For the last time: Mary Shelley and Lord Byron were friends. She didn't hate him. His death was a very painful loss to her. She didn't write Frankenstein because she was stuck in a house with him and he was an unbearable person. For God's sake, just read her journals and letters.

Also, Mary Shelley's journal entry about his death might be one of the saddest things I've ever read:

May 15.—This then was the coming event that cast its shadow on my last night’s miserable thoughts. Byron had become one of the people of the grave—that miserable conclave to which the beings I best loved belong. I knew him in the bright days of youth, when neither care nor fear had visited me—before death had made me feel my mortality, and the earth was the scene of my hopes. Can I forget our evening visits to Diodati? our excursions on the lake, when he sang the Tyrolese Hymn, and his voice was harmonised with winds and waves. Can I forget his attentions and consolations to me during my deepest misery?—Never.

Beauty sat on his countenance and power beamed from his eye. His faults being, for the most part, weaknesses, induced one readily to pardon them.

Albé—the dear, capricious, fascinating Albé—has left this desert world! God grant I may die young! A new race is springing about me. At the age of twenty-six I am in the condition of an aged person. All my old friends are gone, I have no wish to form new. I cling to the few remaining; but they slide away, and my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world. “Life is the desert and the solitude—how populous the grave”—and that region—to the dearer and best beloved beings which it has torn from me, now adds that resplendent spirit whose departure leaves the dull earth dark as midnight.

Thank you! God, I see this all the time- people, Mary didn't hate Byron just because you want her to have! In fact, she was probably one of the very few people he was ever a good person to! He is the one who made sure she got Percy's heart when Percy's girlfriend wanted to take it!

THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON part 3 (part 1) (part 2) as promised here they are enjoying committing a crime (to quote Watson: "I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were the defenders of the law instead of its defiers").

Nearly made myself ill drawing them holding hands WHAT IS IT WITH GAY PEOPLE (me) AND HANDS

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series!)

disgusting

Jeremy Brett 🌹

this part of the gift of the emperor is always so funny to me "not unlike jealousy" girl you wrote several paragraphs about it

Doodles for SHOSCOMBE OLD PLACE, a wholesome adventure in which Watson and Holmes go fishing and hang out with a dog. Don’t worry about the charred human bones in the furnace.

(This is part of the Watson’s sketchbook series!)

Ornamental Hands - Jennifer Crupi

発掘

morally grey/evil scientist characters are always like biochemical engineers or nuclear physicists or whatever but the people want VARIETY give me a story about a fucked up geologist for once

Wraith’s “DocWiki” Google Docs Template

SO A little while ago I became quite frustrated with how there’s no free and/or server-free “Wiki” style encyclopedia template out there (that I could find), so I went and made my own. Feel free to copy, modify, and improve upon as you please for all your worldbuilding, research, and other writing needs! No credit necessary. Notes:

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“I just feel so dead inside…”

“Dead inside, you say? I know something that might just work”

reanimate my will to live

Wake me up inside

KEANU REEVES as Jonathan Harker in BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA 1992 | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

The captain and his first mate by Blake Rottinger

fucking sucks ass that detective is a subtype of cop or always some type of law enforcement. a detective should be someone who is a master of disguise, a weirdo, socially maligned, and hated by the police. he should solve the cases using his ultra specific knowledge about geography, linguistics, human biology, and cigar ashes

i love you concept art sholmes