#my-dearest-holmes-boys

[sygneth]

just a bunch of doodles from the past weeks

figuring out how to draw them again

[sweetshire]

So, @silv-paru sent Sherlock Holmes for the character opinion bingo. thanks a bunch for this (and for your patience. my god, i’m answering this a week late. typical me behaviour). you’re a darling :D

Did you know, i used to tell these stories to my friends? they delighted in them AND i got a chance to sort of ramble on and on abt him and watson. it was a win-win, really. ah, those were the days! now i haven’t reblogged much of him this month at all. i miss him. I MISS HIM.

Onto the bingo: well. he’s The quintessence of gender™ to me. and i relate to him so so much. fav character of all time fr. i want to carry him in my pocket at all times & study him. like. do i want to BE him OR am i IN LOVE with him, ykwim? pssh who knows? certainly not me. uh-huh ‘a beast unleashed’ -does this refer to me or him? you choose. oh re: canon, i’m ignoring the part where holmes dies (or y’know, is dead for 3 years). that’s too angsty.

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-10-28

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ A 'Cold' Case by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[Dealing with] Sherlock could be... difficult, [and you] were about to learn just how [difficult he could be] when he comes down with an illness."

✑ A Queen for a Mindpalace [Victorian!Sherlock]￨by strangelockd • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "You and Sherlock have a past, but before you attempt to move on. You stop by to make amends, only for a realization to take place. The question remains, will you stay or go?"

✑ A Wedding Dance by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: After walking in on the boys rehearsing Watson's wedding dance your eager to tease them. However, your excitement quickly turns into regret when Sherlock unexpectedly asks you to dance.

✑ Admit It by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock believes that lingerie is pointless; you decide to prove him wrong, no matter the costs.

✑ An Unconventional Love Story [Victorian!Sherlock]￨by imagines--galore • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Ever since you had met Sherlock at a Ball your parents had been hosting, you had been intrigued. He had no invitation, but had been able to fool all the guests into making them believe he was invited. Even your parents. You, however, had been suspicious and had trailed after him every step of the way…"

✑ Awkwardness and Revelations by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "After working at Scotland Yard with your father, you met the world's only consulting detective. When feelings start to blossom between you and Sherlock, how will your dad find out about your romance with the clever detective?"

✑ Ballroom Blitz by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "John and Mary suspect a spark between [you and Sherlock]… they just can't… [prove] it."

✑ Bar Fight by bitternessismyname • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[After finishing a case,] you, Sherlock, John, and Mycroft go to a bar [where] a man puts his hands on you. Sherlock doesn't take it lightly."

✑ Beg for Forgiveness by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Your fiancé, the great Sherlock Holmes, comes back from the dead — just when you were ready to move on. Can you forgive him?"

✑ Brother Dearest by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you..."

✑ Date at a Crime Scene￨Prt. II by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Half impressed and half irritated, Sherlock glared at John. The two hadn't had a new case in weeks so when John told Sherlock that he had found some new clients, Sherlock jumped at the chance. Now he found himself on a date!"

✑ Dear Jealousy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔M᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When [you] reconnects with a former lover on a case, Sherlock is overwhelmed with jealousy. [However,] by doubting [your] relationship, he might just be the one who destroys it..."

✑ Different by stark-hero • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk."

✑ Drunk Comfort by imagines--galore • 〔F〕 •

Summary: …

✑ Drunken Love by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •

Summary: After you had an argument with your flatmate, Sherlock, you end up in a pub, drinking your sorrow and anger away. But when Sherlock found you, things started to get amusing. Did you confess your feelings while being in your drunken state?

✑ His Love for Her by imagines--galore • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Excerpt: "You had had your heart broken one too meany times in the past. The most recent heartbreak had occurred in the form of your almost fiancée disappearing off the face of the Earth..."

✑ Hold It Together by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 •

Summary: "..."

✑ Innocent by futureplayboibunnie • 18+ •

Summary: "..."

✑ Iridescent: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock's compositions are straight from his heart, a depiction of his most secret thoughts. What will you discover when he dedicates a song to you?

✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."

✑ Jealousy by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔A᜶E〕 •

Summary: "You don't want to get caught up in a friends with benefits situation with Sherlock so you attempt to go on a date. Key word attempt."

✑ London Eye, the by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You've] a problem; [you're] in love with Sherlock Holmes [and] decided to bury her feelings, but we all know that nothing gets past the consulting detective and his deductions. [However,] could he be hiding something himself?"

✑ Master Mind by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Truly a mastermind, Sherlock outsmarts himself and you; at least he thinks so. How will he ask you out, though?"

✑ Meet the Parents by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Whilst visiting 221B, you finally get… to meet Sherlock's parents. Embarrassment ensues."

✑ Mine by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock has no issue with you accompanying him and John to crime scenes; however, he has a massive problem with seemingly every officer slobbering all over his girl.

✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: While on a case, Sherlock stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues.

✑ Romantic Stupidity by ladyalicesbookstore �� 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Summary: When Sherlock and [you have] to share a... bed in... Baskerville, will [your] friendship get sprinkled with… romance? Or are [you] both blind enough to not notice the signs of love?"

✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."

✑ Sentiment by stark-hero • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock says something he regrets... can you forgive him for it?"

✑ Sincerity by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes realizes you are feeling insecure — how does he remedy it?"

✑ Spiraling by stupidthoughtsinwriting • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street."

✑ Weak by futureplayboibunnie • 18+ •

Summary: "..."

✑ A Bit More than Friends by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

✑ Adorable Otters by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Always on My Mind by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Babysitter by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Bedside Manner by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Bet, the by poppyisnotaflower • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Brother? by way2geeky • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Comfort by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Confessions by worldofheroes • 〔F〕 •

✑ Desperation Calls by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Drunken Confessions by sherlocks-blanket • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ First Time by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Fixation by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

✑ Forever Yours by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good to You by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Hair Pulling by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ His Remedy by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Love You by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ I Took Care of It by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Keeping Track by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Love Notes by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Mind Palaces by way2geeky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Miss You by sherlocks-blanket • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ More Important by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Type by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 •

✑ Pancakes by aephereal • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Pregnancy Hormones by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sherlock by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stuck with Me by specialagentlokitty • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Thursday Thrill by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Trying to Tie a Tie by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sex w/ Sherlock… by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sherlock Being Affection… by fandom-puff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

When Words Aren’t Enough

“There are no such things as stupid questions, only stupid answers,” Sherlock tells Rosie.

“Since when?” John wants to know. “That’s not what you usually say.”

“Well, I obviously meant from our daughter, John. Do keep up!”

The great detective winks at nine-year-old Rosie Watson-Holmes, who’s seated by the kitchen table at Sherlock’s parents.

“Ok. Names and flowers,” the little girl starts. “I have a flower name, just like Granny and my teacher, Lily. I know that boys also can have them, but that’s not common, right? Why?”

She looks expectantly at her Papa, who ponders the questions. Sherlock takes everything Rosie says seriously, and John is still astonished by how patient he is with her.

“That is correct, bumble. It probably has to do with something absurd, like that a flower related name isn’t masculine enough. And most of such names are more related to plants, herbs, and trees than actual flowers. The infamous Narcissus is the only one with a flower name that springs to mind at the moment.”

“I have another question related to flowers too,” Rosie says, having evidently binned the thought of male and female names for now.

“Let’s hear it,” Sherlock coaxes when his parents enter the kitchen from different directions.

Sherlock’s mother comes through the door from the living room, while Sherlock’s father enters from the garden. The latter is cradling a bouquet of violets in his hand, which he hands over to his wife. Violet Holmes looks at her husband with starry eyes and kisses him briefly on the lips.

“Thank you, my love,” she whispers and turns to find a vase to arrange the flowers.

Walter just turns and walks towards the garden door again, and is gone the next second. Before Violet places the vase on the table, she buries her nose in the flowers and inhales deeply.

“He still does that,” Sherlock murmurs, sounding a bit bewildered.

Violet hums in agreement.

“You know he’s not as good with words as you and me, Sherlock. So, when words aren’t enough, or fail him, this is his way of communicating his feelings. It’s quite wonderful,” she says dreamily and starts to make tea.

“That was what I wanted to ask about,” Rosie whispers.

She seems a bit taken aback by the loving encounter. Not that she’s unused to affection between adults. It’s been years since Sherlock and John were embarrassed to kiss in front of Rosie, but her grandparents doing the same thing, seems to have put her off kilter.

“What was?” John prompts when Rosie isn’t forthcoming with her question.

“Oh…um…flowers. I mean, there’s something called the language of flowers, yes?”

“Indeed!” Sherlock beams. “Let’s investigate that. It might come in handy in my work as well.

John shakes his head when the two curly heads lean over John’s laptop to read about roses, violets, daisies, tulips, gardenias, carnations, and zinnias.

***

Some weeks later, John comes home from work and finds an absurdly grand bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. Rosie and Sherlock are in the park, so John has the flat to himself for a while. He looks for a card and finds one stuck between two green carnations.

My dearest, John

Words can’t describe what I feel for you, so I have turned to nature for guidance. A thousand kisses if you can decipher the meaning behind every flower.

Yours forever. Sherlock

The card quivers minutely in John’s hand and his eyes fill with tears. He indulges in the sentimentality that fills his body for a few minutes before he hastily retrieves his laptop from the coffee table. There’s no way of knowing how long it’ll be before Sherlock and Rosie return, and John is rather keen on getting the promised number of kisses from his husband.

It doesn’t take as long as he thought to gather the evidence and what John finds make his heart ache with longing and love for the remarkable man that has chosen him as a life companion.

He doesn’t even have to check what the green carnations mean. They are a symbol of homosexuality, closely associated with Oscar Wilde.

Then there are:

Honeysuckle – Bonds of love

Yellow lily – Happy

Myrtle – Love in a marriage

Sunflower(dwarf) – Adoration

Red tulip – Passion

Daisy – Loyal love

White camelia – You’re adorable

Red rose – I love you

Blue salvia – I think of you

Violet – Faithfulness

To John’s glee, Rosie stops at Mrs Hudson when they come home, and John gets to enjoy his prize, willingly delivered by his soppy romantic of a husband.

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[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXVI

TIK TOK..TIK TOK..

William looked up towards the clock on his university office wall, putting his pen down. 

'It's about time..' he thought to himself. Standing up from his seat as he opened his door 'I wonder how they're doing.' 

As he walked through the quiet corridors, he noticed a figure passing by at a corner he was a few steps away from turning. Peering past the wall, he noticed the back of a woman, (hair length), (hair colour) hair visible from behind. 

A smile crept onto William's face upon seeing none other that his wife, walking to the same lecture hall he was to enter. A childish idea came to mind. William walked faster, sneaking up on (Name) whilst concealing his footsteps, a trick he had once learnt from none other than Instructor Jack.  He approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulder. 

"Ah!" (Name) pushed him away, turning around to see William who had been shoved against the wall, trying to hold back his laughter. "William! You-" 

"Did I frighten you, love?" He asked between chuckles. (Name) furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. 

"N-No..of course I could tell it was you.." she lied, gaze averted. "But if I was unaware, you could've given me a heart attack...don't do that again." 

"My apologies dearest," William laughed, standing up straight and walking beside (Name) "You're 'completely not frightened' reaction was just too much to resist." 

She shoved his shoulder, somewhat playfully "I'll get you back, I promise." She insisted before asking "Are you going to the exam hall?" 

"Indeed I am," he nodded "I assume you are too." 

"As a mathematics professor, it would only be appropriate." She said as they approached the hall in question. "I looked over the paper whilst I had the chance, you really have no mercy, do you?" 

"I wouldn't expect talks of mercy coming from you," William said, opening the door to the silent lecture hall 

"What is it that your implying?" She raised a brow, her tone much quieter. William simply smiled, bringing her to the front of the hall as the sound of pen to paper sped up, seconds before the end of the exam. 

The sleeping invigilator suddenly awoke in time, standing up as he spoke "Times up." 

"It's over for me.."

"I think I failed as well.."

"Thank you for watching over this exam, Mr Rambo," William thanked. 

"It's no problem," The grey haired man said "I'm retired anyways." 

As a majority of the students flooded out of the exam hall, a small group of boys approached (Name) and William. "Professor Moriarty, Professor (Last Name), there's no way anyone in the maths department could ace that exam!" 

"Especially the last proof..isn't it on that topic you're studying now..?" A black haired boy with spectacles added 

"Even you couldn't solve it?" A freckled boy whispered in surprise. 

"Yeah.." he pushed up his glasses "The last problem was the only one I couldn't wrap my head around." 

"I did tell Professor Moriarty to go easy on you all," (Name) said, giving William an 'I told you so' look. "Still, I'm sure you'll all do fine...and even if you don't, you can use this as a learning opportunity." 

Once all the students had left, William put the papers away in an envelope while (Name) sat on his desk, looking over the mark-scheme with narrowed eyes. Within the quiet hall, footsteps echoed. (Name) turned her attention away, as did William. The figures face was practically invisible with the bright sunlight radiating for the windows, but once he spoke, it was clear who he was. 

"Professors~" He sang, holding his crumpled exam paper "Did I pass your test?"  

"Sherlock?" "Mr Holmes?"

"Yo!" he grinned approaching the couple "Can't believe you two are both teaching in university at your age!" 

"I can't believe this, you really took the exam amongst the other students?" (Name) asked, fighting back a smile while William scanned the detective, much less amused "I'd have thought we'd spot you, but I suppose not." 

"Here!" Sherlock handed her the exam "please mark this for me." 

"Why are you in Durham..?" William asked with a raised brow

"I wanted to see a Moriarty maths lecture at least once," Sherlock explained, hands in pockets. "So I did some looking, and came to the lecture hall, but there was an exam being taken...and I remember a promise for dinner after the train incident, didn't you?" 

William turned around, a smile creeping onto his face "I didn't recall saying we'd go.."

"Don't be mean, William." (Name) gave him a playful nudge. 

"Yeah," The detective parroted "Don't be mean, William. It's the reason I came all the way to Durham in the first place. Theres so much I want to talk about." 

"How interesting." William said, pushing open the door, taking his wife's hand in his. "However I have another lecture scheduled for second period, and I'm sure (Name) is busy too.." 

"..and we were planning to mark these exams during lunch break," (name) added, trying to find some sort of solution. "is it okay if we talk during that time?" She asked the two as they walked through the halls.

"Ah, that's fine with me," Sherlock said, William nodding with him. "Can I sit in for your next lecture?" 

The blond nodded hesitantly "I don't mind, I suppose..(Name) will be there too." He added. "Well then, we're going to drop off the exams and grab the materials for the next lecture." 

Sherlock grinned enthusiastically "Okay!" 

"The lecture was boring, wasn't it..?" William asked Sherlock, who was sat opposite him. 

He laughed in response "Ha! No comment!" 

"You've certainly had better lectures.." (Name) added, a smug smile on her lips "my favourite forever remains that one lecture when one student insisted he could find the end to pi." 

"I could say the same to you," The blond retorted. 

She placed a gloved hand to her chest in faux offence "My lectures have never been boring, they've always as been engaging and arguably entertaining for the students." 

"I beg to differ," William smirked, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him "But I'll let you have the final word for once." 

(Name) rolled her eyes, landing her gaze on Sherlock, who was observing silently "By the way, Sherlock, what brings you all the way to Durham. It is quite the journey from London, we of all people would know."

"You should know by now," He said "It's about the Lord Of Crime." 

"Was there any progress with the case?" William asked. Sometimes (Name) wondered how he could feign innocence so easily, even when Sherlock seemed to be seeing through both of them like glass. 

"Yeah.." Sherlock put a cigarette between his lips, lighting the match. "Actually, I've finally got a clear look at what his profile is like, his accomplice seems slightly more challenging to unpack." 

(Name) felt a little smug at that, although she wondered why William had the moniker of 'The Lord Of Crime' but she was merely his accomplice. 

"What do you mean?" The professor prodded. 

"In the streets, the Lord of Crime is being treated as if he were a criminal. 'It's just the citizens wishes' or 'it's just a rumour'." Sherlock explained "Nobody believes that he actually exists..or that he's actually a criminal at all..But, I have a different theory." 

He continued, exhaling smoke "The Lord of crime definitely exists, and my theory is that the Lord of crime is..a noble criminal!" 

"A noble criminal?" (Name) repeated. Frankly, she just thought Sherlock was being dramatic, rather than feeling threatened by his accusations. 

"There's no doubt about it," He affirmed 

"So, Mr Holmes, You're convinced that the Lord of crime is a noble criminal, but what are you going to do about it?" William asked, writing on one of the exam papers. "If..If the Lord of Crime is a noble criminal on one hand, his work can be considered useful to the general public, and you have the option of overlooking it." 

'Is he really defending the Lord Of Crime right now..? Does he not have any sense?' 

"On the other hand, there is the option of condemning the Lord of Crime for carrying out criminal acts without reason," He argued "Which one is the better option, Mr Holmes?" 

Holmes sighed "Even if those killed by the Lord Of Crime had a reason to be killed, as good as a reason it might be, that doesn't mean that it's okay to kill people, for certain! The logical consequences of that is that it means no matter what his purpose is, he is still guilty. I will catch and condemn him, He will take responsibility for his crimes." 

"Yes, as you should," (Name) had to hold back the urge to pull William away and ask him to stop being so foolish "Guilty people should be held accountable for their actions, whether they're a noble criminal or not."

Sherlock was silent for a moment before leaning back in his seat "Ah..to be completely honest, I was a little lost before I came here..I'm glad I could talk to you two." 

"The feeling is mutual," (Name) smiled 

"Well," Sherlock took another drag of his cigarette "If I can't catch him and uncover this mystery, I don't mind giving up this life at all." 

"Indeed," William agreed "If you're prepared to go that far, I'm sure you'll do just fine." 

BONG BONG BONG BONG 

"That's the warning bell," (Name) noted, placing an exam paper in the pile "Looks like lunch break is almost over." 

Whilst her husband marked the papers in front of him, he paused, rereading the numbers on the parchment. He slid the paper to (Name) for confirmation "was there such a way to solve this problem..?" He asked as she looked at the answer too 

"The mark scheme seems to be slightly different but the answer is correct." She pointed out, looking back and forth between papers, sitting through her own pile to look for a similar answer. "It's not like they somehow managed to cheat.." 

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, confused as to what they were talking about. "You both froze up for a second." 

"It seems something unusual has occurred." William explained 

"What is it?" Sherlock inquired 

"Well.." William started "An examinee with a perfect score of 100 seems to have appeared." 

"What..?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow "but some people get perfect scores on exams all the time." 

(Name) shook her head "the odds of that are very low, especially for this particular paper. Most of the mathematics students couldn't even get half the marks on this particular question, it was that difficult, therefore it was more of a matter of figuring out how to approach the problem." 

"This examinee has proven that, haven't they?" The blond professor added 

"Well who was it?" Sherlock asked 

"You see," William said, putting down the paper "They forgot to put their name on the exam. Neither of us have seen this handwriting before, either." 

"It seems we have another suspicious individual." (Name) peered closer at the exam paper, analysing every detail. 

"A mysterious student who got a near impossible perfect score..! How interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed with a grin 

"By the way, Mr Holmes," William held up a paper, covered in crosses "You got zero points." 

Sherlock was silent, likely embarrassed whilst (Name) stifled a chuckle. 

"Anyways, both (Name) and I have lectures this afternoon. Would you please fin the owner of the exam paper if you have time?" William asked, standing up and taking his wife's hand in his whilst his other hand carried the exam papers they were marking. 

"Only because you asked, Liam." Sherlock smiled "Consider it repayments for helping me earlier." 

"I see you've found him," (Name) observed as Sherlock brought a young boy before them. She recognised him as the boy from Durham printing..Bill, that was his name. 

"Finding him was easy." Sherlock stated, arms folded as he leaned against a bookshelf. "The question now is why Bill, someone who isn't a student at university, took the exam."

"S-Sorry.." Bill stuttered, bowing his head in shame.

"Bill, your solution was very elegant," William complimented "Are you self taught?"

“Yes,” Bill removed his hat, holding it to his chest as he averted his gaze with flushed cheeks “I studied by reading your books and papers…in the library without permission between deliveries. In particular, your paper on the binomial theorem was very interesting…I read it over and over again because of its dynamic solution. So..um..I’m sorry..” 

He continued to look away, expecting the worst whilst everyone remained silent, until William eventually spoke up. “I’m surprised..” 

“It’s clear that bill has a talent for Maths.” Sherlock chimes in “It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, if you have talent, you’ve got to make the most of it.” He turned to William and (Name). “Does this university have a transfer system?”

Bill turned to the detective in surprise “..wa—wait a minute..!” 

“Is everything alright, Bill?” (Name) asked as he stared at his feet, clearly nervous. 

“I-it’s fine..you don’t have to..really..” He said, his voice shaky. “I apologise for the exam, and for my behaviour, so please leave me alone..! I-I’m not a child of a noble or the gentry like the students here..I’m just a normal working class person! I know my future..the printer’s son has no choice but to take over the printer’s shop…Even if I wanted to learn mathematics..it doesn’t matter what I want..it’s never going to happen! It’s already been decided.” 

Despite obvious differences, (Name) couldn’t help but feel empathy towards the boy. His now verbal stream of consciousness was undeniably familiar to her. No amount of determination could take away the feeling of not belonging, regardless of how people act towards you. In a society ruled by one class of the elite, what we want does not matter when placed against the traditional way of things. 

And yet, here (Name) was, against all the odds. 

“Nothing is written in stone,” She reassured  in a hushed tone, speaking up as she continued “you mustn’t deny what you so desperately desire. Those beliefs are creating a class system within your heart…William?” She turned to her husband. 

“Bill, the last proof of the problem you solved..it was one of the questions I had been working on, which is an extension of my own research into the application of algebra into physics,” He said “You said that you only studied with library books and existing papers. That problem could never be solved using those materials. In other words, the problem can only be solved by someone on the same level as me..” 

This little speech was very typical of William, (Name) thought. He had this strange habit of allowing those most ignored and alone in society to feel seen, and she of all people knew that from experience. 

Later, William and (Name) has escorted Sherlock to the Durham train station, ready to take a train back to London. 

“I’m relieved,” Sherlock said as he bought his ticket. “Thanks to you, Liam, the dean had to approve of Bill’s transfer, and (nickname)’s sponsorship of him means he’ll be able to pursue his passion of learning Maths.” 

“Well, it was the least I could do. I’m already sponsoring a few students anyways, one more couldn’t hurt,” (Name) smiled 

“Your nasty bargaining technique was helpful too,” William hummed with a smirk 

“You..!” 

“It’s natural that Bill had came up with such an idea, considering the state of our country.” He added “It’s not unrealistic to assume that there are more talented individuals like him who are buried because of their social status.” 

“That’s quite the depressing thought, actually,” (Name) murmured, folding her arms. “Perhaps I could open a charity to provide education for these individuals..” 

Sherlock nodded in agreement “You’re right, Liam. The world must be filled with the graves of mozarts who never got a shot at developing their talents.” 

“The train to London will be departing soon!” 

“This is my cue to leave,” Sherlock smiled as he walked down the platform “Sorry for leaving so soon.”

“Haha, it’s no problem,” William chuckled “Thank you for finding me a research partner.” 

“I thought I was your research partner,” (name) raised a brow with irritation. 

“I can have multiple research partners, dear,” He reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder while (Name) rolled her eyes. The blond called out to the detective as he entered the train. “Mr Holmes, I fully agree with your idea that if you have a talent, it’s your duty to make use of it. It’s a necessary mindset for the future of Britain…and you said earlier that you were willing to lose your life if it meant the Lord of Crime was arrested, but you should make sure to return alive after defeating the Lord Of Crime, Sherl-“

HONK 

Sherlock’s mouth was agape, causing him to drop the cigarette between his lips. “Did you call me Sherlock?!” 

“Hm? What was that, Mr Holmes?” William smiled innocently. 

“Ha!” Sherlock laughed. “See you in London, Professors!” 

“Farewell, Sherlock!” (Name) waved “We’ll meet again soon!” 

“Yes, we with pleasure!” William said, putting his top hat back on “We’ll definitely meet again, Sherlock!” 

A/N: first false lovers chapter is once January?! 😨 anyways enjoy the non-angst chapter. You’re not gonna get any of those anymore. After the tea party chapter, it’s gonna be constant tears. Can’t wait 😜. Also wondering if I should make a Star Warss fanfic or nah. Anyways uhhh see you in a few months because I’m inconsistent asf

[miniherodesktales]

The Red Carbuncle

[Note: This is me playing around with the idea of a Holmes/Dwarf crossover. The boys are playing The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle in a TVI.]

Peterson: I'm relying on you, Mr Holmes, to return this hat back to its rightful owner. It would make a lovely Christmas surprise. Good evening.

Lister: Yeah, see you, man.

Rimmer: Is that it? We just have to return a hat? Not very exciting, is it?

Kryten: I think you're underestimating the difficulty of the challenge, sir. We've been tasked with finding the owner of a battered old felt in a city with millions of people in just 24 hours. Where do we start?

Cat: How about posting a photo on Facebook?

Rimmer: Don't an idiot. We don't have a camera.

Lister: Look, we're in a Sherlock Holmes game, right? We have to use deductive reasoning. Now, what can we tell about the owner just by looking at this hat?

[They all stare at the hat.]

Rimmer: Well, don't be ashamed of getting the ball rolling for us, Listy. You wanted to be Holmes...even though I'm the one H on his forehead...

Lister: Oh, no, after you, Doctor, my dearest, sweetest fellow.

Kryten: Let's not squabble. This is supposed to be fun. Maybe if we start small. With the very obvious.

Cat: I've got it! The owner of this hat....had or still has....a head.

Lister: Good! That narrows it down.

Rimmer: It's big so they must be an adult.

Lister: Brilliant! Keep going. Kryten?

Kryten: It needs a darn good cleaning.

Lister: Yes! ....And?

Rimmer: You haven't contributed anything yet.

Lister: Uh, uh, uh, -

Rimmer: Look at that - he's thinking! Brace yourselves, gentlemen, there's a big thought coming.

Lister: Uh, uh, uh -

Rimmer: Yes? Yes?

Lister: It's a man's hat so the chances are we're looking for a man! But we can't be 100% sure because some women have big heads or just like wearing big, sweaty, dusty old hats.

Rimmer: Yes! Fantastic! Well done, everybody, in just ten minutes and five strokes later we've successfully narrowed down the suspects to just half the population of London...with just 90% certainty. Take 5. We'll be out of here in time for the Doctor Who Christmas Special.

Cat: Put a holographic sock in it, Dr Lamo. I know fashion. I know hats. Let me take a look without any interruptions.

Rimmer: This is going to be good.

[joanquill]

The Moriarty bros plus Sherlock with valentines prompt number 1??? Like the boys writing a letter to the reader confessing their love for them?

Thanks!

Writing a love letter, song, or poem

Moriarty Brothers and Sherlock Holmes

"Huh?" you raised a brow as you saw four assorted letters with a different flower on your doorstep.

The first one was an emerald green with a thornless rose tied to it. The second was scarlet red and a lily, the third was a royal purple with a daffodil, and the last was ocean blue with an iris.

You furrowed your brows as you inspected them.

"The Moriartys and Sherlock?" you muttered, "To (Y/N) (L/N)" in familiar handwriting on the back.

You rushed to your study room and looked for a letter knife, nervous to see why the four men sent a letter.

'Did something happen?' you thought as you carefully opened Albert's letter.

Dearest (Y/N), I apologize for resorting to writing my affections on paper. Still, I could never find the right words to say whenever I met your eyes. You are one of the reasons why the world seemed brighter and more vibrant than before. Whether we're dancing the night away or enjoying a quiet afternoon inside, I wish to enjoy this life I have with you by my side. Truly yours, Albert

"Oh, my God..." you muttered as you covered your face, feeling it heat up.

"I thought someone was dying..." you grumbled, embarrassed for being anxious.

You took a deep breath as you calmed down, opening William's letter next.

Dear (Y/N), As much as I detest not telling you in person, I fear that seeing you will make me change my mind about the future. While I did not plan for us to meet, I do not regret keeping you in my life. Every instance we met or times our paths were crossed, it was all in my design. And I will continue to choose you if you let me. Love, William

You rested your head on the table, steam practically pouring out of your ears.

"Are they all...?" you questioned as you opened Louis' next, seeing the paper was written over several times.

To (Y/N), I hope this letter finds you in good health. While I do not think much of the things I do, only as my mundane routine. But you always made it delightful, even making me look forward to each one. I may not be able to take you to balls or lavish parties, but I will dance with you in the kitchen whenever you take my hand. From, Louis

You gulped as you processed what you read, unsure if it was all really happening as you opened Sherlock's.

(N/N), I'm unsure how to say this, but John suggested I write to you. I don't understand it, but you've been in my mind for some time now. No matter what I do, your image haunts me with no end. When you're here, I will look for you and grasp whatever time I can have. When you're gone, I still yearn for your presence. It irks me how I don't know the answer, but I hope you do. -Sherlock

"Are you serious...?" you muttered, staring at the letters on your desk, processing what you've just read.

Lost in your thoughts, you jumped as your doorbell rang.

You hurried downstairs as you looked through the peephole, seeing Albert, William, Louis, and Sherlock with their flowers in hand.

You gulped as you slid down the door, having half a mind to pretend no one was home.

'What am I going to do...?'

[girl-next-door-writes]

This bit of Mycroft is for the lovely @theweepingvulcan91

It was in this moment that you realised the depth of Mycroft Holmes true feelings for you.

Sherlock was explaining why he needed his brothers help due to your 'incompetence', blaming you entirely for the way things had gone so wrong so quickly, even though you would argue he was equally to blame for your current predicament. After a solid five minutes of Sherlock listing each and every one of your failings as a human being, you looked up and caught this look on Mycroft's face. His jaw tensed, his eyes flashing a warning towards his little brother, his grip on his umbrella a little too tight. You tuned out what Sherlock was actually saying, beginning to suspect he was trying to find the right combination of insults that would unlock whatever he was after within his brother.

That was when you realised that Sherlock had discovered a weakness in his brother he could potentially exploit, and that weakness was you.

"Enough, Sherlock." Mycroft's clipped tone rang out in the room, venom practically dripping from those two words.

This reaction caused Sherlocks face to light up with a broad smile, his hypothesis suddenly proven in his mind.

"I am sorry," Sherlock now addressed you, surprised to see you appeared upset, "I simply needed to confirm my brothers pressure point. You are... you are a trusted friend and I am sorry if my words were a little harsh."

"You're an arse, Sherlock, but I am strangely used to it." You gave him a half smile, trying not to take what he had said personally, even though it had cut quite deep.

"I shall leave the two of you to discuss how you are going to deal with this. After all, brother dearest, it will only be a matter of time before your enemies come to the same conclusion as I have. So find a way to protect your goldfish and then we can return to our case." Sherlock winked at you as he turned and strode out of the room, his coat billowing dramatically behind him.

"Have you Holmes boys always been so bloody dramatic?" You asked softly, watching him go with a shake of your head.

"I am rather afraid we have." Mycroft hummed, uncertain how to proceed.

"Well... as long as you aren't going to burst into some intricately choreographed musical number, I think we'll be okay." You smirked, trying to ease the tension a little.

"No, no musical number, but... perhaps you would join me for some tea?"

"That sounds perfectly lovely."

You had no idea what would happen between you and Mycroft, but it did feel rather nice to know that possibly the most powerful man in the country felt the need to protect you, even from his own brother.

[thefisherqueen]

Sherlock Holmes' The hound of the Baskervilles, chapter XII - Death on the moor

Let's see if I can catch up the three remaining chapters this weekend :) First note - Doyle and titles continue their fraught relationship. A bit of a spoiler, this chapter's title, did you not think so, my good sir? Anyway, let's get started! Whose death will it be?? For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world. “Holmes!” I cried—“Holmes!” “Come out,” said he, “and please be careful with the revolver.” I stooped under the rude lintel, and there he sat upon a stone outside, his gray eyes dancing with amusement as they fell upon my astonished features. Always delightful to read about Watson being thoroughly astonished by Holmes. Doyle's writing is also so good here - I can hear exactly how that voice must sound, see that sparkle in those gray eyes before me

He was thin and worn, but clear and alert, his keen face bronzed by the sun and roughened by the wind. In his tweed suit and cloth cap he looked like any other tourist upon the moor, and he had contrived, with that cat-like love of personal cleanliness which was one of his characteristics, that his chin should be as smooth and his linen as perfect as if he were in Baker Street. Cat-like Holmes :) :) Holmes' poor errand boy must beside food also been hauling back and forth a whole assortment of dirty/clean clothes, shaving kits and other toiletteries, plus a mirror. No other way Holmes could have stayed that clean in a leaky hut without electricity or plumbing upon the rainy, boggy, chilly moor. Gods he's quite a dandy, isn't he? If you seriously desire to deceive me you must change your tobacconist; for when I see the stub of a cigarette marked Bradley, Oxford Street, I know that my friend Watson is in the neighbourhood. You will see it there beside the path. Smoking is Not Stealthy! Feeling vindicated that Watson was caught that way

“I did not know who you were, but I was determined to find out.” “Excellent, Watson! And how did you localize me? You saw me, perhaps, on the night of the convict hunt, when I was so imprudent as to allow the moon to rise behind me?” I know perfectly well that Holmes here means that he shouldn't have stood between Watson and the moon, of course, but his specific phrasing still made me laugh. Like Holmes could have prevented the moon from rising by simply not allowing it xD

I thought that you were in Baker Street working out that case of blackmailing.” “That was what I wished you to think.” “Then you use me, and yet do not trust me!” I cried with some bitterness. “I think that I have deserved better at your hands, Holmes.” “My dear fellow, you have been invaluable to me in this as in many other cases, and I beg that you will forgive me if I have seemed to play a trick upon you. In truth, it was partly for your own sake that I did it, and it was my appreciation of the danger which you ran which led me to come down and examine the matter for myself. Watson's understandable frustration at not being Told Things by Holmes goes on. "I only lied to you to keep you safe" is still not an ok excuse, Holmes. Treat your Watson better! I'm really curious for interpretations about this continuing source of tension between them. Myself, I think that Holmes acts too controlling out of fear, convinced that it is his responsibility only to keep his dearest ones safe and that telling Watson things would mean to needlessly worry and endanger him. And it's only much later in canon (for example, in The illustrious client) that Holmes becomes better at also letting Watson carry a part of that responsibility. If you look at it from a Doylist standpoint, however, that tendency of Holmes to not tell Watson things serves very well to keep Watson - and thus the reader - partly ignorant

“But why keep me in the dark?” “For you to know could not have helped us, and might possibly have led to my discovery. You would have wished to tell me something, or in your kindness you would have brought me out some comfort or other, and so an unnecessary risk would be run.  Oh, Holmes. You care so much, but man, you need to let go (*having way too many feelings about this*)

Holmes took a bundle of papers from his pocket. “Here are your reports, my dear fellow, and very well thumbed, I assure you. I made excellent arrangements, and they are only delayed one day upon their way. I must compliment you exceedingly upon the zeal and the intelligence which you have shown over an extraordinarily difficult case.” I was still rather raw over the deception which had been practised upon me, but the warmth of Holmes's praise drove my anger from my mind. I felt also in my heart that he was right in what he said and that it was really best for our purpose that I should not have known that he was upon the moor. Oh my, this chapter just keeps hitting me straight in the feels. Here's another example of Watson being just as sensitive to Holmes' praise and approval as the other way around, and I also want to hug him, because that sensitivity (I believe stemming from deep insecurity) also makes him rather too forgiving of some of Holmes' faults. Disaster men, the two of them (I love them so much)

“I am giving you some information now, in return for all that you have given me. The lady who has passed here as Miss Stapleton is in reality his wife.” “Good heavens, Holmes! Are you sure of what you say? How could he have permitted Sir Henry to fall in love with her?” “Sir Henry's falling in love could do no harm to anyone except Sir Henry. He took particular care that Sir Henry did not make love to her, as you have yourself observed.” OMG. That is a marvelous (and much less disturbing) explanation for the incest-like vibes of those two

All my unspoken instincts, my vague suspicions, suddenly took shape and centred upon the naturalist. In that impassive, colourless man, with his straw hat and his butterfly-net, I seemed to see something terrible—a creature of infinite patience and craft, with a smiling face and a murderous heart. “It is he, then, who is our enemy—it is he who dogged us in London?” “So I read the riddle.” “And the warning—it must have come from her!” “Exactly.” So it really is Stapleton. I can't say I'm totally surprised - it was evident that Something was up with him - but still, well played, Doyle. You really succeeded in making that man seem harmless and adorable and at the same time too obvious to be the main villain. So, Stapleton murdered Charles Baskerville (either directly or indirectly) and is plotting something similar, I assume, for sir Henry. My joking suspicion of him hiding a huge hound who obeys him somewhere (in that mire perhaps?) might be true after all. Still wondering about his motive. It's obvious he's in need of money after that school debatacle, but how that money would get to him, I don't understand yet. I'm somewhat dissapointed that his wife seems to vaguely try to conteract her husband's plans. I have a fondness for evil couples - it's a welcome change from the often heavily aromantic-coded villain

He was once a schoolmaster in the north of England. Now, there is no one more easy to trace than a schoolmaster. There are scholastic agencies by which one may identify any man who has been in the profession. A little investigation showed me that a school had come to grief under atrocious circumstances, and that the man who had owned it—the name was different—had disappeared with his wife. The descriptions agreed. When I learned that the missing man was devoted to entomology the identification was complete. This would make a lot of sense, and I'm annoyed at myself for not thinking 'research and check this man's history'. Distracted by the adorable moth-chasing, I guess

“If this woman is in truth his wife, where does Mrs. Laura Lyons come in?” I asked. Watson asking the good questions

Your interview with the lady has cleared the situation very much. I did not know about a projected divorce between herself and her husband. In that case, regarding Stapleton as an unmarried man, she counted no doubt upon becoming his wife.” “And when she is undeceived?” “Why, then we may find the lady of service. Hell yeah, undeceive her. This really clears up a lot - also that her unknown source of support was Stapleton - and I'm so glad that despite the 'faults in her beauty' she seems innocent of the plot

Another day—two at the most—and I have my case complete, but until then guard your charge as closely as ever a fond mother watched her ailing child. Your mission to-day has justified itself, and yet I could almost wish that you had not left his side. Hark!” A terrible scream—a prolonged yell of horror and anguish—burst out of the silence of the moor. That frightful cry turned the blood to ice in my veins. Poor Watson! Everything went so well for him - a succesful investigation, being reunited with Holmes, them almost completely solving the case - and then, bam, this happens. Quick guess before I know who is dead: the convict. Perhaps he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Or else Barrymore perhaps? Don't think there are others who would risk to be out on the moor at night

Holmes had sprung to his feet, and I saw his dark, athletic outline at the door of the hut, his shoulders stooping, his head thrust forward, his face peering into the darkness. 'dark, athletic outline' Watson is unable to stop fawning over his returned Holmes even in this moment

“Where is it?” Holmes whispered; and I knew from the thrill of his voice that he, the man of iron, was shaken to the soul. “Where is it, Watson?” Holmes being terrified does things to my heart

“He has beaten us, Watson. We are too late.” “No, no, surely not!” “Fool that I was to hold my hand. And you, Watson, see what comes of abandoning your charge! But, by Heaven, if the worst has happened, we'll avenge him!” Holmes' very cold and rational reaction to tragedy: 1) blame himself 2) blame watson 3) swear revenge Maybe first find out what happened, Holmes? (it IS a very realistic and human reaction. Just amused at yet another counterexample of the Man Without Feelings)

Not a whisper, not a rustle, rose now from the dark figure over which we stooped. Holmes laid his hand upon him, and held it up again, with an exclamation of horror. The gleam of the match which he struck shone upon his clotted fingers and upon the ghastly pool which widened slowly from the crushed skull of the victim. And it shone upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint within us—the body of Sir Henry Baskerville! Oh dear. Did not expect it would be sir Henry himself. You idiot, you were not supposed to go out, especially not alone in the dark. I suppose he went in search of Watson - which is just tragic

“I am more to blame than you, Watson. In order to have my case well rounded and complete, I have thrown away the life of my client. It is the greatest blow which has befallen me in my career. But how could I know—how could l know—that he would risk his life alone upon the moor in the face of all my warnings?” Glad to see some rational thought slipping back in. There's only so much one can do - some people just refuse to be saved, I guess

“We must send for help, Holmes! We cannot carry him all the way to the Hall. Good heavens, are you mad?” He had uttered a cry and bent over the body. Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand. Could this be my stern, self-contained friend? These were hidden fires, indeed! “A beard! A beard! The man has a beard!” “A beard?” “It is not the baronet—it is—why, it is my neighbour, the convict!” Damn, Doyle is about to give me whiplash. So my first guess was correct after all - it was the convict who's dead. Maybe he was given Henry's suit by Barrymore and his wife for his flight? (still a little fucked up of Holmes to laugh but I guess it can be forgiven in these circumstances)

Then in an instant it was all clear to me. I remembered how the baronet had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe to Barrymore. Barrymore had passed it on in order to help Selden in his escape. Boots, shirt, cap—it was all Sir Henry's. Might have told us that detail earlier, Watson

“Then the clothes have been the poor devil's death,” said he. “It is clear enough that the hound has been laid on from some article of Sir Henry's—the boot which was abstracted in the hotel, in all probability—and so ran this man down. And that's another little mystery solved - that of the stolen boots. Not for the footsteps, but for the scent

“Who—who's this?” he stammered. “It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown.” Stapleton turned a ghastly face upon us, but by a supreme effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment. He looked sharply from Holmes to me. “Dear me! What a very shocking affair! How did he die?” Almost feeling bad for Stapleton here. His murder plan turned out to have murdered the wrong person, and he can't even be properly upset about it, but has to act all shocked and innocent before Holmes and Watson

By the way”—his eyes darted again from my face to Holmes's—“did you hear anything else besides a cry?” “No,” said Holmes; “did you?” “No.” “What do you mean, then?” “Oh, you know the stories that the peasants tell about a phantom hound, and so on. It is said to be heard at night upon the moor. I was wondering if there were any evidence of such a sound to-night. Cracking up at the unsubtle way here that Stapleton is trying to find out how much Holmes and Watson know Resisting Stapleton's offer of hospitality, Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall, leaving the naturalist to return alone. Looking back we saw the figure moving slowly away over the broad moor, and behind him that one black smudge on the silvered slope which showed where the man was lying who had come so horribly to his end. Am fascinated sometimes by what is considered a horrible death. I'm sure this man's last minutes must have been hell, running in terror - but at least the actually fall was a quick death, and from my point of view vastly preferable to death by hanging, which was standard death penalty at the time and place this book was written (can you tell I have a fear for choking?)

Well, this sure was a ride! I'm going to take a while to recover and then going on with the next chapter

[amypihcs]

HELLO! Awfully late cause uni, got back home late, let's start with today's story! Watson is going like you-don't-know-what-i-saw

Well, he saw MANY things, but this one beats them all

He FAINTED on OUR HEARTRUG! They looked at each other. tried VERY HARD not to laugh. spat a lung laughing without ROARING with laughter (they will roar when Watson will write the case down and comment aloud to Holmes who WON'T be able to stifle his giggles, lol). Now -giggling- let's help this poor soul

BRANDY! the universal medicine (no, watson, just... no.)

Well, looks like it half works toh

Watson: absolute exhaustion -GLARE AT HOLMES- Maybe just hunger and fatigue Holmes: -angelic face and innocent whistling as he searches the client- (Watson WILL remind Holmes of Doctor Huxtable when he refuses to eat because 'he can't afford energies to digestion')

They're both so competent at the respective jobs! They're the perfect couple! Oh he's back to himself! Good! And he starts rambling as sure as he has the gift of word again. Give that man some milk and biscuits, PLEASE!

Huxtable gets a bit more back to himself and here we start talking business

No doctor, i'm sorry. My husband partner and i are damn busy. Is your case interesting important enough for me to move from A TON OF STUFF TO DO? WAINT, KIDNAPPED CHILD??!

TALK, MAN!

Holmes: Tried to keep it secret uh? - going through his index -Very silly of him! oh god, he has half the alphabet after his name. Mr Half-Alph-Man must be pretty important, uh? Headmaster: IMPORTANT. AND. RICH.

Lol, doctor, you know, right, that Holmes despises rich clients usually? Exp for the way they act

WAIT HOW MUCH DID YOU SAY?? Watson, we could send all our irregulars to university with THAT much money! AND have even less monetary worries than now AND buy that cottage we were talking about! We go, right? -insert watson nodding- Now, TELL US THE FACTS.

Holmes' detectivey senses are tingling. And is thanking god the headmaster TRULY CARES about the boy and is not going to say half truths! Guess Holmes' domestic abuse/messy domestic life traumas senses are also tingling!

Watson drinking his husband's imagine like it's the best hot chocolate ASIDE! Holmes is VERY annoyed by the way the case has been handled! You CAN'T give me such a case! The usual herd of buffalo must have passed already! gr! most DEPLORABLE!

And in fact Holmes is cursing every god he's heard of in his travels. In italian. We're professionals of that. How the HELL do you hope to find this boy now? Does his father even CARE?

A SCENT! FINALLY! A man on a bike disappeared as well! OH DOCTOR, please.

even Watson in our early days could do better than this. Love you Watson, you are MUCH better. Try and lubricate those gears in your head, headmaster, c'mon!

MAKES MORE SENSE, UH?

Well, did he receive anything that could've prompted a flight?

Oh yeah. Father of the year already. Holmes is UNIMPRESSED. (and as daughter of split parents i can say that the sympathies of the child are usually with the parents who behaves REASONABLY in a situation.)

Going over.

Ah, you also know from 'confidential talks.' wow. We'll go as soon as i get my suitcase, you telegraph and tell NOT to say that the Liverpool line has been a total blank. My dearest and myself can still solve something.

Mrs Hudson gets them a picnic basket (i loved that scene from the granada serie. perfect.) and they get to the school.

GASP! LETTER ON THE TABLE! PSST PSST PSST.

Get that man some chamomille, please. He needs it. No need to be this anxious, doctor.

BUT OF COURSE. The duke. He doesn't look like in the pics.

So I, DOCTOR WATSON, will describe him PROPERLY. Oh and the secretary is quite pretty, uh. Yes, Holmes, i love you and you only, but you need to admit he was pretty. (Holmes gets kissed after this-)

W-what? STOP FAULTING THE ONE MAN WHO DID THE RIGHT THING!

It's almost as you wouldn't want the case to be solved, Wilder... Well, languid time for Holmes. I LIKE this case, the air is good and my handsome partner has been pestering em for country air for months. I shall UNDOUBTEDLY take this case. You decide if you help me or i fuck you up!

Poor doctor toh! Luckily the duke has still a brain somewhere there.

Holmes asks some questions and then... last one. the letter!

oh YES, god forbid HiS GrAcE had to lift his noble ass. Of COURSE you posted it, Wilder.

Let's see how this case will go!

[furaflictedhost]

Afton Family Stupidity

~Discussing Interests~

“So, this….Batman character you’re so excited about. What’s so interesting about him?”

Michael went bug eyed at his father’s question. 

“What?! He’s the world's greatest detective! Come on dad!”

Glancing up from his workbench, William raised an eyebrow.

“Last time I checked that title belongs to Sherlock Holmes.”

The longsuffering groan from his son made him smirk wryly. Taking this as a challenge, Michael began to count off the interesting aspects of his favorite hero.

“Okay, Father. He’s a detective, crime fighter, superhero, billionaire, philanthropist, genius, father, AND! He dresses like a bat to strike fear into the hearts of criminals.”

The teen folded his arms, sticking his nose in the air. 

“That’s why he’s awesome.”

“Doesn’t sound far off from what I do.”

Almost choking on air, Michael looked at his father in disbelief.

“What? No! Totally different. You prance around in a bunny costume to make kids laugh, and build robots that usually fail. He fights the most dangerous of criminals dressed like a bat because bats are scary.”

His father looked affronted.

“My machines don’t usually fail! And I do not ‘prance’, I frolic.”

Rolling his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t pop out of his head, Michael hunched over on the stool he was sitting on. 

“Suuuuure. Keep telling yourself that, dad.”

Continuing to fiddle with Foxy’s arm, William sighed.

“Besides, I’m not sure all that violent television is good for you. It gave you nightmares when you were younger.”

Sputtering with irritation, Michael threw his hands up. He stalked out of his father’s workshop, ignoring when his father called after him.

William pulled his glasses off his face to rub at the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he just did not understand that boy. Looking at the machine on the table, he contemplated the discussion, then sighed in frustration.

“Alright, William. You have pissed off your son again. What was it this time…?”

He tapped his fingers against his desk in thought, picking through the conversation piece by piece, and ultimately coming up blank. He swiftly grabbed a large piece of drafting paper and a marker, tossing them both on the floor. 

Popping the cap off the marker, William drew a circle, quickly creating a mind map. It was a mess, words and circles haphazardly thrown onto the page. Running his hands through his hair he tried to calm the stress building up in the back of his head.

“Ohkay… Let us try this again.”

“Will?” 

He looked over his shoulder from his crouched position over his mind map. His wife was standing in the doorway. 

“Dearest, first off, what are you doing?”

Motioning vaguely to the paper, William stated what he thought was obvious. 

“Mind map.”

She walked over and stood next to him, looking at the chaos that adorned the page.

“Okay…Michael said you were being unreasonable, and I wanted to ask what happened.”

Standing up, He looked down at the entire mind map. 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I was trying to figure out why he liked Batman so much, but he got irritated and stormed off.”

An understanding hum from his wife redirected his attention to her. 

“You were trying to dissect his interests again. That’s why he’s so upset.”

She put an arm around him and pulled him close so she could kiss him on the cheek.

“Maybe try just sitting down and watching some Batman with him instead of trying to pick it apart? Then you two could discuss the episode?”

William blinked a couple times. That would work far better. 

“Oh.”

She chuckled. 

“You are so clueless sometimes, I love you.”

He grinned sheepishly, and pecked her on the head, before heading up to find his son. 

Michael was in his room, blankets wrapped tightly around him like a cocoon. When he heard his father’s familiar knocking pattern, He sighed in irritation.

“What!?” 

After a minute of silence, Michael called out again.

“You can come in.”

The door slowly opened, and his father poked his head in, and then made his way over to his son. Michael was glaring at him sharply. 

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

Raising an eyebrow, Michael scrutinized his father, who was picking at his hands.

“Okay…?”

“I did not realize that my attempt to dissect your interests would irritate you. I…wanted to know more about why you enjoyed it, and your mother pointed out that was not the best approach.”

Michael nodded. That made more sense, his mom had pointed it out, otherwise he wouldn’t have heard about it again from his dad. 

“Ah.”

 William continued rather timidly.

“So perhaps…You could show me an episode? So, I can see for myself, and you will not have to explain it?”

Giving him an odd look, Michael contemplated the offer.

“Eh. Fine. Come on.”

As they settled on the couch, William was internally grateful for his wife’s wisdom. If he’d worked through it on his own, He would’ve been chewing on it for weeks. By the time he figured it out, it would not have been relevant any more.

The theme began playing, and he focussed, intent to spend the afternoon solving the mystery that was his son’s interests.

[ellie-belle014]

A Study of Holmes Heart By Dr John H Watson:

This is something I wrote for an assignment for my Creative Writing Masters that actually triggered this whole determination in me to continue developing this short story into a whole series.

In all my years recording the adventures of my dear friend Sherlock Holmes, I have very rarely diverted my attention from his intellect to his heart. For most people Holmes is a machine, an automation. I believed that the moment I met him all those years ago. However, contrary to popular belief, the more recent events of my life with my dearest friend have proven otherwise.

It is upon one of these events that I reflect today. I once claimed, in my record of The Adventure of the Three Garridebs, that the moment I was wounded was the first time I realised that Holmes’ heart was as big as his intellect. This was, for all intent and purposes, a simple embellishment of the truth. In fact, I had realised it much earlier, when Holmes directed his affection and concern to another, in a moment of weakness - and strength.

It was in late February of 1900, when our story begins. The spring weather was far from making its yearly appearance, and there was a certain chill in the air, but the warmth of the covers in my bedroom at 211B Baker Street were enough to keep any man from awakening in the ungodly hours of the morning. Yet a simple noise awakened me from what should have been a peaceful slumber: a gagging and coughing from the bathroom upstairs that forced me to spring from my bed to see what the matter was.

I ripped open my bedroom door and crossed the cold but comfortable sitting room. My feet pattered on the hard wooden floor, and it was not long before I noticed the putrid stench that filled the air which led me to the infrequent puddles of vomit spread across the floor. These continued out of the door and up the steep staircase rug, filling me with dread. I realised that Holmes’ bedroom door had been shut tight, meaning there was only one more logical victim of the misfortune laid upon the house that morning.

Now, it is here I must admit there is a further truth I have neglected to tell the world. The inevitable fortune that has arisen from writing these accounts, came at the cost of my anonymity. My own person became vastly recognised in the streets of London. So, once I had taken to myself a wife in Mary, beyond that one tale of our first meeting, I made sure to keep her inclusion to a minimum with only a passing mention. So, when our son arrived, and upon Mary’s passing soon after, I resorted to drastic measures, neglecting any mention of him and his residence at 221B all together in these tales, out of the pure desire of giving him a normal childhood.

Or as normal as I could, living with the world’s greatest detective.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I laid my eyes on the small frame of the young boy, a few days shy of six years old, retching over the toilet bowl. I could feel my expression soften with sympathy.

‘Oh Georgie’

‘It hurts!’

He wailed as he turned to face me, barely looking up from where he had been leaned over. My heart leapt in concern as I looked upon his appearance. The sweat beading from his skin, soaking his blue red and white striped two piece pyjamas and sticking his sandy coloured hair to his forehead. I crouched down to tend to the boy and was shocked to find how warm his skin felt beneath his clothing, like a piece of coal from a recently put out fire, hot to the touch. He had complained of a headache at dinner the previous evening, a fact that raised alarm in my mind.

Ensuring that the stream of sick had stopped coming, and George was alright to be moved, I scooped the boy gently into my arms, his own arms wrapping tightly around my neck. I carried him back down the staircase and back to the sitting room, yelling for our landlady as I did so.

Holmes was already awake by the time I had reached the bottom of the stairs, and Mrs Hudson was not far behind, appearing at the top of the seventeen stairs leading to the sitting room almost instantaneously.

Placing my son on the soft silk settee situated below the V.R outlined from the bullet holes my fellow lodger had shot into the red patterned wall years earlier, I turned towards my friends.

‘It seems George has become unwell; I am going to fetch my equipment. Mrs Hudson will you please telephone Dr Verner and inform him I will be needing assistance immediately.’

I looked to the landlady first, her expression one of distinct gentleness towards the boy on the settee, before I looked to address Holmes,

‘Holmes, if you would not mind watching George for a few moments.

Holmes nodded and I retreated into my room to retrieve my black leather doctor’s bag and the China bowl on the nightstand in case George began to sicken once more.

When I returned to the living room, I found Holmes crouched in front of the poor child, gently trying to figure out what was afflicting him. his hand gently resting on George’s in an attempt at comfort and asking questions to him diligently. However, despite my initial shock at Holmes gentleness, I immediately set to work, taking George’s temperature and heart-rate, even managing to get a sample of his blood for testing. I had been worried upon recalling George’s complaint of a headache and a sore throat earlier, and now being sick and having a fever... the symptoms were pointing to something I was dreading. I hoped it was not what I believed it to be and hoped another set of eyes would offer different diagnosis.

But a short while later, still in the early morning, Dr Verner, the Doctor who had bought my medical practice some years ago arrived and as we glanced down Holmes’ microscope at the blood sample, he confirmed my worst fears.

George had contracted Poliomyelitis.

The following weeks progressed in a blurry haze. With the lack of cases, and the diversion of my own attention, I was certain Holmes could have been driven to a frenzied, excitable boredom. But if he ever indulged in his seven percent solution, one of his usual remedies for the dullness, I had failed to notice.

It is to my shame that I will admit I had neglected to pay much attention to anything beyond the state of my son in those few days, the world had become a hollow, echoing chasm, with my son’s life trapped in a limbo of pain and suffering, causing him to become increasingly evanescent in the grand scheme of my life. I had resorted to trying everything possible to cure him, from the traditional medicines, like massaging the joints and a cooling cloth on the forehead, to more updated suggested cures such as applications of poultices of Roman chamomile, slippery elm, arnica, mustard, cantharis, amygdalae dulcis oil, spikenard oil and Xanthoxolinum.

But alas, nothing appeared to be working and I was fearful of the results of my effort and failure.

It was on one awful night a few weeks after George’s diagnosis when I first suspected the heart of Holmes was as great as his mind. I am not an uncourageous man; I hope that my service in Afghanistan should attest to that. But as I watched my son sleep in his small bed in our shared room, my medical equipment by his bedside, a cold cloth on his head, I could not overcome the pusillanimity that had taken hold of me.

I had blocked out all sense of time, the clock on the dresser was ticking loudly, but I did not hear it. the melody from Holmes’ violin, the clattering of beakers and the fiery noise of a Bunsen burner, were non-existent to me as I focused on my son’s wellbeing, whilst the worry clouded my every waking moment. It was only when my friend called for me that my attention was broken from wallowing in my misery.

‘Watson!’ he called ‘Watson!’

I glanced at George, watching as his chest rose and fell, a little too quickly for my liking. But I took a small comfort was that he wasn’t crying in his sleep from the pain and fever anymore.

‘Watson!’

I decided that perhaps I could see what Holmes wanted, albeit for a little while, George would hopefully sleep soundly for a while. I stood from my seat stiffly, and I entered the sitting room to find Holmes sitting at the dining table with a spread of meats, cheeses, and bread across the table.

‘Ah Watson, my good fellow,’ Holmes smiled, ‘Mrs Hudson has put together quite the spread. When was the last time you ate?’

I was taken aback. Was Holmes really asking about my health? That seemed quite impossible, perhaps I was delusional from misery? Either way, I reasoned I hadn’t eaten in a while. With Martha, George’s nursemaid, visiting family and with my concerns, I hadn’t eaten in days. And so I hesitantly obeyed my friend’s request, despite not feeling very hungry myself.

Holmes did not eat. He sat at the table watching, craning his long neck across the table with interest as I slowly ate, his grey eyes on me like a hawk, clearly ensuring I had my fair amount of sustenance.

‘I was wondering if a distraction from being unwell might benefit George, a walk in Kensington Park? Or perhaps St James’?’

‘Holmes, he is too weak’.

‘When he is well enough. I read it might do him some good’.

‘Read?’

‘Of course, what else do you think I have been doing without a case at my fingertips?’

He indicated to the large number of medical books borrowed from St Barts which I had failed to notice on the floor, and I pieced the information together. I was rather taken aback by this revelation. Holmes had not been undertaking any of his usual coping mechanisms with boredom, instead he had been attempting to find a way to save my son.

‘He may not get well enough, Holmes, you are aware of that.’ I spoke, aware of the possibility that my words would make my own fear apparent to my friend.

‘You must not entertain that notion Watson; you are doing your job as a Doctor and a father. He will be well because this place wouldn’t be the same without him. I doubt any of us could bare it’. As Holmes spoke, his expression flickered instantly between enthusiasm, fascination and concern. ‘So if we can help it, George will not fall victim to his illness, I assure you.’

Sherlock Holmes, the detective with the world’s greatest intellect, had spent the last five years in adoration of George. Clearly he was worried for the young boy, and yet still trying to reassure myself and perhaps himself.

We sat in comfortable silence for some time, for I had to absorb the simple revelation that was beginning to unravel itself in front of me: The great detective had a heart.

Holmes’ words had come as a great reassurance to me. He was not a machine, and I suddenly realised with clarity that I was not alone in this endeavour. I could breathe, think, and hope that George would be well, with my friend’s unusual support.

As I have previously mentioned - in another story - all my years of humble, but single-minded service had led to this very moment, the first glimmer of Holmes’ great heart. Whilst I am sure that it was only words to Holmes, to me, and by extension to George, Holmes had answered the call once more of someone in need of assistance. He was assisting in the best way he could in a situation I had never dreamed I’d find myself in as a parent and or as a doctor.

The conclusion to this story is abrupt, as I’m afraid Holmes is needing my assistance in Scotland. However, I am pleased to report to you all that George did recover, although not without some lingering effects, which I may need to elaborate further in future tales with his expressed permission.

But I will leave you all with the knowledge I acquired that night.

That Sherlock Holmes is capable of love.

[riansdiary]

My BRIDGERTON S3 E1 Reaction/Annotation 🎉

My dearest gentle readers,

It is finally time to start off my new series of posts for my written reaction to Bridgerton Season 3! We are doing the first episode on this one! I wanna thank all the amazing members of the ton who have liked my post about this letting me know that you'd like to see this. I will include screenshots if it is extremely necessary! This is not the first time I'm watching, this is my second but I'll still share thoughts I had from my first watch! My favorite characters are Eloise and Benedict! Yes, my favorite Bridgerton siblings! Penelope would be the third probably! I also have a special place in my heart for Lady Danbury and Kate! I love them. Philippa is also super adorable to me especially when she said her iconic line. Now, Varley! The bugs!

That is all, shall we start? Warning: There will be spoilers.

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I love that they do this every year! It's like someone was giving birth inside the room but it's just really one of the sisters getting their makeup done and putting on their beautiful gowns!

This is my face when Kathony appeared: 🥹

Would you look at her dress? It is just so beautifully done! I love Kate's looks even more this season and I'm so happy that Anthony is being himself and is so cute with her! How is it that they didn't know that it was Frannie playing the pianoforte downstairs? Even Kate knew. Now, do you know what I'm really curious about? How did our girl escape from that room? Everyone is literally outside of that room. How did she get to the drawing room from there? Nevermind, I think she said that she woke up early.

I love Hannah Dodd! I actually recognized her as soon as I saw her. I thought that she looked familiar at first and then it clicked to me that she was in Enola Holmes 2! One of my favorite movies! She was the missing girl. Her character was Cicely or Sarah Chapman. She was amazing there so I knew she would do Francesca justice!

Aw, Pen staring at Eloise as they walked out of Aubrey Hall was heartbreaking to me. Not my favorite besties in the show not getting along anymore! They both made a mistake and I really hoped that they could resolve it.

Here's my honest opinion on Colin's F-boy era: I know his glow up was great and every girl is out to get him but he didn't need to be such a RAKE about it! I want our sweet romantic boy back!

Let's look at our boy's glow up though! I am very proud of him. Look at our boy! If only he used that to be more honorable and acted like a prince more instead of turning into a rake. Come on, where's our sweet Colin from S1 and S2? I just really miss him not trying to fit in and just being his sweet self.

Nice Colin! I love his hair better now. We love the curls! He did look cute before but I gasped and my jaw dropped when I saw him first in this specific scene! I was like: Wow! He looks so good! Penelope will fall even more for him.

I love that he calls Eloise "El" it's so cute! I myself have a nickname for her but let's be honest, Colin's nickname for her is way better. It's "Lou" or "Loulou" cause she's Eloise. There's that "Lou" sound when you say her name even if the u is not there but you know what, Colin's is way cuter. I'm gonna call her "El" instead.

Ah, the intro always hits. It just calms me down when I hear the opening theme!

I love Anthony's line when the brothers were in the carriage! "Who are you? What have you done with our brother?" My second favorite Anthony line after "Lilies, Forget-me-not, Lilacs!" 😆

Gregory was so adorable when he was imitating Colin! "Mm. I should like some... proportion." That was so funny for me. I loved Anthony and Benedict's reaction to that! Love how they both leaned to the left when they smiled at Gregory! One of my favorite Bridgerton brothers moments for sure!

The mom and the daughter speaking to each other with sign language! I loved that they added that!

Let me say one thing about Mama Featherington. What I like about her is that she always does her best to take care of her daughters. Maybe not in emotional ways but rather in the financial way. Love that about her. The thing that I disliked about her is how she treats Penelope. She teaches Pen to dumb herself down so men can tell her things. While that is a good strategy, it is not entirely true. I think Lord Debling would have wanted Pen to just be herself and talk intellectually with her. I didn't like the way she treats Pen at all. She underestimates her own daughter. Dare I say, she doesn't even know her daughter.

Oh Portia, you are so so clueless. That is literally Pen to a T except she has more money.

Cressida, Cressida, Cressida. I hate it every time she comes to bully Penelope or ruin her dress like she does almost every time. I do love her gigantic sleeves 🤣

I never wanted Mama Bridgerton to move so thank God Kate doesn't want her to move either! Also, look at her entire outfit and hair! Slayed! So gorgeous!

One of my favorite moments appears after that which is the moment Lady Danbury called them Lady Bridgerton and they both answered! I found that so heartwarming to be honest.

Great, every debutante is in love with Colin. He is the charm machine this season. Just be yourself sweetie!

When Cressida's mom said: "Or does common thievery run in the family?"

I would've immediately said: "Does bullying run in yours?" 😎

Portia is the one who has been dressing or at least choosing Penelope's gowns and you don't know how relieved I was when Pen said that she doesn't want to see a single citrus color on her new dress. She's finally using Whistledown money for her own good. Yes girl!

I love how Anthony is letting Gregory play with the bow and arrow but not where their mother can see it! Benedict and Hyacinth coming along with them was so cute!

Colin's timing when his mother wondered if they will ever be on time was fantastic! And the fact that it's a watch gift too! 💡

I cannot say enough about how much I love Francesca's gowns! They're so pretty and the hair! I wanna do that with my hair too! It just gives me Belle from the Beauty and the Beast vibes! So elegant! Emma Watson, my role model of all time was a great Belle but I think Hannah Dodd also looks like Belle especially with the hairstyle they gave her which is almost exactly the same hairstyle that Belle often has!

Eloise reading Emma! Okay, personally I haven't read but as my favorite YouTuber Darling Desi loves Emma, I know for a fact that it is an amazing book! Please watch her if you wanna relax or if you are a book lover too! She has a lot of aesthetic and lovely seasonal, cottagecore and other types of videos!

Colin questioning Eloise about why she's befriending Cressida. Our boy is at least there for Penelope when it comes to El and when it counts! She said that no one showed her kindness but Penelope does.

I cried. It was so hard and heart-wrenching to watch Eloise and Penelope's first scene together at the modiste. It's the first scene where Penelope finally approached her. Not my favorite best friends!

This necklace on Nicola was so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off it!

Okay, I know there are people who are siding with both. There are some who said a lot of bad things about my Eloise. That it's her fault and that she's a horrible friend but let's get into the bottom of this. I want to share my point and this is it. What's a character without a flaw? Someone who's too perfect, could be boring and seemingly less human. Penelope and Eloise both made mistakes and it's true.

Penelope could have told her earlier that she's Lady Whistledown. Eloise is her best friend and I feel like she would be fine with it. She didn't really hate Whistledown and I'm sure she would have been ecstatic if Pen confessed to her earlier. Yes, Penelope only wrote about Eloise to save her but she still dragged her family to filth. I know she had no other way to protect her but it still did something to their reputation. It was revealed in part two that it was true, that Eloise was a little jealous of Penelope's success and her being Lady Whistledown. That kind of added fuel to the fire. Pen did write about Colin and Eloise both as Lady Whistledown and that did a lot of damage to their reputation as a family. People tend to forget that Eloise couldn't continue to be friends with Theo because Pen wrote about it. They were so cute and she was starting to feel something for him. Both of them.

I am kind of hoping that we get a different kind of love for Eloise if it's possible for her to be with Theo instead of Crane. It would be quite interesting to see someone from nobility fall in love with a normal person. I would love to see that and that would be so much more dramatic and romantic. Rich girl, poor boy trope anyone? Yeah, I did adore Theo a lot, he's so cute with her!!! ❤️

Eloise wasn't always mean to her during their feud. When Cressida ripped Pen's dress, she looked so apologetic and almost teary-eyed. What I wanted to say is that they both hurt each other and I hope this will make them grow.

The Mondrich couple are one of my favorite side stories. They might not be nobility or royal before but damn, they dress so well! Just look at them! I love that pink gown 😍 and it matches with his outfit!

I love Newton so much! One of our puppies is part corgi so she kind of looks like Newton! So cute!

Me when Penelope said "I should like to try something a little different tonight.": 😱🫢👍

Yes queen, enough of the citrus colors (not that they're bad cause I saw the Featherington fam in S2 wearing gold and I was like 😍) that your mamma always dresses you in! Penelope hair and gown glow up! Ahhh! Her entrance scene with the new look is one of my favorite moments! Everyone was astounded by her beauty and we all know it especially you Colin! A lady with red hair in green dresses is just a match made in heaven! It just works! Nicola or Penelope's smile when she walks down the stairs and notices that everyone is looking at her was so beautiful!

Cressida Cowper and her iconic always gigantic sleeves!

Oh Colin "down bad" Bridgerton stopping to stare at Pen! I think he doesn't know he had feelings for her or is it because of the fact that he is roleplaying as his brothers? I heard somewhere that Colin is trying to put on a mask, be a rake and act like his brothers because he's trying so hard to fit in. He just always has seen Pen as a friend and doesn't recognize how he feels about her.

Pen was so nervous when she was talking to the men who approached her and yet she's so confident and charming as Whistledown. I guess we can say they never talked to her as much before so this is the first time. I hate that they left her early because they don't want Whistledown to write about them with Pen ugh! They don't wanna be written that they're with her but remember they were the ones who loved her look and approached her? Oh my God, fight me! 😠

Eloise staring at Penelope: 👀

Me: "I'm sure you're proud of her. Maybe secretly but just go talk to her!" 😆

The Penelope and Francesca moment was so wholesome and I loved that they had each other.

Every time Cressida Cowper ruins Penelope's gowns I'm like: 😤😡🤬

The guy who said this to Colin: "Miss Featherington, why concern yourself with her?" I don't like him. I don't like any of Colin's new friends, they are insufferable! How rude! Why concern himself with her? Well are you dumb? They're friends hello?

"I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington" was the worst thing that came out of Colin's mouth. Lies, lies and more lies!

Portia is so smart when it comes to saving her girls! I love that about her!

They were so smart about how they covered Claudia Jessie's injury! I did enjoy the Eloise and Cressida's promenade scene where she's scolding her about what she did to Penelope's dress! Eloise still does care about Pen. We're seeing a bit of Cressida's good side there. Loved that. I think she thinks Pen is a threat even though she doesn't wanna say it. She has been bullying her for a long time and trying to ruin her chances with men. She feels threatened by her. She could easily snatch the attention of the men without doing that to Pen. She wouldn't do that if she thinks that Pen doesn't have a chance.

Love that Kate convinces Anthony to let Violet stay! The Bridgerton drawing room is literally my favorite room or place in the show. The blue is just so calming and the place is so cozy.

Colin apologizing to Pen was sweet but she got friendzoned yet again! Oh Colin. Pen's wearing green again! It's so perfect with her red hair I tell you! He's finally appreciating Pen. Thank God.

The Mondrich family are now members of the ton? Yes! They deserve it!

Me when Eloise is reading the new Whistledown issue about Colin: "No no no no no, I feel a storm coming on! A storm of drama. She's not going to like that. Neither will he. Yikes, Pen."

Colin: What are you reading?

Eloise: Nothing.

Colin: 🙂‍↔️🤨

Eloise: 😐

This was so funny to watch even though the situation was, you know, dire. I loved that they could talk just with their eyes and face expressions! Something that reminds me of me and my own siblings!

Penelope calling out Colin's act! Yes!

Colin: I will never forgive her

Me: They're setting it up, oh no. Here we go. He's not gonna like it when he finds out it's her

He literally said "I will make sure it is her life that is ruined." Oh my God! Pen, what now!

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And that is it, everyone! I hope you enjoyed my first one! My reaction to the first episode of Bridgerton! This was fun to do! If you noticed that I'm suddenly talking in Bridgerton style, it's because it's easy for me to pick up accents and ways of speaking! I had so much fun with this! See you on the next one! 💋

[lisbeth-kk]

Thanks for the prompt @notjustamumj and for the tag @meetinginsamarra @calaisreno

May 5 prompt purple

The last day

The colour reminds me of the two people I loved more than anything. They wore it quite differently. Our landlady, Mrs. Hudson had a fondness for a more bright hue, while my dear Holmes found a more subtle nuance to fit him. That is to say, he didn’t find out before I bought him that purple dressing gown on our first Christmas here in Sussex.

«My dear boy. This shall be my most treasured item of clothing for the remain of my days,» he said and kissed me tenderly on my forehead.

He admired his attire in the mirror of our bedroom, sliding his large delicate hands over the fabric.

«It’s a good colour on you,» I said with admiration.

«Quite. And to think that I’ve lived this long without knowing it. My dear, John, after all these years you still have the ability to surprise me,» Sherlock murmured and hugged me tight, before finding my waiting lips.

Both of them are gone now, and although I know, as a doctor that it’s impossible, I am slowly dying of heartbreak an longing for my beloved Sherlock Holmes. His bees are missing him too. They are behaving differently at least. I have of course made arrangements for them, to be taken care of.

I am so, so tired tonight. Lying in our bed alone is something I can’t get used to. It is a cold night and I am surrounded by the scent of my sweetheart. The purple dressing gown is wrapped close around me, still bearing a hint of Sherlock’s uniqe aroma. My eyes close and just before I fall asleep, I see my dear Sherlock standing in front of me, his arms outstretched, wearing the purple garment.

«Come, John. I’ve missed you, my dearest,» he says, and seconds later I have him in my arms again.

@totallysilvergirl @topsyturvy-turtely

[belonareyna]

Enola Holmes Netflix adaptation

Unpopular (or not) opinion about Nancy’s book adaptations into the Netflix films. 

I don’t like them. Like at all. 

Obviously I’m talking about adaptation, I believe the films as somethig independant are cool (like the Percy Jackson’s ones).

First of all, I get that maybe Enola being 14 can crush our minds because “scape” home as such a young age and living by yourself for a year it’s kind of odd in this century. But let’s remember we are talking abouth 19th certury. They considered 60 to be the highest hope for live.

OK, it bothers me a little, but I can understand why they aged up Enola. But Tewksbury? Why?

Oh, to be the love interest...

Why? Why was that necessary?

Literally Tewksbury only appears in the last chapters of the book. He’s twelve, and as any aristocrat brat at that age, he’s insufferable.

Enola is pictured as a naive little girl even though they age her up, she ends up in a nasty apartment with an horrible landlady, in the books Mrs. Tupper is a lovely old lady, and maybe is not the best house to stay at, but she stays there because she knows their brothers most likely wouldn’t track them there.

I can’t, I just can't.

Anyways, then we have the boarding school. And they picture it as a snobbish, uptight school of hell…

In the books Enola is never caught, and in the very briefs moments she is nearly caught, she scapes like a pro. She’s not only scaping from her “place in society”, but also from the boarding school, that was a synonym of being abused and tortured. By corsets (Which literally deformed your body up till the point you could die), by physical punishments (as c4n1ng), by demolishing the personality and the fierce of the women so they could be a mere decoration in the men’s house.

Don’t get me wrong the boarding school in the film is ridiculous and stupid, but not quite the torture Enola was running from “She’s running for her life”*

*Florence Nightingale to Sherlock Holmes in “The Case Of The Cryptic Crinoline” 

AND WE ARE JUST BEGINNING MY DEAREST FOLKS

Just to finish with the “little” details before getting into the main course, I would say that I also don’t like when Enola disguises herself as a boy. In the book she doesn’t do this for two reasons:

-First one and most important one: She knows her brothers first instinct will be to look for a BOY, because is “the easiest option” and both of his brothers think that Enola’s brain (as the brain of any other women) is obviously atrofiated.

-Second one because of pride.  

NOW TO THE MAIN COURSE

THE PLOT

Remember when I mentioned Percy Jackson at the start? Well isn’t it lovely that the comparition between these two adaptations doesn’t end there?

WELL, IT DOESN’T YEIIII

-The Tewksbury part of the plot: What the actual fuck? 

And this part really hurts me, I know it’s not important and even if they had really adapted the book and not just take the names and make a different story It’s not important enough and they could have cut it, but is when Enola rescues Tewksbury (and herself) from the two kidnappers and they go to the police station, Sherlock is there talking with Lestrade, Tewksbury starts talking with them, and Enola disappears, give some poor guard fake instructions and gets through the window. The window. Of a police station. Nobody stops her. Hilarious.

It reminds me of that scene from Alice Across The Mirror.

-The mother’s plot: Double What the actuall fuck? Triple even.

Where to start? 

Let’s start from the begining.

In the books:

-Eudoria had Enola when she was very old. I don’t know why but apparently having a daughter at certain age was a “disgrace”. 

-Her father died when she was very little

-Her brothers never come to visit

-Her mother didn’t love her.

Eudoria didn’t love her like a mother is suppose to love a daughter. But she give her what most of the women at the time didn’t have: freedom.

Eudoria educated Enola, and she repeated to her “you will be fine alone”. Eudoria knew that when the time came, she will abandon her daughter, but she needed to be sure that at least, Enola won’t fall for the be a fucking vase and decorate the house of your beloved husband.

She wasn’t a great mother. But she cared for Enola.

She leaves her enough money for her to live freely.

SPOILERS:

She has a tumor, and she knows her days are counted. So she runs away with the gypsies. She communicates with Enola with the lenguage of flowers, through messages from the papers.

Enola never sees her again after her 14th birthday.

In the movies, she’s a lovely mother who cares deeply for Enola and with that change of personality, it makes sense she ends up visiting her daughter. 

Personally I don’t like this change of personality, and there is a deeper meaning for my aversion than just the fact that Eudoria is a loving mother in the books.

Which leads us to:

-The suffragist movement: This really is not a what the actual fuck. This just angers me.

Instead of showing the oppressed society women lived in, being mere complements for men, just being the mother of, the sister of, the wife of, LITERALLY MR’S wich was what Enola is running from in the books, they decided that Eudoria, the suffragist, “scaped” home to plant ✨b0mbs✨. 

How cool huh?. 

Insted of explaining that the suffragist movement was not free of racism, and maybe showing us how back women coped with this, they decided hey, no, It’s better if we pretend that withe woman never tried to leave out black women and let’s put a black women in charge.

That’s part of why I think I hate so much Eudoria 's change of character, she was a suffragist, yes. But she run away with the gypsies because they were “free spirits”, she wanted to feel free on her last days, or months, and it make sense that she never sees Enola again, due to the fact that gypsies were nomads.

-Mycroft and Holmes: This is just meh

The Holme’s brothers are misogynist. Both of them. Which wasn’t weird back in the 19th century. They often refire to women as the weaker sex, “Maybe reflexive and imaginative, but not foreign to the weaknesses and irrationality that their sex entails.” (This was Sherlok and not Mycroft, in the first book).

In the movies, it’s just Mycroft who’s the bad guy.

During the book series, we see more encounters between Sherlock and Enola, and eventhough we can see a lightly change in Sherlock’s view of her sister (he even stops trying to catch her with lies in the newspaper, pretending to be their mother, and even stopping Mycroft doing so) is not until the last two books that he finally comprehends why Enola is so scared of him and Mycroft.

Mycroft, on the other hand, doesn’t cross paths with Enola so much, and when he does, she’s running from him, so he can’t actually have the progressive education on her sister. But in the last book, he is quick to catch his brother.

All the time, in the books, they are trying to “help” Enola to follow the rules of the society to be a respectable member of it.

In the movies, Mycroft does not care about her at all, and he’s only preoccupied with “what people will think”, he handed Sherlock her guardianship in less than three days.

I’m probably leaving a lot of things out, but…

And of course this is just a comparation between book 1-film 1

If I thought the first one was horrible, I wasn’t prepared for what the second one was going to be.

[audikatia]

I'll be honest, it was a lot of rereads this year because 1) I love rereading favs and 2) so many of the new books I read this year were just eh.

Total list with ratings below:

Wise Gals: The Spies Who Built the CIA and Changed the Future of Espionage by Nathalia Holt ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Maid by Nita Prose ⭐️⭐️

Book Lovers by Emily Henry ⭐️⭐️

Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Agent Josephine: American Beauty, French Beauty, British Spy by Damien Lewis ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Pallbearer’s Club by Paul Tremblay ⭐️⭐️

Harry Potter and the Art of Spying by Lynn M. Boughey ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Golden Boys by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass ⭐️

Teen Titans: Beast Boy Loves Raven by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Teen Titans: Robin by Kami Garcia and Gabriel Picolo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bad Gays: a Homosexual History by Huw Lemmey and Ben Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My Dearest Darkest by Kayla Cottingham ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️

It’s Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️

We’ll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han ⭐️⭐️

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Seige and Storm by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rise and Ruin by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Everyone in My Family has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels, and Crooks by Patrick Raddon Keefe ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dead End Girls by Wendy Heard ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bravely by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Afterglow by Phil Stamper ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Monster’s Bones: The Discovery of T. Rex and How It Shook Our World by David K. Randall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Five Survive by Holly Jackson ⭐️⭐️

Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide by Rupert Holmes ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

When Brooklyn was Queer by Hugh Ryan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Something Wild and Wonderful by Anita Kelly ⭐️⭐️

Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Real Queer America: LGBT Stories from Red States by Samantha Allen ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Only One Left by Riley Sager ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Opal by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

So This is Ever After by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of Us is Next by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of Us is Back by Karen M. McManus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Liar City by Allie Therin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

In Deeper Waters by F.T. Lukens ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The World Without Us by Alan Weisman ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Seriously, Murder? by Monica Hoopes ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Awakening by Kate Chopin ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Drift by C. J. Tudor ⭐️⭐️

Scones and Scofflaws by Jane Gorman ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ten Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wolfsong by TJ Klune ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman ⭐️⭐️

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️

Small Favors by Erin A. Craig ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Raven King by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

All the King’s Men by Nora Sakavic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Christine by Stephen King ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Male Gazed by Manuel Betancourt ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro ⭐️⭐️

Hemlock Island by Kelley Armstrong ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Vanishing Stair by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hand on the Wall by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Box in the Woods by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Nine by Maureen Johnson ⭐️⭐️

The Iliad by Homer, translated by Emily Wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Art Thief by Michael Finkel ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Children on the Hill by Jennifer McMahon ⭐️⭐️

Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Gwen and Art are Not in Love by Lex Croucher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

When Crack was King by Donovan X. Ramsey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Slippery Creatures by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Sugared Game by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Subtle Blood by K. J. Charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Monsters by Claire Dederer ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Allergic by Theresa McPhail ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️