A lot has happened and changed since I started youtube, hopefully I haven’t let any of you down
honestly, everything going on the past couple of days reminded me of this video (and the follow up he did one year later) Jack did titled “The Fear of Failing”. And with the community currently seeming to be divided right now, watching it again really struck a chord with me.
And i think paired with the community not being itself right now, it’s important to remember the theme of the fof party that we would have one year later in celebration of this video:
I Am There For You, You Are There For Me, We Are There For Each Other: Why You Haven’t Failed Me
so we had a special day where @confusinglyamusingly - who is literally a professional filmmaker, btw, if you ever need to hire one - very patiently taught me and @sixohsixoheightfourtwo some very basic editing so that we could realise our fanvid dreams. my dream was, obviously, to make this charles/erik vid to ‘the man who sold the world’
People are seriously discussing that foot being Harry's.. still. I'm so embarrassed
ME truly me. I’m also laffin cause a friend messaged me pics of her own feet this morning taken from an angle like that pic and it looks startlingly similar to Louis’ (ankle size, one foot looking bigger than the other). WHAT CAN YA DO THO I’m just trying to do some yoga breathing and ignoring it as best I can.
Striding along the quiet Venetian canal bank, Sherlock heard a sound. Text alert. Not
a ringtone he was familiar with, but originating from his trouser pocket where
he’d kept his phone.
He reached for his
pocket. A phone. Not his. With a new message displayed on the screen.
“Dr Watson was asking where you were. I answered his text for
you – Bed. Busy. Text me next week.”
His eyes widened
in horror, then something else, his breath catching as he recalled bumping into someone earlier
that afternoon. An American tourist (judging by the map and the brand of her
bag) whose face he didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of before being carried
forward by the flow of the crowd.
sounded again. Notes from his own violin music, he now realised.
Flattered that you’ve kept all my old text messages.”
The next text
contained a single line of Latin, “Sicut cervus anhelat ad fontes aquarum".
As the hart panteth after the water
brooks. A specific version of a translation of Psalm 42, verse 1. The motto
of Hertford College, University of Oxford, as he recognised from his
The Bridge of
Sighs. She wanted his company under that landmark structure, of the same iconic
name common to both cities.
Sherlock Holmes never
believed in legends. And, as he knew full well, neither did she. But as the gondola
slowly glided towards the bridge, cast in a golden orange glow by the setting
sun, he turned to the American tourist beside him, tucked a strand of stray
blonde hair behind her ear, and pressed his lips to hers.
In the distance, the
bells of St Mark’s Campanile tolled.
Future scene in Could’ve, Didn’t, which I really should’ve made into a long one shot instead but.. Takes place many years (and 2-3 more locations) after my previous post featuring them in Karachi and Montenegro.
*The landmark Bridge of Sighs at Oxford, linking together two main quadrangles of Hertford College, is named after its counterpart in Venice, despite having little architectural resemblance.
*There’s a Venetian legend, about lovers kissing on a gondola at sunset under the bridge, as the bells of St Mark’s Campanile toll.