the complete adventures of sherlock holmes

Lots of people, including myself, have included “read more books” on their list of New Year’s Resolutions. So I thought I’d compile some book recommendations to provide you guys with inspiration! In no particular order, here’s a list of 101 books I’ve read and loved.


  1. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (my all-time favorite!)
  2. Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
  3. The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
  4. Sabriel by Garth Nix
  5. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
  6. Room by Emma Donoghue
  7. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
  8. I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson
  9. A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
  10. The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
  11. The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom
  12. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
  13. Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill
  14. The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope
  15. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe
  16. Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys
  17. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
  18. Inside Out and Back Again by Thanhha Lai
  19. Animal Farm by George Orwell
  20. Wild Awake by Hilary T. Smith (an underrated but oh-so-beautiful book)
  21. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
  22. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
  23. The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein
  24. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling (duh)
  25. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
  26. Uglies by Scott Westerfeld
  27. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  28. Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O’Dell
  29. The Odyssey by Homer (I recommend the Robert Fagles translation)
  30. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
  31. It by Stephen King
  32. Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
  33. All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven
  34. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (even better if you can read it in the original French!)
  35. The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
  36. Savvy by Ingrid Law
  37. The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
  38. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
  39. Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
  40. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne
  41. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
  42. The Once and Future King by T.H. White
  43. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
  44. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
  45. The Odds of Loving Grover Cleveland by Rebekah Crane
  46. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
  47. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
  48. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
  49. Hunger by Knut Hamsun
  50. Out of My Mind by Sharon M. Draper
  51. The World According to Garp by John Irving
  52. Macbeth by William Shakespeare
  53. The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway
  54. Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (love, love, love!)
  55. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
  56. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
  57. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
  58. The Help by Kathryn Stockett
  59. A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
  60. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
  61. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
  62. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
  63. It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini
  64. 1984 by George Orwell
  65. The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
  66. Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli
  67. The Paper Magician by Charlie N. Holmberg
  68. The Sympathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen
  69. It Can’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis (a book whose message is especially relevant in light of the recent election)
  70. Lucky Boy by Shanthi Sekaran


  1. Born a Crime by Trevor Noah
  2. When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi
  3. Where You Go Is Not Who You’ll Be by Frank Bruni (a must-read for anyone stressed out about college admissions and the Ivy League hype)
  4. Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow
  5. The Reason I Jump by Naoki Higashida
  6. salt. by Nayyirah Waheed
  7. Killing the Rising Sun by Bill O'Reilly
  8. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
  9. The Princess Saves Herself in this One by Amanda Lovelace
  10. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls
  11. Night by Elie Wiesel
  12. Ariel by Sylvia Plath
  13. Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance
  14. A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn
  15. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom (this is the memoir that baby memoirs want to be when they grow up)
  16. Cosmos by Carl Sagan
  17. Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman
  18. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
  19. The Ethics of Ambiguity by Simone de Beauvoir
  20. Black Skin, White Masks by Frantz Fanon
  21. How to Become a Straight‑A Student by Cal Newport
  22. The Color of Water by James McBride
  23. A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
  24. Shoe Dog by Phil Knight
  25. We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
  26. The Road to Character by David Brooks
  27. Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell (all of Gladwell’s books are great tbh)
  28. The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown
  29. Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand
  30. No Matter the Wreckage by Sarah Kay
  31. Our Numbered Days by Neil Hilborn

P.S. If you’re trying to read more in 2017, check out my posts about goal-setting and habits!

Thanks for reading! If you have questions, feedback, or post requests, feel free to drop me an ask.

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Sophia :)

Text vs Subtext, the invisible struggle

Have you ever felt like the text in Sherlock is telling you one thing while the subtext is telling you the exact opposite?

Because that’s the impression I keep having since Season 4.

If we focus only on The Final Problem alone, we keep hitting this wall and the ending brings the conflict to its paroxysm.

“Who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legends, the stories, the adventures.”

These final words from our Mary-narrator drove us mad. No, who you are does matter, Moffat told us for years this was a show about a detective and not a detective show. This is a complete turnabout, what happened to the story we love?

And yet that’s what the text tells us but the subtext? The subtext is telling a very different story:

Play you, Eurus said, but when did Sherlock play Sherlock Holmes? Only at the very end, when Sherlock finally gets what Eurus wanted.

This melody doesn’t come from nowhere, it’s what Eurus was playing while Sherlock was about to meet her. It was the very first notes we heard, the melody she repeats when he finally sees her.

Such beautiful music, Sherlock said to the guards, Eurus said it was right. Maybe it’s both but they can grasp only one aspect separately.

When Eurus gave him the violin and asked him to play ‘you,’ what she meant was: I’ve given you the melody and the instrument, this is you, play it now. Sadly Sherlock didn’t understand that she had already given him the answer. It’s only at the end he does, only when both participants, Sherlock and Eurus, two sides of him, are working in unison that the melody is complete.

The melody is Sherlock Holmes, this is a duet, finally this is ‘Who you really are’. Sherlock has integrated what Eurus is, she is his emotions and he’s accepted his identity, completely.

At the same time Mary is telling us that who Sherlock and John really are doesn’t matter, the music is screaming the exact opposite.

Yes, Mary has taken over the narrative, she’s telling us what we’re supposed to think now but the subtext?

The subtext is resisting.

Mary is telling us what John and Sherlock are is irrelevant but the part she’s trying to repress, Sherlock’s emotional side, Eurus, is having none of it.

In fact, whenever you add Eurus in the equation, she thwarts the narrative’s plans, Mary’s plans every time:

  • The Six Thatchers could be called: the story in which John is a side character. Mary takes John’s place as Sherlock’s sidekick, she intrudes in the first half and completely manages to make the whole second half revolve around her. The one moment John finally manages to be somehow relevant, where John isn’t passive is when he interacts with E.
  • Oh yes, Mary’s brillant plan… we could say it worked, mostly. She’s commented everything John was doing, she’s told Sherlock what to do. John is just playing his part, whether he is aware of it or not. Mary told Sherlock to ‘save John Watson’, he isn’t the deuteragonist really, he has become the real case. But for all her brillant plan and omnipresence in the episode, Mary didn’t quite manage to have the last word. Sherlock and John have their catharctic moment because there was a woman on the bus. E is the real reason they manage to fix everything. It’s not Mary’s super difficult case and John saving Sherlock, it’s John confessing his guilt that saved him. E is the last straw that pushed him to finally cry and heal. And then Eurus shot him, she didn’t let Mary’s presence be the last thing on our mind.
  • The Final Problem, Mary is talking and with Sherlock she’s giving her narrative the middle finger by playing the exact opposite.

“Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes and the doctor who never came home from the war.”

No, Sherlock isn’t just a junkie and John told Mary he’s not the man she thought he was, both in TST and TLD. Saying she does doesn’t make it true and the subtext keeps saying us we’re right and she’s wrong.

Text vs Subtext, both should be working in harmony and we’ve got them against each others.

  • Warning: OOC to the max. This is actually a continuation of a three year old post that I had rediscovered recently.
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  • Sherlock: *Huffs* He won't listen to me.
  • Molly: *Gently strokes her husband's cheek* Just be patient.
  • Sherlock: I have been patient for the last ten minutes!
  • Molly: *Looks out through their open bedroom door and into the silent sitting room* Reason with him in the same way you've reasoned with him before. *Looks back at her frustrated husband* You won't be able to do that if you hide here.
  • Sherlock: *Huffs and ruffles his curls* I have explained to him. I have reasoned with him. Bargained. Bribed. Even 'begged' *Points wildly to himself* Begged! *Throws his hand in the air* Me!
  • Molly: Sherlock...
  • Sherlock: *Looks pleadingly to his wife* Please, Molly. I have a case. Lestrade has a case waiting for me. *Gestures towards the sitting room* Waiting for 'us'. You have to intervene now.
  • Molly: *Contemplates for a few seconds before nodding* Okay, I'll try. *Grabs something from the bedside table* Come on!
  • *Husband and wife both goes out of their bedroom and into their sitting room.*
  • John: *Quietly sitting in the sofa and staring at the approaching couple*
  • Molly: *Moves towards the center of the room then stops a few feet away from the sofa* Hi, John.
  • John: *Nods* Hello, Molly.
  • Molly: *Stares back at her husband before facing John and kneeling*
  • John: *Eyebrows shot up but remains quiet.*
  • Molly: *Smiles softly at John before turning back to stare at her still standing husband*
  • Sherlock: *Huffs but goes and kneels beside his wife*
  • Molly: *Whispers to her husband* Why don't you try again?
  • Sherlock: *Sighs deeply but bends closer towards the floor* I have explained to you using logical reasoning. I have bargained with a fair match. I have bribed with a rich price. And I have 'begged' with utmost sincerity. Still, you remain stub-
  • Molly: *Nudges her husband* No wonder he won't listen to you! You sound like a nagging robot. My turn. *Looks straight back before lowering herself closer to the floor* Evan, sweetheart, *she says with a sweet and gentle voice* Daddy needs his scarf back now. He and Uncle John have a case and they need to go out to catch the bad guy. But it is cold outside, so he needs his scarf. Would you please give it back to daddy?
  • Sherlock: *whispers bitterly* How is that any different from what I did?
  • Evan Hooper-Holmes, 11 month old extraordinaire who had been sitting on the floor beside his godfather's leg: *clutches his prized possession closer to his body* Nooo.
  • Molly: *Still smiling sweetly* I know you like that scarf sweetie, But Daddy needs it. He'll get sick if you don't give it to him. Do you want daddy to get sick?
  • Sherlock: *protests* I don't get sick!
  • Molly: *turns back to glare at her husband before looking again at their stubborn toddler*
  • Evan "Ain't-I-the-cutest" Holmes: *Looks at his hard-earned price before staring back to his poor daddy who is now wearing his "have-pity-on-me" face* Noooooo, ba scaffy ain!
  • Molly: *leans closer to her baby and touches the edge of the blue scarf* I know, it's your sweetheart -
  • Sherlock: *protests* It's mine!
  • Molly: *looks back again to glare at her husband*
  • Sherlock: *sags in resignation* Fine...
  • Molly: *Smiles back at her son.* I know it's yours sweetheart so maybe you can let daddy use it for now? So that he won't get sick?
  • Evan "I-have-the-British-government-wrapped-in-my-pudgy-fingers-even-if-he-denies-it" Holmes: *Looks down at his precious treasure*
  • Molly: *Sees her baby boy's resolve breaking down* Tell you what Evan, while you are lending Daddy the scarf, I'll lend to you Mommy's scarf. *offers her possession that she had snatched before exiting their bedroom*
  • Evan "I-can-make-the-girls-swoon-faster-than-my-three-continents-godfather" Holmes: *Sees the elusive but equally, if not more precious treasure, goes to throw away the blue scarf and grab the pink one* Eyyyyyy.
  • Sherlock: *Sees how easy it is for his son to discard his scarf in favor of his mom's, starts to get competitive* That *points at his discarded scarf* is a vintage Paul Smith cashmere scarf that is not produced anymore! Meanwhile, 'that' *points at the black and pink scarf now being chomped by his son* is just a home knitted scarf that your mother's spinster aunt give out every year! Spawn, you clearly still need a lesson in taste!
  • Evan "I-can-make-anything-my-division" Holmes: *Stops and stares at his father*
  • Sherlock: *stares back at his mini-me, willing him to understand how far superior his scarf is over that of Molly's*
  • Evan "genius-in-the-making" Holmes: *Giggles at his silly father before taking a bigger bite of his recent acquisition*
  • John: *Stands up from the sofa and retrieves his best-friend's discarded scarf* Come on, man! You've clearly lost this one. At least now you have your 'cashmere' scarf back *Drops the scarf on the head of the still kneeling consulting detective*
  • Molly: *Giggling at the sour look of her husband* Come on, Sherlock. At least you got it back!
  • Sherlock: *Stands up and finally loops the scarf in his neck* I don't even need this, I don't get sick anyway!
  • John: *Waiting outside the flat's door* Then why did you spend 10 minutes 'begging' to get it back?
  • Sherlock: *bends down to kiss his wife goodbye* Principles, John. Principles.
  • John: *Snorts* More like, your costume won't be complete without it.
  • Sherlock: *Moves on to ruffling his son's curls before straightening up and exiting the flat* As I said. Principles.
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  • Edit: As @sherlolly29 asked, this is the old story written three years ago:
The Red-Headed League

Can I say this little summary by stating that it gives me life when Holmes says “my dear Watson”? Okay, on with the rest.

“You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.” (This is the beginning of the little squabble that follows. And I love it. Jabez Wilson be damned, we’ll b bickering about this here an now ;))

“Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits.” (I’m sorry, but that’s adorable)

“Sherlock Holmes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst into a roar of laughter.” (I love this scene!)

“He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird.” (Watson is outdoing himself with his descriptions in this one)

“I have nothing to do to-day. My practice is never very absorbing.” (someone help me with the English here. Does that mean his practice isn’t very busy? or not very interesting?)

“I have known something of him before.”
“Evidently,” said I, “Mr Wilson’s assistant counts for a good deal in this mystery of the Red-Headed League. I am sure that you inquired your way merely in order that you might see him.” (whoever decided to portray Watson as a dim-witted idiot was clearly an idiot himself)

“My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable performer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music, while his gently smiling face and his languid, dreamy eyes ere as unlike those of Holmes the sleuth-hound, Holmes the relentless, keen-witted, ready-handed criminal agent, as it was possible to conceive. In his singular character the dual nature alternately asserted itself, and his extreme exactness and astuteness represented, as I have often thought, the reaction against the poetic and contemplative mood which occasionally predominated in him. The swing of his nature took him from extreme languor to devouring energy; and, as I knew well, he was never so truly formidable as when, for days on end, he had been lounging in his arm-chair amid his improvisations and his black-letter editions.” (another great description) 

“To me, with my nerves worked up to a pitch of expectancy, there was something depressing and subduing in the sudden gloom, and in the cold, dank air of the vault.” (Just made me wonder if lying in wait there brought back memories from lying in wait as a soldier) 

“It saved me from ennui,” he answered, yawning. “Alas!I already feel it closing in upon me. My life is spent in one long effort to escape the commonplaces of existence.” (This is easily my favourite Holmes quote. Maybe because I can relate to it so well.)

More questions about Watson’s practice brought up here. Going back to the line quoted above. If his work isn’t interesting, why is he doing it? It doesn’t sound like a “Oh it’s a bit slow at the moment” kinda comment. If it means that work doesn’t keep him busy then how can he afford a house in Kensington? (provide Kensington was a posh area to live in then too?) Any comments, thoughts, knowledge etc. would be hugely appreciated! :)

Literary Inspired Webseries Runtime Stats

Ever wanted to binge watch a webseries, but they all felt so long? YouTube doesn’t list the total runtime of a playlist anymore, but you can get a browser extension that tells you the runtime. So I’ve used this extension to catalogue how long LIWs are, so next time you want to go watch a show, you know exactly what you’re getting into.

If there’s a show I haven’t included that you’d like me to add, just let me know!

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Originally posted by mostlybenedict

Violin - (Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Request : Could u do a Sherlock x sister!reader imagine where Sherlock hears you playing on his violin and it makes him smile 😄. Thanks ❤️❤️❤️

Story : A sweet melody invaded the living room of the 221b baker street. A melody who is both sweet and melancholy. As each day when you were alone, when Sherlock and John was not here, most often when they were on a case, you took your violin and you let your heart speak. It seems that music is your only way to express your emotions. You’re a very secret young girl, nobody knows much about you, not even your two older brothers. Your privacy is something that you do not share even with the people you love the most in the world. 

Sherlock is, like you, someone who does not show his feelings very much. Maybe it’s in your blood after all. Despite appearances, your big brother was very worried about you, he would have liked that you trust him. That you would share your moments of happiness as your moments pain. He wanted you to leave him the chance to fully perform his role of big brother.

While your sweet melody brushed almost disarming intensity, Sherlock and John climbed the stairs to reach the apartment. If John was not very touch about it, it was completely different to your big brother. Finally, he understood. Each rating caressed his ears, like a gentle breeze. He seemed to finally read you, through music you showed yourself from the bottom of your heart. He seemed to be able to feel your joys as your sorrows. He run to the door of your apartment and opened the door quietly. He listened to what was to be the final notes of your melody, your sweet adventure. A smile sat on his face. John joined him within seconds later.

John: “She’s good”

Sherlock: “Although more than we could imagine”

Ohhh my godddd

So just recently I found out that Gizoogle is an actual thing.

It’s like when you go to a site on Chrome that has a foreign language and you can have Chrome try and translate the page into English for you, except with Gizoogle, it translates everything into Gangsta. All you have to do is either google something on it or just paste the URL of a specific page you want it to translate and it will do it for you.

So I decided to try Gizoogle on John’s blog and my god.

It’s beautiful

here are some other highlights I found to be…just magical.

Even the translation knows just how gay Sherlock and John and their adventures are together.


So, late last night scandalousnurse suggested we compare books and immathrowabrickatyou was curious what’s on my shelves too.  

So, I spent like two hours just now cataloging every book currently in my possession (not including stuff on my Kindle, or things that are in storage for safekeeping, i.e., sets of Dickens and Shakespeare published in the 1800s). 

So, here’s a list of all the books I currently own, organized by category and then alphabetized by author, because I work in a bookstore and that’s how we do things. 

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AUs? I gotcher AUs right here!

Okay, so, since I have utterly failed at writing anything new for FenHawke week (curse you, residency schedule!), and today happens to be AU Day of FenHawke week, I thought I could at least gather together all the AUs I’ve written over the years into one place. Most of them will be short little ficlets or oneshots, but others are full-length fics, so hopefully you can find something you like here. There’s, uh, quite a few of them.

All are complete, and all are Fenris/f!Hawke.

Fairytale AU, 7800 words (retelling of the The Six Swans)

Sherlock Holmes AU, 1750 words

Riddlemaster of Hed AU, 1600 words

Pride and Prejudice AU, 1000 words

Regency AU, 3500 words (Georgette Heyer adventure-style)

Fury Road AU, 2500 words

1940s Noir Spy AU, 1200 words

Princess Bride AU, 1800 words

Vampire AU, 97,000 words (don’t look at me like that)

Mass Effect AU, 950 words (general Mass Effect AU)

Mass Effect AU II, 1150 words (biotic brain camp AU)

Punk Rock AU, 2800 words

Pretend Married Telepathic Secret Spy AU, 3500 words

Modern AU, 2000 words (Christmas oneshot)

Zombie Apocalypse AU, 1300 words

It’s not quite original work, but I hope this provides some entertainment all the same! :D


Pairing: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader

Time: Any time before the finale works, really- though I like to think of it as set just before the series starts.

A/N: This was requested by an anon(here’s a link to the request: ). I was rather scared the reader would end up coming across like a stalker so I had to try and avoid that- I really hope I managed it. Also, it got way too long but I couldn't help it.


Minutes later, a figure dressed completely in black emerges from the room and you stop breathing for a bit as you recognize your savior- it is the man they call the devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“___, are you alright?” your defender asks, moving towards you, and it is all you can do to give him a shaky nod in response.

Because in that moment, you feel the pieces of a puzzle that has been troubling your subconscious for days begin to come together. This man addresses you by name and speaks to you in a voice that is only too familiar.

“Matt?” You end up sounding incredulous, though you are fairly certain you already know the answer to your question.

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“That’s the thing about a male friendship: it’s literally never talked about. You talk about everything– they solve crimes, they have adventures together, they grouch at each other a bit– the friendship is just there. It is not in the words. It is in the fact that they are a unit, that they complete each other, that they are a jewel.” –Steven Moffat

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
—  Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
—  Arthur Conan Doyle, The Complete Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
OH ... IT  ISN'T  3G ... IT  IS  3G




Since the very first series of Sherlock BBC many brilliant studies, speculations and theories have been developed concerning the ‘perfect Johnlock’ moment (appart from kiss and wedding, of course :) 


’ …. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.

“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”

It was worth a wound – it was worth many wounds – to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation. ’

(ACD  The Adventure of the Three Garridebs)

The hopes for S4 are flying high to finally get this long dersired moment. Recently however I’m not so sure anymore if Mofftiss will indeed adept 3GAR. After three series and a very special Special it is obvious that TPTB are immensly fond of mixing and twisting not only the original ADC stories but also all kinds of Sherlock Holmes adaptations of the last century. Then why would they approach 3GAR in a straight way? (pun completely intended :)  Why not come through the 'back door’ … so to speak? :)))

In short:


Not the original ACD story but the Granada adaptation with Jeremy Brett and Edward Hardwicke. Dr. Watson gets even more in trouble and really badly injured in this one. @mollydobby posted a brilliant set of pictures here x and here x. The cases are different but this particular situaion could be shaped to exactly the same outcome. In some aspects this adaptation fits even better than 3GAR.

To quote William Shakespeare:

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”


La belle dame sans merci x

@stillgosherlocked @isitandwonder @waitingforgarridebs @mollydobby @monikakrasnorada @the-seventh-stranger @welovethebeekeeper @constancecream @jenna221b @sherlock-little-weed @longsnowsmoon5

anonymous asked:

What are the downsides of making stories and content based on established characters if any?

Fanworks are considered low art because we make and distribute them for free. (Also because we are mostly young, female, queer, or all three, but mostly because we refuse to monetize what we do in a society where monetary value is the only value worth considering.)

I tell you for free what adventures I think Doctor Who or Sherlock Holmes should have, and I’m a nerdy loser with too much time on my hands.

Stephen Moffat convinces the BBC to give him money to tell you what adventures Doctor Who or Sherlock Holmes should have, and he becomes the most celebrated television producer in the UK.

And speaking of monetization: E.L. James forever destroyed any hope of fanworks being treated with respect by mainstream culture when she published a harmful and poorly-written fanfic-with-the-serial-numbers-filed-off that became a global phenomenon. (But I’m sure you already knew that.)

Other than that, making fanart and fanfiction is pretty much completely awesome. :)

Time to Choose a Side, Dr. Watson: ASiP and John’s Core Conflict

I’m currently rewatching the whole show, writing metas whenever I notice something worth analyzing. This time around, I am paying special attention to John because I believe his character development is now more important to the plot than Sherlock’s, but is also less obvious than Sherlock’s. 

I rewatched A Study in Pink recently and this line caught my attention. Mycroft says it to John at the very end of their first meeting in the abandoned warehouse:

Mycroft (Examining John’s left hand): Remarkable.

John: What is? (Pulls his hand away.)

M: Most people blunder around this city and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?

J: What’s wrong with my hand?

M: You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks its posttraumatic stress disorder. She thinks you’re haunted by memories of your military service.

J: Who the hell are you? How do you know that?

M: Fire her. She’s got it the wrong way around. You’re under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady. You’re not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson; you miss it. (Whispering) Welcome back.

(Mycroft walks away, swinging his umbrella.)

M: Time to choose a side, Dr. Watson.

Now, I believe this line sums up John’s character and the journey he will have to take throughout the series, the parallel to what Lestrade says about Sherlock later in the episode. (“Sherlock Holmes is a great man. And I think one day, if we’re very, very lucky, he might even be a good one.”) However, while it’s fairly obvious how Lestrade’s quote applies to Sherlock, it’s less obvious how Mycroft’s quote applies to John. 

What are the “sides” that Mycroft refers to? At first glance, it may seem like he’s talking about “good vs. evil,” but that can’t be right. One of John’s defining characteristics is his “strong moral compass.” He wouldn’t be tempted to act immorally let alone evilly; that’s Sherlock’s conflict, not John’s. Or does Mycroft mean more in the sense of “us (Mycroft/Sherlock) vs. them (criminals/Moriarty)”? That would align with the war metaphor, but this still doesn’t make much sense when applied to John, as being tempted to join the criminal class is also antithetical to John’s character (again, that’s more Sherlock’s problem).

Or perhaps, Mycroft is referring to choosing between being a “civilian” or a “soldier.” One “blunders around” and sees only the surface “streets and shops and cars,” the other sees the “battleground” underneath it all. One follows conventional expectations and is interested in living a comfortable life; the other (ideally) sees what’s actually worth protecting and is willing to sacrifice himself for it. One behaves according to social norms, while the other knows adhering to true morality often entails breaking those norms.

This last interpretation seems much more likely what Mycroft meant. The struggle between being a “civilian” vs. a “soldier” is the one that John faces the most consistently on the show. Furthermore, when he chooses the wrong side (civilian) things go poorly for him (and Sherlock), and when he chooses the right side (soldier) things go well, often turning the tide in crucial moments. This conflict for John is analogous to Sherlock’s core struggle between his head and his heart, his “sociopath” and his humanity. 

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A/N:  Sherlolly AU.


Sherlock Holmes had 16 minutes and 32 seconds to get to his appointment with a possible new client, who requested their first meeting be at their small neighborhood bookstore.  The store was located in an older, but recently revitalized area of London.  Its eclectic mix of modern and vintage residences mixed well with the bohemian coffee shops, pubs and chic bistros resting cozily next door to each other.  Sherlock was an architect and creation and methodical restoration were his only passions.

The light rainstorm made the streets cleaner, if not wetter and Sherlock tried not to walk through the sporadic puddles with his extremely expensive loafers.  He didn’t have time or the inclination to enjoy the crispness of the October morning or sounds of kids playing in a nearby school yard.  

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Copyright: Basing Story on Previous Work

Anonymous asked:

When it comes to certain topics or characters, like Sherlock Holmes or “Alice in Wonderland”, are those acceptable to write your own story on? Like some authors have done ‘extra’ adventures with Sherlock Holmes as their main and I’ve seen a few authors have written “Alice in Wonderland” stories where they’ve completely thrown the original plot from the window. So, are these freelance topics if you give credit? 

It all depends on copyright.

In most cases, if the story was published before 1923, it should be in the public domain, which means it is no longer under copyright and you are free do a retelling, new adventure, etc. However, stories published after 1923 are under copyright, which means they’re off limits without permission from the copyright holder. You can read my posts Fiction Based on Original Works and  Referencing Other Works in Fiction for more information.