@chelseablij Some more black and white photos for you. Plus some ramblings they inspired in me. 🙂
I get Old Hollywood AU vibes off these photos. Like maybe John is an ex-army doctor turned screenwriter not long back from WW2 and trying his luck in America, and there’s a murder on the set of his new film. Someone’s bumped off the leading man, but the studio, Stamford Productions, wants to avoid scandal. So their Head of Security, Greg Lestrade, brings in his old friend and renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes, currently visiting from London, to investigate.
John is instantly smitten by both the detective’s looks and intelligence. Sherlock, meanwhile, is intrigued by this brave but damaged man who isn’t intimidated by his genius but rather in awe of it. It’s a new experience for him, and a thrilling one at that, so he ropes John in to help him solve the mystery.
The film’s director, however, the controversial James Moriarty (a man who thinks of actors, and people in general, as mere puppets to be commanded to his will and calls himself ‘The Puppet Master’), known for his cruelty and debauchery as much as his brilliance, thinks Sherlock with his striking good looks and keen wit would make an excellent replacement for Philip Anderson, the late leading man. John doesn’t disagree with him, but he doesn’t want to look too closely at the sudden irrational feelings of irritation that feel just a little too much like jealousy for his comfort every time he sees Moriarty trying to ingratiate himself with Sherlock.
He’s also not too happy when it seems like the film’s leading lady, the latest upcoming starlet, It girl and all-round femme fatale, Irene Adler, is also making a play for Sherlock. But could she merely be trying to distract the detective and throw him off his game in an attempt to cover up her own complicity in the murder?
As the investigation unfolds new facts come to light about the victim. Sherlock discovers that not only was he a womaniser and gambler, but that he had a drug problem, much like Sherlock himself, and that he owed a great deal of money to a drug baron by the name of Frank Hudson. Frank’s wife, Martha, another British exile to Hollywood and former dancer with the Ziegfeld Follies, married him after a whirlwind romance, but now the initial attraction has worn off and, having seen her husband’s true colours, she lives in fear of him. Both John and Sherlock feel an immediate kinship with the slightly older woman who reminds them of home and brings out their protective instincts.
They also discover that the studio nurse, a feisty blonde and former secret agent, now calling herself Mary Morstan, was Frank Hudson’s connection at the studio, using her position there to supply his drugs to the actors, directors, etc. Could Anderson have been threatening to expose her role in Hudson’s drug empire, or details of her shady past, if she didn’t help him pay off his debt?
And then there’s the studio’s resident ‘script doctor’, a seemingly mousy little thing called Molly Hooper, who’s job it is to 'autopsy’ scripts that just aren’t working, to analyse what is falling flat within them and find a way to fix it. She was in love with the late actor and he played up to it because he knew she had the power to change scripts to his advantage, giving him more lines and screen time. But could finding out that he had not only been using her for his own ends, but had also been having an affair with her roommate, Sally Donovan, have caused the mouse to reveal hidden depths and turn on the man she professed to love? After all, still waters run deep and hell hath no fury…
Things come to a head with the arrival of Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft, from London, seeking to bring his brother back to England and away from what he fears may be an environment ripe with temptation for a recovering drug addict. His presence threatens to stall both the investigation and the fledgling friendship (and possibly more) between John and Sherlock.
Can they hold the man Sherlock has dubbed 'the British Government’, plus an assorted cast of sadistic, tyrannical directors, femme fatales, former spies, drug barons and women scorned at bay long enough to find the killer and reveal their feelings for each other? Or will the mystery of both Anderson’s murder and John and Sherlock’s hearts go unsolved? Not if Sherlock can help it…
I get so happy picturing Jimin and Jin and JK hanging out when they’re all in their 60′s - still singing and playing the guitar, still arm wrestling, JK still teasing Jin about how old he is, Jin still claiming ‘oldest privilege’, Jimin helplessly laughing at the antics of the other two, Jin still trying to feed Jimin huge bites bigger than his face…
most of all I can picture these three - still best buddies after so many years - hanging out in one big bundle of laughter and fun and jokes and teasing and friendship. And that’s beautiful just like they are.
I’m watching Anasazi and every time I do and it reaches this part, I have a mini meltdown because it’s series 2 and they should be married already. The X-Files has ruined my life and Mulder and Scully deserved good things and I hate Chris Carter and I’m 29 years old and why do I still care after all these years?
Charming asking if they could just portal everyone to The Enchanted Forest for a royal wedding at their castle though…THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT THOUGH!
Which is why those clips of them in the enchanted forest during the musical have my poor heart even more upset cuz why why why couldn’t we have it in the EF instead of on a rooftop in Storybrooke, meh.
I really wanted a Fairytale wedding for them, they deserve it!
So I’m not on the aro spectrum so I might be talking out my ass here, but, like, Travis has made it so clear that Magnus has had no interest in romance since losing Julia (and probably didn’t have any before meeting her, but that’s just my speculation) that I’ve kinda just been headcanoning that Magnus is demiromantic or grey-romantic… So it makes me kind of uncomfortable when I see people saying things like, “I ship Magnus with X because he deserves to love again” or implying that his disinterest in finding another romantic partner means there’s something broken inside of him. For one thing, it feels like it’s doing a disservice to Julia to imply that Magnus should be looking to replace her, but it also implies that Magnus can’t be whole without a romantic partner. And that’s just really icky to me in a lot of ways.