos on her phone, his head on her shoulder and his arm resting around her back. y/ns parents were in their own world whilst santiago played around on his ipad.

the low hum of the radio played in the background, filling the car with its usual play of spanish songs. the beating sun filtered through the tinted windows, splashing itself onto everyone. the warm heat of it was comforting and y/n could feel the tiredness starting to spark within her.

it was hour three and the sun had finally started to settle for the day. its dying embers painted the sky in a mixture of pink and yellow, y/n took a few pictures of the beautiful sunset view over pedris body before relaxing further into her seat. his hand returned to intertwine with hers as her head rested itself on his shoulder.

she bent her leg up onto the seat to be more comfortable but the feeling of pedris warm hands on her arms and waist was enough to lull her off into sleep. she could still hear the faint play of the radio and the partial silence in the car was comforting accompanied with the sound of santiago silently praising himself every ten seconds whilst playing his game.

“go to sleep.” pedri had whispered in her ear, kissing her temple as he watched her eyes start to flutter.

she fell asleep in her boyfriends hold, her one hand curled around his bicep whilst the other one held his hand, fingers intertwined and heart content.

it was around two hours later when y/n had woken up. it was hour five of the road trip and also completely dark outside. her head slightly hurt as she lifted it off the headrest of the seat, and felt a cramp starting to form from sleeping in that one position for so long.

her body slightly ached but she felt so much more refreshed from the fatigue that had circulated her body all day. one of the small blankets was draped over her body and when she moved, the cold instantly slapped against her skin.

she reached for the hoodie that pedri had given her before the trip, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into the warmth and familiarity that his clothing engulfed her with. she sighed in satisfaction when his scent invaded her senses.

“you’re awake.” santiago said with a tired smile on his face.

it was evident that he’d been playing on his ipad the whole time she was asleep, from the darkness under his eyes where he’d been rubbing them to the ruffle of his hair.

“yes and now you should sleep. you look tired, santi.” she raised her brows at him and the little boy nodded as he finished the fruit snack he was having.

y/n then looked over at her other boy to see him on his phone, or rather attempting to be. she chuckled as she saw his head drooping where it rested on his palm, his eyes were shut, and she knew he was just ‘resting’ them.

she also knew that he was refusing to sleep just because her sleeping body was laying against his, and her heart warmed at the thought.

y/n slightly shook her boyfriend, who instantly opened his eyes and turned to her with a questioning look before he relaxed.

“you’re awake.” he smiled at her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek. y/n kept his face there, letting him rest it on her shoulder as she tapped his cheek with her fingers.

“sleep, baby. we still have three hours and i know you’re tired.” she muttered so only he could hear.

“you sure?” he mumbled, already starting to get comfy.

“mhm, go to sleep cariño, ill be here.” pressing a kiss to his head, she reassured him with a little smile on her lips.

santiago had moved to the absolute corner of the seats and rested his head on his palm against the window before he decided that wasn’t comfortable at all, so he moved to rest against his older sister instead.

y/n didn’t mind as his head lay against her arm. she slightly moved pedri so that his head was in her lap instead, and his legs were comfortable on the seat.

they both engulfed her body, practically using it as a human pillow as they fell into a comforting sleep. she was wide awake now, with nothing to do but let the two next to her fall into slumber. a smile graced her lips whilst her fingers combed themselves through pedris dark hair, playing with the soft strands and delicately scratching against his scalp just the way she knew he liked.

her mother and father were silently chatting in the front, and she had about two and a half hours left until they’d be with her grandparents. the ecstatic feeling returned.

they would finally get to meet the boy that had practically swept her off her feet, the boy that slept in her lap right now looking all too innocent and peaceful, the boy that loved her baby brother more than anyone did. they would get to see the reason behind her smile everyday, and santiago’s.

her body was squished between her two boys, but all she could think about was how grateful she was to have them in her life.

[amypihcs]

Where Watson finds a way to hug his love in front of a policeman!

Everyone and their cat, HELLO!

Here we are for the last chapter! Let's go let's go with the fourth and last callout of the book!

Ahi ahi, Holmes! Your husband is NOT happy with you!

And he's quite right, tbh! At least there's also another friend around! And one with almost your same sense of humor!

NOW, Lestrade ain't 'little'. He's eco-sized. It's you two that are too tall and too broad (respectively, holmes and watson), gentlemen!

Still. you all are armed! this is good!

OOOOKAY- almost everything is going as it should, WASIT NOT FOR THE FOG!

Holmes is going full aragorn, just for the record!

There's sir Henry... but there's something ELSE!

... I SHALL spare y'all technicolor dog!

But yeah, that, like a thousand times less goofy because granada goofied up stuff a lot (as much as we love them for it!)

These two husbands will fire together... If you know what i mean, they know each other so so well!

Watson is running, Holmes is running more, Lestrade has shorter legs, but we appreciate you short king! Watson is also gushing about his husband, as you do! and bem. Hound's dead.

Sir Henry's well, Brady can also raise the dead and Watson and Holmes are doing their deduction-flirt in front of both Lestrade and sir Henry!

Now kiddo goes home (and from there on a healing trip around the world with his boytoy DR MORTIMER) while we go finish this case!

Get inside the house, shock the butler half dead, there's someone in this room!

It's Mrs Stapleton! Thank god she's well. Well and quite willing to send her husband to hell.

Tbh i ship her and sir henry a lot! they'd be a nice couple, i believe! after tackling some trust issues ofc!

Good, clever girl! Now we need to tend to you as well, we'll see to HIM later!

-twelve hours later-

LET'S HAVE A STROLL IN THE MIRE!

Watson gets his occasion to hug his husband in front of lestrade and kindly scold him because mrs hudson will scold him MORE, and on to the island!

They find all their evidence, paint included, i REFUSE to beleive that mortimer's doggo's alsodead, granada knew what they were doing in making him liiiive.

And here we are! done with ACD's best holmes novel!

We'll see valley of fear's fever dream... later i suppose!

[whilereadingandwalking]

In March 2020, I left Spain in a state of panic and tears. Covid-19 was a global emergency, but I had to snake maskless through crowds of hundred panicked tourists, shove myself into airplane seats, overuse my hand sanitizer, stand in endless Madrid & London airport lines, overhear racist remarks and people coughing into the air, for 36 hours straight. I got home sure I had Covid, cycling between a selfish sadness of my dream trip being canceled and overwhelming, isolated panic.

I recognize 2020 me, but 2024 me is utterly changed. From the little things (playing Animal Crossing with my sister with 900 miles between us, a Studio Ghibli movie marathon, the little neurotransmitters that make my nerves act wrong) to the big (watching my friends birth entire humans, seeing loved ones almost die, losing my job), I am new. I’m grown up now. I was 25 in Spain, now I’m 30.

Tomorrow, I’m going to step off my airplane, and I will be in Seville. Where I left off. The pandemic isn’t over, but it does feel like things have come full-circle. My family and I will go to Granada after that, and then I’ll go to Madrid. The dream cut short in 2020 will be completed, by a much different me. If I could see that me—maybe as I step off, she’ll be stepping on, in that same pocket of space—I would tell her that it will all be too much. But that she is going to find so much confidence and conviction in herself, up ahead. That she will survive it. That amidst all the pain, she’ll have so, so many adventures.

And I’d promise her: You will be back.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

I also think it's really interesting how they chose to address Holmes's substance abuse in Granada's Devil's Foot (because if I remember correctly, it's not this way in canon, there it's just stated that Holmes was exhausted and needed to recover). So they first show Holmes using (or preparing to use), then swearing off the drugs, but later in the episode he goes through a literal horror trip when he's under the influence of the devil's foot.

And I cannot help but wonder ... Holmes has a strong will, and he has decided to forsake the drugs. But there's this strange powder on the lamp, and this is for science, and he knows he will likely experience horrors beyond this comprehension, but he's been in a strange, muted state of despair during his stay in Cornwall anyway, and he's curious, and maybe he just needs to get out of his skin.

So there he goes. He needs to know and someone needs to try it, so it's the only logical solution. And despite everything, he's still careless.

When I first watched this sequence, I wasn't such a fan, but the longer I think about it, the more I think it's very cleverly done. They manage to bring up a lot of things that are haunting Holmes, and maybe even to make a meta commentary on the story (or that's just me overinterpreting things as usual).

He's clearly HIGH. He's running. He's approaching a grave, death. Then he's not. Cut to the swirling water. Holmes has been dead before, perished at the Reichenbach Falls. He was dead because he was dead in Watson's writing. It has been implied heavily before in the episode that he was sick and thinking about death. Watson has warned him, and if he continues like this, he might as well be running into his own death for real.

Take a closer look through the magnifying glass. Holmes. This is a self-examination. Still the swirling water. Holmes's younger self. No. Moriarty rushing up to him. (There have been remarks on the similarity between the two.) Then ... I don't know. Hell. Horror. Water. Blood on his face, from his eyes. Seeing and observing is Holmes's way to perceive the world, to make sense of it, so if he's losing his eyes, he's losing his mind. A shot-reverse-shot like montage of Holmes leaning against the tomb, and a distorted memory of Moriarty's face. He's falling and he can't get out of his head and he's losing control and he's falling and falling -

And then ... John.

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 15

Author's note: You do not want to miss the two chapters going up next week 👀

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"Good night, princess. My prince" Rowena's maid said as she left their room.

"I am so tired" Rúben sighed, stretching before getting into bed. 

"Of course you are" Rowena whispered to herself.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Yes" she said, getting up from her dressing table.

"Hey!" Rúben complained as a pillow hit him. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing" she said, throwing another pillow to the bed.

"Are you asking for a fight?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

"No" she replied, throwing two more pillows.

"Then what are you doing? Why do you need so many pillows?"

"Because I'm building a wall."

"Again?" Rúben chuckled.

"Yes, again" Rowena said while putting the pillows in place.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"Rowena…"

"That's my name."

"What happened? Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to. Good night, husband" she said, giving her back to him and closing her eyes. But not because she was sleepy. It was to stop her from crying. Again. It was everything she had done since she had heard the servants talk, since she had found out about Iris. 

"Are you alright? You didn't seem yourself at lunch, and at dinner you barely said a word. Rowena…"

"Don't touch me!" she spatted when she felt his hand on her arm.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing! I just want to sleep in peace. Is that possible?"

"I… Yes, of course" Rúben said, the confusion in his voice making the pain on Rowena's chest grow a bit more. But he deserved it. He had been lying to her, playing with her feelings. And she had been a fool, falling for it all. For his small gestures, for his nice words, for his smiles. But not anymore. Not anymore.

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"Excuse me, my prince."

"What is it?" Rúben asked as he took off his boots. 

News of the enemy moving closer to their borders had reached the palace that morning, and he had spent the whole day with the new soldiers, making sure they were ready. Every muscle on his body ached and he couldn't wait to get into a warm bath, to just relax and not worry about anything. Though he knew that would not be happening. He would start thinking about Rowena.

The training had kept his mind busy and he hadn't had time to think about her, about whatever was going on with her. In just a few hours, she had gone from being all smiles and blushed cheeks around him, to not wanting him to touch her, to building a literal wall between them. And he still didn't know why.

"It's the princess."

"What about her?"

"I can't find her."

"You what?" Rúben said, getting up from his chair and almost tripping with his boots. "What do you mean you can't find her? We just had dinner together."

"And then she said she was going out to the gardens because her head hurt and needed some fresh hair, and we haven't seen her again."

"Have you sent someone to the gardens? Have you made sure she isn't there?"

"Yes, my prince" the maid said. "I asked some servants to help me look for her, and nothing."

"What about the stables?"

"Nothing either. We've looked everywhere and we haven't been able to find her. It's like she is…"

"Gone" Rúben whispered, sitting down again. Could she… Could she have run away again? Could that be the reason why she had been acting so weird?

"My prince, what should we do?" the maid asked. "Should we alert someone? I worry something bad may have happened to her."

"We…"

"Sorry to interrupt, my prince" a servant said after knocking on the door. "But there is someone waiting for you in the kitchens."

"For me?"

"Yes. He says it is important, that it is about the princess."

"Rowena" Rúben said, putting on his boots as fast as he could and leaving his room.

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"Bruno?" Rúben said with a confused look when he walked into the kitchens.

"My prince" the young boy replied, bowing his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"Iris sent me, my prince."

"Iris?" he asked. Why would she had sent Bruno all the way to the summer palace and at night? He was a clever boy, but it was dangerous. 

"Yes, my prince. She is with her."

"Who is?"

"The princess. Lady Rowena. She is with Iris."

"She is…" And that was when realization hit him. Rowena knew. She had somehow found out about Iris, and that was why she had been acting so weird. But why had she gone to see her? What was she planning? Could she… No. Rowena would never hurt anyone. She only attacked to defend herself. Though what if she felt attacked by Iris? What if she saw her as an enemy? As a threat? No. She wasn't the jealous type either. And that would mean that she felt something for him. He had noticed things here and there that made him believe that it was the case, but he wasn't sure anymore. "Did you bring a horse?"

"Yes, my prince."

"Good. Then meet me outside the south wall. Let's go find my wife before she does something she may regret."

[undeadfillum]

Lead goose was keeeeen

Portra 400

Olympus trip 35

Granada, Spain

[northeasternwind]

Considering writing a short Frogwares Games/Canon (or more likely Granada since then I don't have to deal with Watson's marriage I'M SORRY MARY I JUST LIKE SIMPLICITY) crossover isekai thing where the wave at the end of The Awakened dumps frogwares!boys into a parallel dimension and now Canon Holmes and Watson have to sit here and watch going oh god. We're fathers now

Canon!Holmes: I think a trip to the Diogenes is in order here

Frogwares!Holmes: a trip to the what

Canon!Holmes: WHAT DO YOU MEAN A TRIP TO THE WHAT oh god it's worse than I thought

Poor Sherlock and Watson get to deal with their Cthulhu trauma by obtaining two middle-aged fathers. For literally zero reason I love the fanon that Holmes's father is the one who taught him to box, so he learns that Frogwares!Holmes can't box, immediately deduces half his tragic backstory, goes oh my god you poor child and then realizes holy shit I have an intellectual equal and I can teach him boxing.

Frogwares!Holmes is traumatized but maybe beating up his "older brother" will help. LMFAO.

My idea here is to posit that the fanon "eldest brother Sherrinford" does exist but died stillborn in Frogwares verse, causing the Holmes couple to wait a little longer between babies and making them more demonstrably affectionate toward the sons they did have. Canon Mycroft is as chill as he is because his parents were SUPER detached and he wasn't expected to inherit the estate, so Canon Holmes learns that Frogwares!Sherrinford and the Diogenes club don't exist and puts it all together like HEAD IN HANDS

(Meanwhile canon Watson can say FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T GIVE HIM ANY DRUGS HE DOESN'T CONSENT TO, IT'S HARD ENOUGH KEEPING HIM AWAY FROM THE ONES HE DOES even though I suspect Frogwares!Holmes has a rather different relation with medicine in general OOP)

I haven't even STARTED on Jon yet, lordt