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It continually baffles me that Elementary isn’t mentioned very often on tumblr. It’s like four seasons of televised, well-done Sherlock Holmes fanfiction. Just for starters:

  • It casts the criminally under-appreciated Lucy Liu as the show’s version of Watson
  • The show’s creator has been holding the line for four years that Sherlock and Joan will NOT hook up because “it’s too easy,” and the show “doesn’t need it.”
  • It doesn’t downplay Sherlock’s (canonical) addiction to heroin, and in fact turns his recovery and continued sobriety into an issue he constantly struggles with
  • Sherlock’s character is well-balanced as a rude, arrogant, anti-social misanthrope who is still capable of being kind and treats those few he considers friends with respect
  • Likewise, Joan is intensely empathetic and nurturing to people in need, but does not tolerate bullshit (Sherlock’s especially) and is perfectly capable of beating up grown man a hundred pounds heavier than her with a police-baton
  • Sherlock teaches Joan cane-fighting (a fighting style he had in the books), and is an avid beekeeper (another detail from the books)
  • Sherlock and Joan share a pet turtle named Clyde. He paints.
  • The cast orbiting Sherlock and Joan are diverse, three dimensional, and exist as more than cannon fodder for Sherlock to prove his superiority at every turn.
  • Ms. Hudson is a trans woman (played by a trans actress) that cleans up Sherlock and Joan’s place when she’s not cohabitating with her sugar daddies
  • The mysteries are pretty cool and creative detective stories
  • Lucy Liu herself has said that a non-sexual relationship is more “dynamic” and “interesting” to play and considers the lack of romance between them a “sacred” part of the characters
  • The show is unabashedly practical when it comes to sexuality: Sherlock has arrangements with women that are non-romantic but respectful, and has suggested that Joan is “dissatisfied” with traditional relationships and might be more inclined to an open or even polyamorous relationship
  • I can’t even ruin it but just…Moriarty is magnificent
  • Again: a male and a female lead in a deep, significant platonic relationship based on mutual respect.
At night when everyone is silent and everything is still, I lie in the darkness of my windowless room, the place where they exile me from the community of their heart, and search the unmoving blackness to see if I can find my way home. I tell myself stories, write poems, record my dreams. In my journal I write—I belong in this place of words. This is my home. This dark, bone black inner cave where I am making a world for myself.
—  bell hooks

anonymous asked:

I'll be forever angry with JP&KW. literally stelena could have been endgame in the last episode without nina's involvement in a whole season. it would still make more sense that this crap we've got. they could kill off Damon, wake up Elena, S&E would mourn damon's death obvs but they could move on with their lives eventually ,go to different medschools and after years bump into each in mystic falls again( ofc I exluded steroline wedding).They weren't together since s4but still loved each other.

It’s a silly excuse. They literally threw Klaus/Caroline a bone. Stefan and Elena hooking up would be less of a stretch.

Hi Cassie, My questions is about Camille. At what point does she fall in love with Ralf Scott? I assume it’s after Magnus Bane leaves London the first time, but I’m not sure. She seems relatively neutral about hurting Ralf by flirting with Magnus before he leaves, so that’s why I assume it to be after Magnus leaves. Also, does she help lay the groundwork for Praetor Lupus for love of him? Finally, do you think losing Ralf is the reason she becomes so cold-blooded (if you’ll forgive the pun)? As everyone has said, you’re a talented, imaginative writer with a great way of making dialogue into poetry. I was in the Navy when I was handed your “City of Bones” and was hooked, because it took me away from the heavy task the military can sometimes bring to bear on sailors, but especially female ones. So, thank you - for every time you write a new book, you give me relief from daily life. With admiration, Celesitie — seawindwaves

First, thanks for the super nice note! Okay, this only makes sense if you’ve read “Vampires, Scones and Edmund Herondale” but that’s fine. I’ve always enjoyed writing Camille: she’s not very nice, but I enjoy her self-interest and ambition.

Camille was fond of Ralf when they met in 1857 (during the events of Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale), but she did not fall in love with him until after Magnus had left London. She somewhat dismissed him at first as a young upstart, and we see that in VSEH. 

Camille guarded her secrets vigilantly. Only she knew exactly how losing Ralf changed her. (There are those who would argue that she already had a cold heart!) However, we can infer that losing Ralf was devastating to her. During TID, she’s willing to put herself in considerable danger in order to exact revenge.

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summary: Six glimpses depicting different kisses between our wonderful lead characters.
a/n: A present for @mari-victal for all her wonderful fanart pieces of my stories the past few days. I honestly cannot believe she’s producing such wonderful adaptations of my stories, and I wanted to write this as a little thank-you to her. I’m pretty sure this won’t measure up to HOW much I want to thank you for all your wonderful art pieces, but hopefully it’s a start? Either way, to you and the rest of those reading this, I hope you enjoy!


1. The Kiss To Blow Away Expectations

Fresh into the nights of Paris, the persona of Ladybug cultivated her strength through little more than youthful adrenaline and milky-white bones hooking on a sense of duty alone. Through the streets, she bloomed, a red rose tacked onto the black skies plastered over the skies of the world.

And he was a lucky enough observer to fight by her side. Three nights, and his interest formed into enamour. 

“Another fine job, my Lady.” He perched on the edge of the rooftop, as she drew her yoyo back to the side of her hip.

She swerved on her heel, and put a hand on her hip. “My Lady? Where did that come from?”

Chat Noir shrugged. “It seemed fitting of you.”

Her brow rose, which was then unceremoniously followed by a small giggle. “Uh-huh, I see. No offense, though, but you don’t exactly strike me as the ‘gentlemanly’ type, Chat. Are you being serious right now?”

Is that so?

Gently, and without a word, he sank to one knee, and took her hand in his. She watched him, curiously poking through those orbs of blue, and he barely restrained a smile as he pressed a kiss to the front of her gloved knuckles. 

“My Lady, I am purrfectly serious.”

She snatched her hand away with a laugh. “Dumb kitty. Go home before you start forgetting who you are!”

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