tumult in clouds

“Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death”

‘An Irish Airman Forsees His Death’
- W.B. Yeats, 1919

In celebration of hitting 1.2k lately, I have decided to make a follow forever (or for as long as I am alive and kicking and running this..thing), to showcase my favourite blogs that have made my Tumblr stay a memorable one, so thank you so much to all of you included in this list!

But first, I would like to make a section dedicated to the two people that matter most to me in this world who are, dearest-watson & agrandoldoll or my John Watson & Irene Adler, who have always been there for me, whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to just talk to. They may not know it because I am shit at showing emotions, but they have always counted and made my life a happy one in ways I can’t describe. They have always been there to remind me that I am not alone with my demons, and I have always cherished that. They are quite frankly, two of the closest people to me at this moment, and I’m thankful to have them in my life and thank you so much for being you and letting me be your friend. Maybe sentiment isn’t a chemical defect after all, Sherlock..

Aside from them, there are also people from real life which I have had the pleasure of meeting over the years, and that of which I am happy to call my friends. Thank you to everything you have done for me. Bless you.

rinalovesfood || friedchickenlover26 || awittykid || smoochgoose || corazontune || sherlock-no-jumping

Now that the “obligatory honourable mentions” are now over, it is time to get started with the good stuff!

Bolded are mutuals; italicized are my tumblr senpais basically; an * next to it are Tumblr buds I have had the pleasure of knowing on here.

Fair in mind that the purpose of this is me thanking and admiring great blogs on here that have made me smile and still do. I’m just a very gratuitous person, I’m so sorry ^^’! If you are not on here, there is a chance I do not recognize your blog for you have changed your url, so please do not hesitate to contact me at all!

{ Also, each title is either a reference or a character’s name just to be a but creative if you don’t mind ^^! }

That being said, shall we begin?

# 221 B

1-8-9-5

Anthea

aappledore || aiyon0206 || alonelymidgardian || amyyam || aneastwindiscomingwatson || anothermindpalace || areichenbachfall || astudyinjumpers || astudyinrose || astudyinyourpants

Bill Wiggins

bbcbees || bbclestrade || beejohn || bekah1218 || benbenny || bencumberbatchs || benededuct || benedict—cumberbatch || benedict-bear || benedictcumberbatchruinedme || benedryl || bmcg8210 *

Charles Augustus Magnussen

capt-john-h-watson-md || cassiem9009 || consultingaytective || cptnwtsn || cumberbuttox *

David (Mary’s ex)

dammitben * || dancing-inthe-milkyway * || deaded || decadentwallpaper || deducecrime || destinedforjohnlock || detectivebenedict || districthayffie || doctorwhoatson || dontkillmysherlock || dr-watsons-lover * || dramatisecho || dvminatrix

East Wind is Coming

eastawaywest * || emillu || enerjax

Fire Exposes Our Priorities

doctorsdeepbreath (fireypond) || floccinaucinihilipilificationa || flutteringphalanges * || forsciencejohn || fuckoff-imacting

Greg Lestrade

getlestrade || getonthefloorbenedict || ghostbees || goestheclock * || guiltyasdeduced

Henry Knight

hayffiechild || hislastval || holmelet || holmes-boys || holmesthethird || holmeswatsn

Irene Adler

independentkiosks || ireallyshouldbedrawing || ireneadler || iwillblogtheheartoutofyou || ignorus

John Hamish Watson

jawnwtsun || jessamygriffin || johnlocknetwork * || johnlocksholmies || johnshock || johnstached || jumperben-holybatch

Kitty Riley

kate-is-sleeping 

Lienster Gardens

letsplaymurder || liarmorstan || likefiguresonaweatherclock || littlebabybatch || lockwatson || loki-ate-my-sandwich

Molly, Mycroft, and Martha Hudson

m1211nasu || mindpalace || mndpalace || mollyadler || mommy-holmes || moriartte || moriartyisrising || moriartysskull || morivrty || mrsexhimself
mycroftscakeaddiction

Not My Area

nashyara || nohomosherlock

Obviously

obviously-my-division || ojisea

Phillip Anderson

punksherlock

Quite The Pair (Johnlock)

queersherlockian *

Reichenbach Falls

reichenfeels

Sherlock Scott Holmes

sakibatch || sapphii, who just de-activated her account and I didn’t even have the chance to say thank you or bid farewell :<. but honestly i hope you are fine friend. || scandalinirene * || seki0930 || sh2jw || shaggingshezza || shatteredsherlock || sherholmies || sherlcvk || sherleg || sherlock-is-the-fire-of-my-loins || sherlock-you-slut || sherlockedgrrl || sherlockianswatsonholmes || sherlockislikeadrug || sherlocksnotholme || sherlvckholmes || sherlyswag || sheswatsoned || shevrlock || shezzae || shitlock || shurloch || shycroft || silent-micka || sir-arthur-conan-doyle * || sir-mycroft || sitatemis || sociosleuth || superbatzy * || sussext || swarley || sweetienekochan *

Tom (Meat Dagger ahoy)

the-enigmatic-crux || the-swimming-detective || thebarofgold || thebeautyofdisorder || thecluebook || thefamousmrholmes * || thefreemanwizard || thegameissomething || themindpalaces || theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes || thescienceofcrime || thewomvn || they-call-me-wiggy * || threepatchpodcast || tumult-in-the-clouds || two-cheekbones-on-a-cabbage *

Uhh… Westwood

uhwestwood (you were the inspiration of this title XD) || uss-cumberbatch *

Why Is She Like That?!

watsons-daughter-sherlock || willamholmes || wisesnail || wonderlandinmymind || wordsthatkeepyouhome || wutsun

You Keep Me Right.

your-dear-watson


Phew! That was a ton, well I had fun doing it and I can’t take you all enough, seriously. Thank YOU so much, and I hope you have a great day/ night!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any favourite blogs? Btw, I love yours ♥

Dear nice anon! I haven’t forgotten you. I WILL answer this eventually. (Insert Cumberbatch’s “Promise!” gif) Just need to be on my computer and not on mobile for this… I want to do this right! ✌

edit: So this is my somewhat (in)complete list of my favourite blogs (in roughly alphabetical order) I hope I didn’t forget anybody:

@221btardisgirl @abigbatchofcumber @acc0latus @anindoorkitty

@bcmjs @benedictc @benedict-c-curls @bencinyourface @beneguinsophiebatch @ben-locked

@cpnblowfish @clivegasm @cumberbangers @cumberbatchbr @cumbergoddess @cumberbatchlives

@dangbenedict @duskybatfishgirl

@eepi @elennemigo @enerjax

@furriesandus @freewomenxgrape

@garuda-dreams-of-rain

@haipiranha @hobbityanka

@ianderry @isabeau13

@junejuly15

@karin-woywod @kennylove68

@larygo @lichtblickpink @londoncallingsigh @londongypsy @londonphile @lorettas-place @lunadax

@marykk1990 @mas-sera-o-benedict @meredithbrody @midnytemercury @mid0nz @mrssmaug @mollydobby @mouseymodesty @moriartysskull @mrsmarymorstan

@naturalshocks @nixxie-fic

@ohshitimatthewrongparty @onebuttscratcher

@pammiejr @penelopewiltn @psychopath-alex

@rox712

@samuelbradley @sherlockology@sherlockspeare @sleepingexplorer @silent-micka@sobeautifullyobsessed

@tellmewhodoesntlovecumberbatch @the-pen-in-my-hand @theturingpoint@thisdancingheart @thingssherlockshouldwear@tumult-in-the-clouds @twoharts

@wolfcharm

@yasammez

(I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone important… vexing!)

8

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

I know that I shall meet my fate   
Somewhere among the clouds above;   
Those that I fight I do not hate   
Those that I guard I do not love;   
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,   
No likely end could bring them loss   
Or leave them happier than before.   
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,   
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight   
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;   
I balanced all, brought all to mind,   
The years to come seemed waste of breath,   
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

sirchxrles

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

♔ ―

        He froze on the spot, eyes widening at the question and he looked at Oliver as if asking him to repeat. An amused grin the appears on his expression and he shrugged, opening his arms. “Sure”

Oliver had blushed the moment the words left his mouth, almost instantly regretting asking. He hadn’t meant to, not really; it had been naught but fleeting fancy, little more than a crush, but the words had escaped on their own accord and now he was left to deal with the consequences (shock, disgust, loss of friendship his brain supplied).

But then Charles spoke and somehow, just somehow, it seemed to be ok. Still blushing, Oliver gave a small smile, nodded and glanced down at his feet for a moment before looking back up, fingers twisting nervously in the cuffs of his jumper. “Okay,” he said quietly, nodding again and repeating the word quietly before taking the short few steps that were needed to bring him to Charles. He paused once there, hesitating for just a moment, before he finally reached over to gently press their lips together.

I know that I shall meet my fate,

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate,

Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,

My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,

The years to come seemed waste of breath,

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
— W. B. Yeats

I’m not a fan of poetry but you know what’s interesting about Simon and his father, Iain? We know nothing about their relationship before Simon’s death. We know nothing about them and all we see is Iain rejecting his son after he killed his mother in his rabid state.

Yet, there’s something they share, something Simon seems to hold dear: Yeats. He would have chosen a quote from Yeats as epitaph, which means a lot.

But what about his father? Look at this scene.

He’s reading a book, “W B Yeats Selected Poetry”. And what he’s reading is not a random Yeats poem, no. The one he’s reading is called Reconciliation. (Oh sweet irony.)

Some may have blamed you that you took away

The verses that could move them on the day

When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind

With lightning, you went from me, and I could find

Nothing to make a song about but kings,

Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things

That were like memories of you—but now

We’ll out, for the world lives as long ago;

And while we’re in our laughing, weeping fit,

Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.

But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,

My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

We can hear him mumbling this part “since you were gone, My barren thoughts”. And all we can think is that he’s reading this thinking of his wife.

I really like Simon, and all those details are really heartbreaking. When he comes home, you can see how small he is, the child he was when he left home (because being 21 is very young in a whole life), how his parents must have been worried and happy at the same time to see their depressed child moved by dreams and hopes. And then death wiped everything. Twice. First Simon, then his mother, by the hand of Simon himself.
I didn’t really know Emmett Scanlan before watching In the Flesh but when I see how he managed to play this scene, how he managed to be a child in front of his father in spite of the fact that he’s more imposing than him… Compare the Simon from this moment and the Simon running in the graveyard because “reflex” (even Steve doesn’t buy it :D)…

This serie will be the end of me.