There is only one real Garrideb. There is only one real Watson.

Mark Gatiss recently said that they nicknamed TST “The Three Watsons.” If this is in reference to the Garridebs story he and Moffat love so much, then here’s a very telling fact for anyone who hasn’t read the canon, or has forgotten: 

There is only one real Garrideb.

The villain, James Winter / aka Morecroft / aka Killer Evans invents the other two in an effort to lure recluse Nathan Garrideb from his home, which houses valuable counterfeit machinery and money.  Killer Evans creates a story about a wealthy American named Garrideb whose fortune will only be divided after his death once three men with his unusual name are gathered together.

The “Three Garridebs” are:

1. Nathan Garrideb : the recluse, and the only real Garrideb.

2. John Garrideb : “Killer Evans” posing as a friend and ally to his own ends.

3. Howard Garrideb : a third fictional Garrideb Evans creates (and whom we never see) to trick Nathan Garrideb into leaving his home vulnerable. 

The “Three Watsons” are:

1. John Watson : the only real Watson.

2. Mary Watson : a criminal and killer posing as a friend and ally to her own ends.

3. Baby Watson : a third fictional Watson that Mary creates (and whom we never see) to trick John Watson into leaving [Sherlock] vulnerable.

“Killer Evans” shoots Nathan Garrideb.

Mary Watson will shoot John Watson. 

Les Misérables Character Asks

Azelma: Who is your role model?

Babet: Do you lose things often?

Bahorel: Have you ever been in a fight?

Bishop Myriel: What is the last random act of kindness you did?

Bossuet: What is the unluckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Claquesous:  Tell us a secret about you.

Combeferre: What is the coolest random fact you know?

Cosette: What are 3 things you like about yourself? 

Courfeyrac: Do you have a crush?

Enjolras: What is your vision of an ideal world?

Éponine: What’s something you miss about your childhood? 

Fantine: What’s the biggest sacrifice you’ve made for someone?

Fauchelevent:  What has someone (or something) done to make you change your opinion about them?

Feuilly:  What is something that your proud of that you had to work hard to achieve?

Floréal:  Have you ever had to chose money/stability over love? 

Gavroche: Do you trust your instincts?

Gibelotte: Do you have a nickname?

Grantaire: What is one thing that inspires you? 

Gueulemer: If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

Javert: What is something you try to live your life by?

Jehan: What’s your aesthetic?

Joly: Are you superstitious?

Louison: Name five things you couldn’t live without.

Marius: Do you speak more than 1 language? If so, which ones? 

Montparnasse: What’s the laziest thing you’ve ever done? 

Musichetta: If you could ask your future self anything, what would you ask?

Napoléon: Who is someone (or something) you like that everyone else hates? (Or vice-versa?)

Thénardier: How far are you willing to go to get what you want?

Tholomyès: Have you ever ghosted someone? 

Ursula: Are you frequently mistaken for someone else?

Valjean: Have you ever been punished for doing the right thing?

calmisgood  asked:

It's weekend! And I'm feeling really great today!So there is not one word, there are (oh, can you here the drum roll?).....Three words for day three!

And here they are: beautiful,wonderful,magical 💞

okay here it is. 

Harry snuck into the auditorium after the lights have already gone down, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realized the concert hadn’t quite started yet, even though the children were already lined up on the risers on stage.  He slotted himself in with the other latecomers standing along the back wall, unwinding his scarf from around his neck and letting his i’m-gonna-be-so-fucking-late adrenaline drain out of his body.

“Don’t worry,” the man to his left whispered, his eyes crinkling up at the corners when Harry turned his head, “you’re basically right on time.” The man nodded toward the choir director up on stage. “Mr. Janis always likes to give a very thorough introduction to the year’s music.”

Harry huffed out a soft laugh, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat and trying not to sneak another sideways glance.  The man next to him was attractive – very attractive – his flawless cheekbones thrown into sharp relief by the light leaking in from the hall.    

He’s probably a parent.  A very married parent.  Harry chastised himself, balling up his fists inside his pockets and making sure to pick out his niece, Evelyn, from amongst the sea of faces before the singing began.  

“Our journey this year has been…” Mr. Janis paused, placing a hand over his heart as though overcome by some serious emotion, “beautiful… magical… wonderful…”

Harry smiled at the ground when he heard the man next to him snort and then whisper the next few words along with the choir director, mimicking the sweeping arm motion that accompanied them. “And we’re so glad to get you share it with all of you…”

Cheekbones kept Harry entertained for most the concert, making very quiet, but snarky asides about Mr. Janis and his entirely too predictable program choices – “he alllllways does carol of the bells” –  and biased solo distribution system – “oh wow, another one of the good-looking teens, who could have predicted!”.  What got Harry the most, though, were the sheepish half-smiles they shared when they made eye contact during the gorgeous, multi-layered arrangement of Silent Night and realized they were both teared up.  

Harry’s heart flipped over in his chest when the lights came on after the final bows, and it turn out Mr. Attractive was even more attractive than he’d even realized, his bright blue eyes smiling up at Harry as people filed out of the auditorium around them.

“I’m Louis,” he said, extending a hand.  

Harry swallowed and took it, hoping his palm wasn’t too sweaty.  “Harry.”

“You got a kid up there?” Louis asked.  

“Yeah – sort of.  I mean, well, no – yes,“ Harry blushed, watching Louis’s eyes crinkle up again, amusement clear on his beautiful face. “A niece,” he coughed into hand, “my niece.”

Louis smiled.  “What a good uncle.”

Harry shrugged, rolling his eyes at himself. “Barely made it on time. “

“But you made it…” Louis pointed out, still smiling.

They stood together in silence for a few beats, and Harry’s heartbeat accelerated every time Louis shifted his weight.  

He’s gonna leave.  You are too awkward.  He’s gonna leave!  Harry’s mind was going a mile a minute, but he couldn’t seem to find a single thing to say.  Questions.  Questions.  Ask him questions.   

“Why are you here?” he demanded, his eyes going wide with horror as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Louis just burst out laughing, putting a comforting hand on Harry’s forearm in response.  “I work here,” he said, his smile turning into a grin, “and I went here.  And my siblings go here.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.  “I practically live here.  That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh,” Harry said, “Okay.”

“Yeah,” Louis said, laughing, his body was curved toward Harry’s in open flirtation.  “You wanna get some punch before the kids come out and drink it all?”

Harry nodded, flushing like he’d just been asked on a date.  It really felt like he’d been asked on a date.  

“Great,” Louis beamed, like Harry had just agreed to one.  

They kept sneaking glances at each other as they wended their way through the crowd, and Harry only came back down to Earth when they got to the refreshments table and he remembered why his sister hadn’t already accosted him.  She was serving punch.     

“Well, well, well,” Gemma said, her eyes sparkling and flicking back and forth between Harry and Louis.  “I see you met Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Yep,” Louis said, proudly, “Yes, he did!”

The stigma surrounding people with mental illness, especially in our desi community, needs to be erased. We need to be the generation of self love, patience, and understanding. We need to be able to hear someone’s cries for help rather than silencing them. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING wrong with getting help. There is nothing wrong with having to take medication, having to get treatment, having to sit down with your family to tell them that things aren’t okay. We need each other. No one should have to fight that battle alone. Remember this especially during the holidays please.

I wanted to add the full version of Kii deeply thinking. For a parasite, he turned out super cute in this–

if you had asked me 5 years ago what i thought i’d be doin today, my answer would not have been “living with my kind and gentle partner, taking a drunk pee while eating a rice krispy treat”, it would have been “dead”

but let me tell you

this rice krispy treat is dope and my partner is sleeping soundly and its raining outside and i am proud of myself for fighting every goddamn day for even a bit of happiness


Experimenting. ONE FACE, 2 STYLES, 2 COLORSETS. 1x2x2x4x??????

(Sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for a week. Decided to get some extra hours at work and HOO BOY THAT WAS A MISTAKE FOR ART PRODUCTIVITY)

a lot of people suggested i block him and i did. i wonder what his response will be to everything…i don’t wish him ill, but i will admit i’m very upset he assumed something about me and almost acted as if he were the superior adult giving advice to a child on how to act. 

maybe it’s just me but i got “im talking down to you” vibes??? it could just be me. anyway the messages were very nice and helped me not feel bad about blocking him. i just…don’t want to talk to a man so much older than me, especially when he assumed something so wrongly. 

When you’re genuinely conflicted because you want more badass female characters leading games but you really, REALLY were looking forward to seeing more of a badass with a Boston accent going on some grand adventure with a “goddamn” old man……

still have to fix the god awful texture on the actual boots, buuut i was pretty satisifed with how the textures for the ice crystal, snowflake, and steel toe came out. plus the little 3d detail.

going to probbaly completely redo the actual boots texture and everything. editing stuff in zbrush without uvmapping it first before you send it is not fun T_T.

you can create some awesome ass normal maps using zbrush though ;u.

will probably have a final render ready tomorrow after work. thenn onto the next one ;u.