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An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.
Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.
(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)
John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.
It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.
Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.
His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.
His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.
He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.
It's hidden from searches but here's the atla unaired pilot if anyone wants to watch it
Good Omens people... this is a good thing. 😊
Pause: Not a cancelation. Which they easily could have done instead. Pauses are good things. It means they want the new season and see the value in making it, rather than in just canceling it, but they are smart enough to know that what they don't want is the disgusting creep attached to it and all the baggage that comes with that.
Neither, probably, do any of its lead actors.
Neither, of course, do we.
There are ways to get rid of him and we can tell that is likely what Amazon is working on making happen, based on the article also mentioning...
"Production changes": This is a way of saying that a producer's ass is getting fired. There's exactly one person whose ass could be getting fired in this situation.
It's speculative but I think a pause for some "production changes" might indicate that they're working on getting rid of him and buying some time to make that happen. It could take some time for Amazon to extract him from the process of S3, which would explain the pause.
If they didn't think they could do it-- or if they didn't see the value in trying-- they would have just canceled S3 outright, which they have not done. They also went out of their way to emphasize the "production changes" part of it so that's a good sign.
This is the best possible news right now.
As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.
It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.
Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.
obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world
rb this with ur opinion on this shade of pink:
A story within a story where a mother sits her rowdy children down and tells them a story about a the world's sweetest, kindest mother who never lost her temper, never cursed and never yelled at her children, no matter how rowdy they could get. She would only gently, kindly told them to not do the dangerous things. One day she sweetly, kindly told her children to not go play at the riverbank, because it's dangerous and they might slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die. Her children do not listen. They go play at the riverbank, where they slip on the rocks, fall into the water, and die.
And the sweet perfect mother of the story comes to the riverbank, sees that all her children drowned, and starts crying so bitterly that angels overhear her, and the angels say to each other, "she does not deserve this, this woman has never done anything wrong in her life, this should not have happened to her", and feeling great pity for her, bring her children back to life, and after that they always listened to their mother and lived happily ever after.
And the storyteller's children, who at this point are familiar with the concept that these stories are supposed to have some sort of a moral or lesson in them, interject to point out that their mother hasn't always done everything perfectly, she isn't always sweet, curses a lot, and as a matter of fact loses her shit at her kids all the time. She isn't like the mother of the story at all.
And their mother agrees: Her children are correct. She is not a perfect mother who has never done anything wrong. Angels will not have pity on her, and they will not bring her little shits back to life if they go to the river and die. So they better fucking not go get themselves killed in the first place.
Israel is one of the most racist countries in the world.
suicidal knight in a king's retinue looking for any excuse to fall on his own sword with honor but the king always stops him because he "still has need for him yet"
Hotel California on Guzheng by Moyun.
#ficfecs
art for chapter 2 from @quitequaintrelle s wonderful south downs fic we shall have the world for our own 🦩🦩
i love this fic so much and i encourage everyone to read it!
to quote the author:
"If it is your deeply cherished belief that Aziraphale and Crowley are cartoon characters who should get to spend their South Downs retirement as old queens being disgustingly romantic losers who can't keep their hands off each other and won't stop beefing with local senior citizens, this story might be for you."
Sprinkling some Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman photos over here.
hi i’m extremely stupid
What grip should we use during pullups? What's the difference?
The general thought seems to be:
Overhand/Thumbless: Emphasizes back muscles Underhand/Neutral: More biceps emphasis
I've done many pullups with all kinds of grips, and I feel like the difference is overstated. They are similar pulling motions with different emphasis.
My thought is to just work the grip you feel the most comfortable with and add the others as you feel ready.
TiL (click to go to the thread, which probably has more interesting tidbits I missed).
Bonus:
I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It's right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I'm not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine
I don't know what is.
name 2 foods with the same ingredients that otherwise bear no similarities whatsoever?
yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad
i love this tweet so much i think about it weekly, i structure my life around it its so crazy how much one tweet changed the way i view neopronouns for the better
Apparently a part of the reason why farmed bees stay in the beehives that humans build for them is because the farm hives are safer and sturdier. I don't know how a busy Discord server's worth of bugs that only have one brain cell each would logically conclude that the humans protect them from outside threats, illness and parasites, but if I understood right, the bees would be free to move away and build a new nest somewhere else any time they'd want, and they simply choose not to.
You know how in almost every culture, people have some concept of "if I sacrifice something that I made/grew/produced to the Gods, they will ward me and my harvest from evil"?
So, in a way, don't the bees willingly sacrifice a part of their harvest to an entity not only far greater than them, but nearly beyond their comprehension, in exchange for protection against natural forces wildly outside of their own control?
So tell me, beekeepers, what are you to your bees, if not a mildly eldritch God?
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
Why are people following me? If you want regular posts or content even close to what you may have already seen, this is not that.
Socks are condoms for our feet.
and shoes are the vagina
Guys!!! What if Steve rogers only hypes up patriotism because he thinks he still had to do it. Like he was the army's circus monkey and when he got out of the ice no one told him he could give up the act?!!!!!!???!? Like this is how I ok machine that convo going
Steve: (something patriotic)
Tony: why are you so goddamn pro-america all the f-ing time
Steve: it's my job!?!!!?????
Tony: Wha?
Steve: I was hired by the gov. to increase patriotism. I thought you knew this?
Tony: you know youre not still getting payed right?
Steve: Really? Great! F*ck america!!!! (Begins blasting American Idiot by Green Day)
Bucky: (shows up out of literally nowhere) *starts singing*
Steve: Bucky? where did you come from?
Bucky: Who the hell is Bucky?