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The Adriatic sea. Croatian coastline. This is how it looked like yesterday (13th of July 2023).
Whenever I look at the sea, I remember how lucky I am to live here and have this. I thank God that I was born and living on the Adriatic coastline. How beautiful the sea is, even on gloomy days like these. Those shades of blue have a calming effect on me.
I grew up near the Adriatic sea. I learned to swim there while I was still a little kid. The sea is something that will always run in my blood, in my veins and will always be a part of me, no matter where I end up living in the future.
Even if I leave it one day, it will never leave me. I'm proud to be a child of the Adriatic.
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Is it just me or is it normal to get used to being lonely?
Through the years of my life I've learned to be alone. Yes, I wanted friends but got used to having little to none.
I have a flatmate now that I'm in university and we get along great. But even if I lived alone, I don't think it would bother me much.
But I do feel lonely sometimes when I go on Instagram and see people posting their friends, parties, travels, etc, knowing I have a basic social life, some good friends with whom I meet for coffee from time to time, and of course no money to travel.
I wish I could work one day... Just to earn my freedom AND GET THAT DAMN DRIVER'S LICENSE.
But yeah, I got used to it.
Speaking of all this, is anybody looking for mutuals? Here I am - female, 21, Catholic, cat lover, book lover, daydreamer, Sherlock Holmes fangirl, anime newbie (I've seen only Death Note so far lol), lover of classic books and authors, and I love writing too!
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Staring at this blank screen, I could think of many words but could not write any. Unable to write, that's all. I can only dream...
When I was a child, I had dreams.
Dreams of hope and dreams of lands and cities far, far away. Away from my rural area.
I dreamt of exciting adventures and dangers. I dreamt of running in a big city, international travels and foreign people. I dreamt of getting lost in an unknown land and encountering charming strangers. I could not bear living in my comfy bubble. I wanted to run away and explore. So I prayed and begged God to just give me a chance, to let me live.
Because I was getting borderline sick of my everyday routines. When I seeked escape, I could find it only in fiction. But that did not fully satisfy me. I wanted more and more... I wanted to have original experiences about which I will write stories one day.
God indeed did hear me and so I travelled later. There were years when I made voyages across Europe.
What do I remember most? Vienna... Oh, my beautiful Vienna. I could write about Vienna some other time...
Then I returned home and stayed in my comfy bubble. Went to university, studied, experienced hardships, ups and downs.
And I kept dreaming. I still dream to this day. But no more of danger. Now I dream of a peaceful life, slow mornings filled with smell of coffee.
My dreams, however, still stay. I feel some of my childhood dreams coming back to me. And I'm doing everything I can to fulfill them. To make 12-year-old me happy. I may not be impressed with my life right now, but she would be damn proud. Anyways...
For me, it is somebody I've loved since I was 12 years old, because I always saw myself in him. I wanted to be like him - courageous, intelligent, not letting my emotions rule over my mind (mind you, emotions are my biggest weakness).
And although I am not a child anymore, I do feel sometimes like a child at heart.
I'm getting kinda emotional. Yes, my adult life is fairly good. Yes, I have a loving family and a few close friends whom I admire very much. Yes, I'm studying at one of Croatia's biggest universities. Yes, I know that I have God on my side.
But Sherlock brings me back to my childhood. Why? He was there when I was going through some hard times. Especially health issues and private matters.
Growing up in a small town, I never felt like I fit in. I wanted to travel, to run away and to explore the world and meet new people. I could not do it, so I found comfort in books and media.
I was misunderstood. I was left alone during some point in my life. I struggled so damn much - from my health issues, to my problems with socializing in high school. Everyday was a battle in my mind.
Very soon it will be nine years. Nine. Years. Nine years since I "met" this man who changed my life forever. If it were not for him, I wouldn't be who I am today. He showed me that it's normal to feel hopeless; that it's okay to be sad or mad; he showed me how it feels to be an outsider. And most importantly - that there is always hope.
So, I'm asking you - who is your comfort character?
Hey guys! After a long hiatus, I've decided to do a remake of a fic I started writing back in 2020/2021 when I was still a child, based on BBC Sherlock. My main character Klara is a Croatian 14-year-old girl who gets transported to fictional London through a magic portal. There, she struggles with the question of identity and although she likes Sherlock (platonically!) she has to decide where her home will be. Does she belong to the London elite, or to Croatian suburbs?
Klara and her family belong to me. All the other characters belong to BBC. The story begins below and I apologize if there are grammar mistakes because English is not my native language.
Trigger warnings: stress and a bit of swearing
What does it feel like to be an outsider? Oh, I know... You can tell me all about it and I will know. Yet I choose to keep quiet. At least, ever since I met him.
It was a Friday evening and I was doing my math homework. I hate math. After doing some calculations, I calculated that I need to go to bed. "Gosh, I'm so tired", I whispered.
"...and if you only knew what is waiting for you, this is just the beginning..." I heard a strange British accent behind me.
I turned around and stood there shocked, my jaw dropped. My pulse fastened and my heart started beating fast. I was completely paralysed. How did anybody enter MY DAMN BEDROOM? WHAT THE HECK?
An unknown but somewhat attractive man was standing in front of me. He had black curly hair and looked at me with eyes as blue as the Adriatic sea. He was very tall and was wearing a coat and a scarf.
It took me a minute to realize that the unknown man was Sherlock Holmes.
In. My. House. How????
I loved reading, I loved books and I loved fandoms. But how did Sherlock freaking Holmes enter MY HOUSE???
"H... How?" I stuttered.
"You are very confused, indeed, which is normal in this situation" he began. "Consulting detective, shall I say more? You know who I am. And I know who you are. Klara G"
"WH- WHAT THE HECK do you know??? You do NOT exist!!!!"
"Calm down that tone, miss G. There is no time for discussion. I need you for something. Come with me!"
He took me by the hand and everything around us flashed. After that, I fell unconscious.
When I woke up, I realized I was laying on a bed in a dark, gloomy room. I looked out the window and saw the moon. Then I heard some voices. I dragged myself to the door to hear it. Two people were talking and those were Sherlock Holmes and his friend, John Watson.
At first, I got very excited as I hoped I could make new friends, however, when I heard what they were saying...
"So, you brought her, Sherlock?"
"Yes, indeed. She could wake up any time soon. I know that she is going to be shocked at first but all of that is normal. However, the best would be for her to get used to this because she is going to have even worse situations, for which she needs to be prepared. We will sort out the thing tomorrow with Mycroft."
What the actual fuck? What is he going to "sort out"????
"But", I heard Watson, "haven't you thought that she is a child? She is barely fifteen years old, Sherlock. She has a family at home."
"She is an adult woman here. The rules of her universe do not necessarily apply to our universe. Some rules, though."
I ran to the mirror which was standing in the corner. In that mirror, I was not Klara anymore. Yes, some of my physical features did remain, such as my brown eyes, straight golden brown hair and glasses. But I was in the body of an adult woman.
Everything around me began spinning and I was only wondering if I will fall unconscious again. No, I couldn't but I felt my eyes water.
I was dragged here against my own will. And now I have to act like an adult woman. Yet I still feel like a child.
The detective entered the room. "You're awake, I see".
"YES, SHERLOCK, WHAT IS GOING O-"
"YOU WILL SEE WHAT'S GOING ON. Come."
I entered the living room of 221B. To be honest, it was a nice flat in victorian style. Not exactly my taste but it did feel nostalgic.
Watson greeted me. "Hello, Klara. I hope you will enjoy it here."
"What should I even enjoy? Where is my family? WHERE AM I?"
"Calm the heck down. We are going to explain."
Sherlock and I sat down. Sherlock brought to the table a bunch of papers - with my personal information.
Everything was there. Copies of my papers from the hospital, as I had a brain surgery some years ago. Photos of my family and I. Photos of me when I was in school. Copies of my diary entries.
I looked at Sherlock. Then I looked at John. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, as there was no point in that. Everything is over, I am going to stay here forever and never see my family again.
I did feel like an outsider in my universe. But another universe? Why didn't Sherlock just kill me? Why...?
As if he was reading my mind, he answered. "You are confused. Do not worry. You will get used to it. But you have to get used to a mission for which you are here. The fate of everything here depends on you."
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Hey y'all. I was on a hiatus for a few months during which I completely forgot about this blog. my life is screwed up anyways lately. i will try to keep this up as much as possible, alongside my wordpress blog.
Nedostaješ mi sada. A i uvijek.
Započeli smo jednu lijepu priču ali prokleto ljeto moralo nas je razdvojiti. Znam da su to samo tri mjeseca, ali meni se čini kao da je zauvijek. Umirem bez tebe. Doslovice umirem.
Nedostaješ mi jutrima kad pijem kavu. Nedostaješ mi u onim popodnevima kad od dosade ne znam što ću uopće
A ipak… najviše mi nedostaješ u noćima kad, umorna od dana, ostanem sama sa…
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(part of this was taken from "Mistress of Rome" novel by Kate Quinn so it's not fully mine. however, i changed it a bit so here's my version)
Forget him. I wanted to. For that, I spent my time praying and kneeling in church.
But God had said "no". You will not forget him so easily. You will know everything about him, to the bottom of his soul. Every one who passes down the street will remind you of him. You will have the knowledge, but not him. Have the memories, but not him. The sound of his voice will ring in your ears but nowhere will you hear it. You will start to hate his first name - and even last! - and you will curse the day you met him. Weep and pray. Lose your sleep during night, but oversleep during mornings. A year will pass and all of that will start seeming insane to you, but you, too, will almost go insane.
And when you think you've reached rock bottom and that there's no hope left, all illusions in your head will crash like a house of cards - and then you will forget him.
And God was just, because I knew all along that adoring a mortal man meant playing with fire.
So, I kinda forgot I have a tumblr account lol. But anyways, let me hop on the BBC Sherlock bandwagon because I've just finished rewatching s4 for the millionth time. And here's what I think about a possible s5
I think that s5 will not be possible - and it's not even necessary. Some spoilers ahead so please proceed with caution.
Let's be real, the whole storyline since s3 finale has been ridiculous. From Mary turning out to be an undercover assassin, to Sherlock's sister Eurus appearing out of nowhere - firstly posing as John's "friend over text messages", then as his new therapist, then as Faith, then as a little girl on a plane, but plot twist! She's been locked at Sherrinford for years!
I kinda feel like both Assassin!Mary and Eurus came out of nowhere. In Doyle's original stories, Mary is just a normal girl who meets and falls in love with John on a case, and I don't even remember Sherlock having a sister in the original stories.
I understand that the writers wanted to put a twist on the original stories and make this series unique - and I could somehow understand the Assassin!Mary storyline. I could not, however, understand, how she managed to still be friends with Sherlock after she LITERALLY SHOT HIM AND DRUGGED HIM. And then her pathetic death scene in The Six Thatchers. Even though she was trying to redeem herself the whole time, I found her annoying and it made me change my previously positive opinion about her.
Now let's talk about Eurus... Where do I even start? She made NO DAMN SENSE. I found her character ridiculous and the whole series has been ruined with her character. Making all those traps and tricks, driving Sherlock insane, playing with his emotions... It was a disaster.
MORIARTYYYYYYYY. Seriously, he was the best villain. He should have been more in the show. Or even Irene Adler. They were such great intellectual equals for Sherlock and it's such a bad how they only get thrown around for references, especially Moriarty with all that fake foreshadowing - ohh, he's coming, HAHA JUST KIDDING, THAT WAS 5 YEARS AGO
And the ending of The Final Problem. I guess after suffering a traumatic experience, all of them just... went back to normal lives and old-school murder mysteries, right? If series 5 is ever announced, I could not imagine it going back to normal.
Because The Final Problem is exactly what the title says. It's Sherlock's final battle. It's supposed to wrap up the whole show. I can't even see how they would continue with ideas after this disaster. Even if s5 ever happens, the show won't be the same.
That's enough for tonight. I'll get back to tumblr, dw.
