privat yacht

Holmes is framed in the open window, watching the carriage. Watson comes up behind him.


HOLMES: “Quiet. I’m trying to read a personal message.”

WATSON: “A message?”

The carriage is moving away from the hotel. Ilse/Gabrielle has her parasol over her shoulder, and it opens and closes, opens and closes. She continues to signal with the parasol, unnoticed by Mycroft [who is with her in the carriage].

Watson is straining forward to see out the window.

WATSON: “What is she saying?”

HOLMES (slowly): “Auf Wiedersehn.”


HOLMES (holding up envelope): “H'mmm. A letter from the Diogenes Club.”

[…] He has slit open the envelope. Watson watches him curiously as he reads the letter, but Holmes’ face remains expressionless. Slowly he puts down the letter, rises, crosses to the window, stands there staring out into the wintry street.

Letter: “ Dear Sherlock, my sources in Tokyo inform me that Ilse/Gabrielle von Hoffmanstal was arrested last week by the Japanese counter-intelligence service for spying on naval installations in Yokohama harbour. After a secret trial, she was summarily executed by a firing squad. It might interest you to know that she had been living in Japan these past few months under the name of Mrs. Ashdown [name she used when she pretended to be married to Holmes while investigating]. Sincerely, Mycroft.”


WATSON: “Holmes – I’m terribly sorry about this.”

HOLMES (quietly, without turning): “Where is it, Watson?”

WATSON (after a beat): “In the files. May to July, 1885.”

Holmes turns to the bookshelves above the desk. From a row of similar volumes, he slides out the three files marked MAY, JUNE, and JULY 1885. Actually, it’s the medical bag, standing on end, with the spines of three volumes pasted on the bottom.

He sets the bag down on the desk, opens it, takes out a bottle of cocaine. Watson watches him with compassion as he crosses to his bedroom with his cocaine, goes in, shuts the door.

[…] From Holmes’ bedroom comes the sound of a melancholy tune being played on the violin. […] The violin music continues, infinitely romantic, infinitely sad. 

(All quotes are from the original “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes” script)


I’m really, really glad Mofftiss decided against such an ending in “A Scandal in Belgravia”.

Porto Katsiki - Greece 

Porto Katsiki is a beach located on the island of Lefkada, in the Ionian Sea. The beach is most famous for its white cliffs, and bright blue water. The beach is a 35km drive from the city of Lefkada. Steps lead down from the top of the cliff, to where sun lounges and beach umbrellas are set up. 

The area is a popular place for private yachts to stop for the day, and also attracts boat trips and water taxis from other nearby islands. 

knbreactions  asked:

Hello :) up to how many characters can I request? But anyways, headcanons on what GOM+Tanaka+Ogiwara would do in summer?

Hey! Thanks for the request, I truly enjoyed writing this! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ More under the cut! 🍑


  • As per his father’s suggestion, he works at his family’s company for the summer. His job consists of mostly paperwork.
  • Visits his mother’s grave more often. Truthfully, he’d visit everyday if he could. Leaves her with a bouquet of peonies every time.
  • Travels abroad (for leisure) at least once. While he does fly internationally to nearby countries such as Singapore and Hong Kong for business meetings, Akashi absolutely loves visiting Europe during the summer.
  • Visits historical monuments in Europe: Anne Frank’s house, the Leaning Tower, Vatican City, etc
  • INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOY Quite a few foreign girls he spoke to (asking for directions mostly) found him cute, he’s just so much of a gentleman
  • He also keeps a travel log/diary for his musings. And yes, he goes on trips alone, unless one of his friends want to tag along. (Kuroko actually went on a short trip to Bangkok with him as they had the same flight so might as well hang out right?)
  • Buys souvenirs for his friends abroad
  • Sends Kuroko and Midorima postcards because he knows they’re probably the only ones who’ll treasure it lol
  • Buys Momoi the Ladurée macarons she’s been craving for from Paris
  • Contrary to what most people think, he travels more often with the Rakuzan team due to their summer training programs cross-country or overseas
  • During the beach trip with the rest of GOM, he mostly hung out under a huge parasol, playing shots with Midorima
  • Participates in a sandcastle building competition and wins first place
  • Hold a party in his private yacht

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Dr. Brinkley and his Miracle Goat Testicle Cure 

In 1917 Dr. John Brinkley was a factory physician employed by Swift Meatpacking Company in Milford Kansas. It was there that he observed the incredible energy and friskiness of goats before they were slaughtered. Two years later Dr. Brinkley had his own private practice and was treating a local farmer named Sttitsworth, who complained of virility and libido problems. Brinkley joked that the patient needed a ‘goat gland transplant’, at which point Sttitsworth responded, “So, Doc, put ‘em in. Transplant ‘em.” Brinkley thought to himself, “Hey, why not!” Brinkley wasn’t a real doctor. He had bought his medical degree from a diploma mill and was only qualified to practice medicine in a couple of states. Before earning his “degree”, he made his living selling quack medical cures with a traveling group of con men.

Dr. Brinkely went ahead with the procedure and implanted a piece of goat testicle into the farmer’s testicles. He charged a sum of $150 for his services. Roughly nine months later, Sttitworth’s wife had a baby and he began spreading the word of Dr. Brinkley’s miracle cure. Dr. Brinkley opened a clinic offering the treatment for both men and women for the hefty sum of $750. At the time, the yearly average family income was around $1,200. Soon he was implanting entire goat gonads into men and near the ovaries of women. Despite the high cost, his procedure became famous. His highest profile patients included the Chancellor of the University of Chicago Law School and Harry Chandler, owner of the Los Angeles Times.

At his height, Dr. Brinkley owned a mansion with a 16 acre estate, a fleet of Cadillac’s, a yacht, a private airplane, and two radio stations. He also created the National Dr. Brinkley Pharmaceutical Association which sold quack remedies to pharmacies (water with blue dye).

The problem with Dr. Brinkley’s fame was that it attracted the attention of real medical professionals. Morris Fishbein, editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association, began writing numerous articles claiming that Brinkley was a quack and a fraud. In 1930, the AMA convinced the state of Kansas to pull Brinkley’s medical certification. Dr. Brinkley actually had the nerve to run for governor twice in an attempt to get it back.

In 1938, Fishbein published the book “Modern Medical Charlatans”, revealing how Dr. Brinkley’s treatment had no basis in science or medicine.  At best, the testicles would be recognized as foreign objects and absorbed into the body. Some patients even died from his implants. It was also revealed that Dr. Brinkley conducted his operations in unsanitary conditions, often while intoxicated. Brinkley sued Fishbein for libel, but lost with the jury stating, “Dr. Brinkley should be considered a charlatan and a quack in the ordinary, well-understood meaning of those words”.

The ruling opened a floodgate of lawsuits and judgments against him amounted to $3 million. The IRS began investigating him for tax evasion and the US Postal Service for mail fraud. Brinkley died in 1942, a broken and penniless man.

Miss you, SWIFT

Hi Taylor,

Um, well…just needing to put down in writing how much you are missed. Nope, this doesn’t mean you are not entitled to time off. God knows if anyone ever earned it, it’s you. I do hope, with all my heart, that you are enjoying this time away from the spotlight. Sometimes, I try to imagine where you are. :)) Here are 13 guesses:

In Morocco, sitting at an outdoor cafe’ listening to falling raindrops.

In the studio in NYC, Nashville, or LA or maybe all three recording TS6, a jazz album.

Holed up at Mama Swift’s house with the kitties, drinking Starbucks coffee, playing board games with family and friends, and loving on your Dalmatian siblings.

In your NYC residence binge watching Law & Order SVU and ordering food delivery every day.

At a commune in Virginia, wearing bohemian dresses, spending hours at a time in lush green fields making wildflower crowns.

In Nepal, climbing Mt. Everest.

Swimming the English Channel.

Songwriting with Dolly at her Tennessee mountain home in the Great Smoky Mountains.

Opening a Cat Clinic in Idaho.

Painting watercolors in Tuscany.

Baking cookies in Barcelona.

On a beach in Greece.

Sailing around the world on your private yacht, Fearless.

Wherever you are and whatever you may be doing, here’s hoping you are having the time of your life!! Stop by and visit us soon. We’ll even sing for you…Welcome back to tumblr, it’s been waiting for you…🎼🎼🎼