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[Jeremy Brett] was Sherlock Holmes for ten years, and made 36 hour long episodes, and five feature-length specials. And he did all this while struggling with manic-depressive disorder, cardiomyopathy, and dyslexia. He continued playing Holmes even as his heart grew to twice its normal size, his general health and appearance deteriorated, and he had such trouble breathing that he needed an oxygen mask on set.

His only comment?

“But darlings, the show must go on.“

And he was bisexual. He married Anna Massey, though they divorced four years later. After that, he entered a committed relationship with Gary Bond  for seven years, part of which they lived together in Notting Hill. He was later in a romantic relationship with Paul Shenar, which lasted five years. His last publicly known relationship was his marriage to Joan Sullivan Wilson, until her death nine years later.


So next time someone gives you shit for your sexuality, you tell them the quintessential Sherlock Holmes was bisexual and he was more brilliant than they could ever hope to be. (x)

Who is in Control - Part 6

Summary:
10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1600+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Present characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, OMC Patrick O’Malley
Chapter: 5/??
Chapter name: You Trust Me
Warnings: Semi-nudity (Is it a warning? I don’t know); reader is a bit sassy; telekinesis display; poor Patrick never gives up. It’s an incredibly soft chapter guys, don’t worry. 

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It took almost an hour for Bucky to find Y/N, and she was literally in the middle of the massage Tony had scheduled the previous night.

He came into her room without caring about the guy massaging the woman and sat down on her bed.

“You trust me.” He stated.

Y/N smirked.

“Well…yeah.”

They went silent for a while, until she interrupted the masseuse.

“You can go, thank you” She said, wrapping herself in the towel while getting up.

After the man left, she was finally alone with Bucky, who refuse to look in her direction, and didn’t fail to notice he had quite a lot of blood in his cheeks.  

“We’re going shopping, so we can buy you new clothes.” She told him. “Half of your clothes are from Steve, and the other half are older than my father. The only exception is your uniform, and you hardly ever wear it.”

He wasn’t looking at her, so she grabbed his chin and fixed his piercing eyes on hers.

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“I won’t bite you if you look at me, Bucky.”

He stood up and walked away, leaving the Stark alone, and she sighed.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.” She called, letting the towel fall.  

“Yes, miss?”

“I’m leaving in 30 minutes.” She told him. “I’d like my car to be ready.”

“Which one would you like?”

“Pick your favorite.”

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Devon’s older brother. Bradley Allen Lorentz. Lol…uh the butt pic was kind of a request during live stream. He’s in law enforcement. Has a lovely wife and is very down to earth unlike his uptight little brother. Heck he’s completly opposite of his brother in most ways. While Devon’s attitude tends to drive people away from him Bradley doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And what about our sheep?” she said. “I won’t believe you’re really sorry until I see the sheep come back!”
There was a bleating from the paddock. She ran out to the bottom of the garden and looked through the hedge.
The sheep was coming back, backward and at high speed. It jerked to a halt a little way from the hedge and dropped down as the little men let it go. One of the red-headed men appeared for a moment on its head. He huffed on a horn, polished it with his kilt, and vanished in a blur.

– the return of the sheep | Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

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The Red Headed League - Locations

This story is a mixed bag of places that existed and ones that didn’t.  This one got kind of long.  Here is what I could find…

Top Row - Fleet Street (The specific address doesn’t exist)

Quote:  “To THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE. - On account of the bequest of the late Ezekiah Hopkins, of Lebanon, Penn., U.S.A. there is now another vacancy open which entitles a member of the League to a salary of four pounds a week for purely nominal services. All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind, and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible. Apply in person on Monday, at eleven o'clock, to Duncan Ross, at the offices of the League, 7 Pope’s Court, Fleet Street.”

2nd Row - A Map showing Holmes & Watson’s “Working” Ramble between “Aldersgate Station” and St. James Concert Hall (2.5 miles)

Quote: “We travelled by the Underground as far as Aldersgate (Renamed Barbican Station in the 1960′s); and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square (fictional or not on official map), the scene of the singular story which we had listened to in the morning. 

Then later…

Quote: “Sherlock Holmes was not very communicative during the long drive, and lay back in the cab humming the tunes which he had heard in the afternoon. We rattled through an endless labyrinth of gas-lit streets until we emerged into Farringdon Street.” (Farringdon is marked in purple on the map above)

3rd Row Left - Exterior of St. James Concert Hall

3rd Row Right - Interior of St. James Concert Hall

Quote: ‘Sarasate plays at the St. James’s Hall this afternoon,’ he remarked. 'What do you think, Watson? Could your patients spare you for a few hours?’

'I have nothing to do to-day. My practice is never very absorbing.’

'Then put on your hat, and come. I am going through the City first, and we can have some lunch on the way. I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the programme, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. Come along!’

4th Row Left & Right - Programs from St. James Concert Hall

5th Row Left - King Edward Street (Modern Day)

Quote: I was staggered, sir. I did not know what to do. Then I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-headed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I asked him who Mr. Duncan Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him.

’"Well,” said I, “the gentleman at No. 4.”

’“What, the red-headed man?”

’“Yes.”

’“Oh,” said he, “his name was William Morris. He was a solicitor, and was using my room as a temporary convenience until his new premises were ready. He moved out yesterday.”

’“Where could I find him?”

’“Oh, at his new offices. He did tell me the address. Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St. Paul’s.”

'I started off, Mr. Holmes, but when I got to that address it was a manufactory of artificial knee-caps, and no one in it had ever heard of either Mr. William Morris, or Mr. Duncan Ross.’

5th Row Right - King Edward Street (Christ Church Greyfriars Garden)

  • Note: King Edward Street was heavily damaged during the Blitz in 1940, and the only remaining facade is the memorial garden pictured above.  It doesn’t have anything to do with the story, I just thought it was a nice way of preserving history.

6th Row - Farringdon Street (Where John Clay was Caught)

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A Few Of My Favorite Things…

1. The Color Red

2. Men in Tights

3. Good-Looking Men

4. Red-Headed Men

5. A Combination Of All Of The Above…

Greg Rutherford…A Good-Looking, Red-Headed Man In Red Tights!

Woof, Baby!

The Monk, The Wizard, and The GM's Revenge - A DnD Tale

So this has been my first real DnD campaign. We started out with five in the party, but then our two guys (brothers who work at the same job) had to go on hiatus due to busy schedules. So we ended up with just me and my female human paladin of Pelor, my friend with her female goliath death monk of the Raven Queen, and our GM with her female mute minotaur bard, who was mostly there for support (and comedic value).

Our GM probably should have learned her lesson after our first session with just these three, wherein we faced a dragon in a dream/vision swamp and took it down far faster than she was expecting. But the GM shook it off and said things would be harder in the next part.

Two sessions later, we succeeded in tracking down Braegg, the evil wizard guy who had been having all the red-headed elf men of nearby Silvervale killed for some mysterious reason. My paladin was just there to avenge their deaths and stop a madman, but the monk was out for blood because Braegg had tried to kill our party before my character showed up.

Our GM set things up beautifully. Braegg was at the other end of the room. He summoned a weird electrical storm centered around a rune-covered staff held by a statue in the middle of the room, and used totems to bring up a bunch of skeletons. It was shaping up to be an interesting fight.

Let me tell you something about our monk: her player had already established the fact that her goliath is insanely acrobatic (like monks do). She is also pretty much our powerhouse. She likes to charge straight in. And, in-character, she was really, really ticked off at Braegg.

So basically, on her first turn, the monk bolted the entire length of the room, dealing damage to every enemy she passed, and basically punched Braegg in the face. She also got to add a flurry of blows. Then the player used an Action Point so that she could use ANOTHER move, which was Very Effective. And to top it all off, yet another flurry of blows.

By the end of her turn, the monk had 1HKO’d Braegg, as well as four of the five skeletons.

We finished the whole fight in about two more rounds (to finish off the last skeleton and stop the lightning bolts shooting from the ceiling), and got some cool prizes out of the deal, including a Rod of Lightning and two magical horses. We were feeling pretty awesome, and our GM was in complete disbelief.

Of course, this is not the end of the story. Our GM was so frustrated by our easy defeat of her boss fight that two sessions later, she brought Braegg back as a ghost just to get a few punches in. His main target was our monk. The monk almost died and was bloodied three times; it was the first time our party wasn’t able to move from their starting spots for more than one turn, because the paladin and the bard were desperately trying to keep the monk alive. Finally they beat the three ghost-things that were directly attacking them, and the monk was able to vault up onto the roof where the wizard-ghost Braegg was waiting and punch him. And it still took my paladin stabbing him in the mouth with her Rod of Lightning and using Ribbons of Radiance and THEN another attack by our monk to take him out.

And then immediately after the encounter ended, all of the ghosts started recoalescing and pretty soon there was a ghost army. Our entire party (by this point two goliaths, the human, the minotaur, and three half-elf kids, if you count all the NPCs) piled onto the two horses we had and ran for their lives.

By the end of the session, everyone everywhere had been run out of town and the place was overrun with weird ghost creatures, whose presence will presumably be explained in the next session.

The Moral: it’s awesome to have a really good turn and deal max damage and take out the bad guy all in one go, but just remember that your GM will probably have vengeance in the end.

(But let’s be honest, it’s not a moral any of us are probably going to learn from.)

My weekly fanart got delayed due to me being sick. 

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Jon x Sansa | Winter Olympics AU 

Jon Snow expects the usual from his fourth and – maybe – final Olympics: the thrill of playing on the world stage; a medal for his team, hopefully gold; and endless sex- and booze-filled parties that culminate in him waking up in bed with nameless foreign women. Jon expects victory, glory, casual hook-ups, maybe even an orgy or two – whatever happens in the Olympic Village stays in the Olympic Village, as the saying goes. But Sochi turns out to be different. A chance encounter with Sansa Stark – first-time Olympian, talented figure skater and, more importantly, sister of his Penguins teammate Robb – leads to a one-night stand in his room. And then another one. And another. Nights spent together bleed into days and days turn into weeks and Jon realizes that he doesn’t want this to end with the Olympics.   

“And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.
‘No - no - no!’ someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!’
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.” 
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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