Watson-Holmes’ first disseration
Rosie’s first kindergarten assignment, which she wrote all by herself.
…I couldn’t help myself okay so sue me THE END
@sherlockmyonlychemicaldefec-blog
Rosie’s first kindergarten assignment, which she wrote all by herself.
…I couldn’t help myself okay so sue me THE END
sherlock’s face when he sees that jim has left his phone number for him
eyes
Hallucination. (Inspired by @johnlockshire in this post, and others who pointed out that John probably hallucinated Sherlock after the fall.)
Fuck!
for who you are; what you do; what you want; what you need.
Stop apologising for yourself.
Start treating yourself like a fucking human being.
You must water yourself. Imagine you’re a plant: how can you grow without water, without sun? You need to give yourself water and sun. A plant can’t subsist on self-loathing and depression; why do you think you should be able to?
Failure does not make you a failure. Failure is just the result of a practice that didn’t achieve the desired or intended result. It is not a statement about your personhood or your self.
Multiple failures are the same.
If you couldn’t do as much or work as hard as other people your age, that 1. does not constitute failure, and 2. gives no information about your skills, your intelligence, your talent, or your strength of will.
If you are neurodivergent, that’s an illness. Recognise and realise it as such. You wouldn’t expect an athlete with a broken foot to run the same marathon as their fellow athletes.
Stop holding yourself to superhuman standards you cannot possibly achieve.
Start treating yourself like a human being.
for who you are; what you do; what you want; what you need.
Stop apologising for yourself.
Start treating yourself like a fucking human being.
You don’t have to cringe away from people when you meet them because you want to spare them the embarrassment you believe is yourself.
You don’t have to apologise for breathing.
You don’t have to apologise for being anxious or nervous or singularly focused.
You don’t have to say, “Sorry for the crappy quality,” when you’re about to present or introduce something you’ve made yourself, no matter if that’s academic work or a private creative endeavour. Especially not if the recipient or audience haven’t even had the chance to interact with whatever you’ve created.
You don’t have to go through those cold and hot flashes of perpetual anxiety after a conflicting situation–such as when you want to get out of the bus and you’re not sure if the other person wants to go first or lets you go first, and you decide to go but then want to let them pass after all and you end up dancing on your toes in embarrassment until the other person decides for you.
You don’t have to go through self-loathing after someone else has done or said something better than you like it’s an obligation. You don’t have to always compare yourself to other people, find your deficiencies, write them down in an endless list so you can work on them.
You don’t always have to be vigilant and hyperalert to your own shortcomings.
You don’t always have to degrade yourself to second grade citizenship because you decide you’re worthless and stupid and ignorant in comparison to other people.
Imagine for one second you do all of that with your best friend or your brother or your partner. How long do you think they’d last, living like this? Not long. They’d start withering soon into it; their health would fall like a house of cards, they’d have no energy left to do anything, everything they love would cease to matter, and you wouldn’t see them smile anymore. You’d cultivate depression in them, because your treatment of them would be self-loathing personified.
You would never do that to someone else.
Why are you doing it to yourself?
You’re a person. You’re human. You’re just as fallible and good and reliable and talented and worthy as every other person around you. Look up from the screen and stare around the room. Are there people around you? If not, are there photographs of people around you? Look at them. You’re just like them.
For fuck’s sake: how do you expect yourself to get better, to feel fine, to get anywhere, to do that one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never had the mind or energy for, to socialise, to lead an average life, to work harder–if you treat yourself like you should be dead? 1 + 1 makes two. You can’t have 0 and 0 adding up to two. You have to give yourself some positive numbers somewhere.
For fuck’s sake, realise this: you are human. You are a person. You are deserving of good things. You are deserving of recovery time. You are deserving of healing, whatever you went through. You are deserving of time and patience and kindness–and you should demand that of yourself.
You are the same. You are just as intelligent and okay and talented and precious and broken and sad.
You are not a broken record. You can be saved. You can safe yourself.
You deserve saving.
You are human. Stop apologising for who you are. Stop apologising for yourself.
Start treating yourself like a fucking human being.
Just a reminder that Mary did this to Sherlock.
Your chair was empty first, Sherlock…
Vintage women being badass. You’re welcome.
Don’t fool yourself into thinking ladies were demure and silent in the past.
I would like more female characters being this open
Sometimes I wish I could ship John and Molly together just so that I could call them "Jolly"
Nayyirah Waheed, “Salt” (via thequotejournals)
I would have to say that the Sherlock fandom is more than half of why I fell in love with this show. The clever, well-informed critiques that people had of this show blew me away. People well versed in story-telling, film making, and queer history came forward and wrote beautiful, stunning things about BBC Sherlock, its characters, its gorgeous lush images, and its over-arching storylines running through the text and subtext. People brought both serious analyses, and funny, cracky ideas about the show and where things were headed to the table to enjoy and build on. I reveled in the fertile ground of the Sherlock fandom’s intellect and imagination. Post s3 was a heady time in the fandom.
And then series 4 happened.
I know many have continued to write well-thought meta pieces on s4, on symbolism, and explanations for time lines, and possible dream sequences. I applaud those who still want to play that game. I had to let it go.
At the end of s3, Mary had been set up to be an ultimate baddie, someone in cahoots with Moriarty orchestrating John and Sherlock’s downfall. Then suddenly with the opening s4, the trio are back together solving crimes with the baby in some goofy parody of a sitcom. Mary and Sherlock trade jibes while putting John down, and oh right, they got a dog to walk around and … . clue for looks? I’m not quite sure.
The series delved more and more into the absurd as it went along. There were no consequences for anything, red herrings, and dropped set-ups flew in thick and fast as hail on a cold spring morning. What was in that letter John gave to Sherlock? Why did we see multiple conflicting scenes of John checking his texts in bed? What was the whole point of that memory-wiping drug they made so much of? Since the real Faith never came to speak to Sherlock, did it really even happen? What did really happen? Then the story took a huge jump into an alternate reality where Sherlock’s mad sister has X-men powers of brain-washing, and can pop in and out of prison and set-up whatever outlandish scenarios suit her fancy. Oh, and John left his feet in the well to be rescued. I just.
Nothing that came before series 4 seemed to have any bearing on what we saw in January. It’s as if we started watching a completely different show that just happened to have the same actors we knew playing in it. No longer did a cohesive narrative seem to run through the show. Anything we knew of the characters and their history and personalities was erased and rewritten with whatever seemed wacky and fun for the moment. I do applaud those who want to continue the game of finding connection and meaning in the Sherlock show, but I had to put all that down and walk away. Within fandom, in the art, and fanfic, and clever writing about this show, I can find depth of feeling, integrity, interest in character study, and a rich story-telling exploration of “what might have happened next.” When I look at what the showrunners gave us for s4? All I can say is nothing means anything anymore. Flash, splash and dash are simply great barrels of fun … and boop, it’s all fine.
To All those who strongly believe that Mary was not a villain and was not set up to be a baddie: Just answer these questions please. Let’s say that Mary HAD to shoot Sherlock, that she had no other choice and it was not her fault. How would you act after you shot the man whom the love of your life was mourning for two years? Would you act like a total psychopath? Sherlock was ready to help her, it was not like he was acting scary or anything. She shot her and she didn’t stop there. She came over Sherlock’s bed in hospital, threaten him not to tell anything to John, and I’m emphasizing the verb ‘threat’ because it was not a friendly plea , and I may also add that the word ‘devilish was used to describe her in the ´scripts´ for this part. She then kept mocking Sherlock by saying ‘you were very slow’, saying it to a broken man, the man she had just shot, and I should also emphasize and remind some people that Sherlock actually died. His heart stopped. She shot him dead .she expressed no sign of regret, then they came back to the flat and just look at her expressions and body language, look at her scary head-tilts, just look how empty and cold she looks when John is bursting right in front of her eyes. look how she looks at John tilting her head while he is looking at her.Was it so hard to make her look a little regretful and sad? Ok, I get that she was an assassin but if she really loved John and were ‘pals’ with Sherlock, why wasn’t she feeling a ‘thing’? Then the Christmas scene, just watch that scene, they way she talks to John is like the poor man has done something terrible to her and ‘she’ is the one questioning him. It almost seems like as if she HATES both of them. Honestly, if she had no other choice but to shoot Sherlock and she was a good person why would she keep acting like that? Why use the word ‘devilish’? why have her do the same thing both Magnessun and Culverton did to Sherlock in the hospital? I mean, it’s not even analysis or subtext, it’s there, it is very obvious. If she really was a good character in the end despite her past, why they wrote her this way? You can write a character in a way that show she is a good person even though she HAS to make mistakes sometimes. The problem I have with this fandom is that whenever you criticize something about the show, you are labeled as a ‘stupid delusional TJLCer’ and shunned instantly. Well, as much as I loved John and Sherlock to get together, I was not very biased about it, these things I noticed about Mary was way before I even got into the fandom, I had not read a single Tumblr post or analysis, my mind was completely clear of any prejudice or presupposition, I actually liked Mary and thought she was kind of cool, a great woman that was even more compatible with Sherlock than John was , I just watched the episodes and never thought about them again. And still I was disappointed. Very disappointed. Listen if you can convince me to like her or prove me that she was not a bad person or a villain, believe me I will listen to you.
And also, I sound much more academic in my native language :$
When a fandom can produce something like this you can only be proud being in it. Never heard such an epic piece of music before, gave me goosebumps.
can we stop shipping real people. can we like not do that anymore ever
Um…why?
Because real people are not characters. These people are complete strangers to us, and not all of them appreciate strange kids (and even adults) invading their private lives to get the newest scoop on who they’re dating or drawing explicit hardcore porn of them and their partner/friend without taking their feelings into consideration.
Unless someone has explicitly stated that they don’t mind being shipped/have fanart made of them in a romantic or sexual fashion, don’t do it. It’s creepy.
I’ve seen a lot of YouTube stars have to come out and ask people to stop the massive shipping campaigns for them because it made them/ their partners uncomfortable.
You wouldn’t do it to a stranger on the street, don’t do it to a stranger behind a computer screen.
I agrew with the above comment. It has always bothered me shipping real people together; I think it's very intrusive and rude, let's just put ourselves in their shoes. How would we feel?
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W. H. Auden
Many Happy returns
Inspired by piningjohn’s endless hunger for MHR John.
Honestly: The Greatest Love Story Never Told
0 TO 0RGASM IN 10 SECONDS FLAT
I have nothing to add because I’m dead.
FUCK ME
HEAVY BREATHING
(also they used the sheriarty almost kiss I’m fuckin rollin on the ground lmao)
i can only add assdfgghhjkkkhggdsa!!! i i still haven’t listened to him reding Casanova, i fear i would spontaneously combust… 🔥💥🖤
Same. lol 😊
WOW!!!!