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nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

Being in the Sherlock Holmes fandom is so funny to me. In other fandoms I see people arguing about characters skintone, hair style/colour, age, race, ect. Meanwhile, there are so many Sherlock Holmes adaptions and reimaginings out there where I can scroll and see Holmes as an asian woman, Holmes as a magical girl, Holmes as a Russian, Holmes as a fucking mouse/dog and Holmes as an anime character and just be like: yep... that's good.

The BBC show Miss Austen loudly demonstrating that perhaps the great love of Jane Austen's life was, in fact, her sister Cassandra really has me in a chokehold

nobody warns you adulthood means craving physical contact like it's a vitamin deficiency

🦠 #my crobe

I hate when people ask me how long it took me to crochet something I’ve made. Frankly, that’s none of my business. I put the yarn on the hook and worked on it whenever the spirit happened to take me to and then one day it was done. How long that process took is between the yarn and god; I want no part of it.

Can’t stop thinking about ACD Sherlock Holmes. He loves dogs. He is a very thoughtful flatmate. He can play perfect violin and instead chooses to make Sounds with his Stradivarius. He apologizes every time by playing all of Watson’s favorites. He plays practical jokes on the police. His out-of-universe author was unreliable because he hated him so much. His in-universe author is unreliable because they are madly in love. His family life is such a mystery that Watson thought he was an abandoned orphan. He has two (2) canonical friends and I’m pretty sure he fucked both of them. He’s the best person in the whole world maybe. People keep trying to talk to me about the BBC version.

He stims. He smokes crack. He can box and use a sword yet never does it. He loves dressing up in little outfits. He is pretty much a father to a group of poor children. He lives off of sarcasm. He has at least ten dressing gowns. He framed a photograph of the woman that bested him. He calls her "that woman". He's not attracted to her. He doesn't know the composition of the solar system. He links arms with his friend when they walk. He's a hoarder. He can't stand house chores. He loves drama. People wonder why he's one of the most beloved literary characters of all time.

Starting a gofundme for my friend Bunbury who's a terrible invalid,

Not to be dramatic but, IF I'M GOOD WILL YOU COME BACK?