✧               ✧ ✧         A ballerinas dance:         ✧          ✧               ✧ ☄             ❛ Sneaky and mysterious are we. 

Dark and unriddled we are.

 Star to star we prance. 

We never stop our dance. 

If you asked us to tell you our secrets. 

A ballerina must never say.

 We know you will never keep it.

 After all. You are our prey. ❜                               

The flames danced elegantly from the fireplace, the faint sound of Christmas carols muffled through the closed windows. However, the occupants of hotel room 316 remained detached from the festivities.

“Stop it.” the man hissed, closing his eyes as to regain his focus.

His companion eyed him curiously, surprised at the sudden breaking of silence. “What?”

“Just… stop.”

“I’m not even moving, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock shuffled in his seat, giving a loud sigh. “I… Ah, yes. Nevermind, then.”

Irene Adler’s eyes narrowed, finger caressing the rim of her wine glass as she leaned forward towards his direction. “Amuse me. What is it?”

The detective considered the situation for a moment, meeting the unwavering gaze of The Woman.

As nonchalantly as he could, he replied, “I thought I heard you say something.”

“But?” she asked, expression unreadable.

“I was mistaken. It was all in my head.” A pause. “It happens sometimes.”

“You hear me inside your head?” she clarified, obviously amused.

Sherlock shrugged. “You’re not the only one. Don’t feel entitled.”

Irene smirked. “I didn’t say that.”

“Glad to clear it out.” the detective replied curtly.

The room was back to being quiet again, the flickering of the fire sounding annoyingly louder than usual. Every tick of the clock sent a chill down Sherlock’s spine, making him fully aware of Irene’s suspicious glance just five-and-three-quarters-of-a-feet away from him.

He could feel his pulse under his skin, every sound buzzing over his head like a bee stinging his ears. And then, the ever-occuring whisper filled his mind like a breeze. “We both know what you have in mind.” it said, sounding eerily like Irene, but surely a by-product of his own unriddled thoughts.

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Sherlock exclaimed, hastily leaving his seat to meet Irene’s wine-filled lips. The Woman breathlessly responded, body melting into him like they’ve been enveloped by the fire filling the room with colour.

Gasping for air after their passion-filled contact, Irene brushed his lips with her signature smile.

“Can I feel entitled now?” she purred.

Instead of replying, he rolled his eyes to show his protest, before losing himself completely over the feeling of her.

Let us consider that we are all partially insane. It will explain us to each other; it will unriddle many riddles; it will make clear and simple many things which are involved in haunting and harassing difficulties and obscurities now.

Mark Twain

Scrolling through genius lyrics and found this fun fact: Angelica was the one with the misplaced comma:

“Indeed my dear, Sir if my path was strewed with as many roses, as you have filled your letter with compliments, I should not now lament my absence from America”

Hamilton responded with “You ladies despise the pedantry of punctuation. There was a most critical comma in your last letter. It is my interest that it should have been designed; but I presume it was accidental. Unriddle this if you can.” and signed the letter off with “Adieu ma chere, soeur.”




Mycroft Holmes hates Christmas. Sherlock Holmes isn’t very fond of it either. Unless there is a challenging case to solve, an interesting mystery to unriddle. Then it is Christmas for Sherlock …. regardless what time of the year.

And so it is indeed Christmas in S1 for Sherlock when he goes on the very first case together with his new flatmate John Watson.

It is also Christmas in S2. Thanks to @the-7-percent-solution and what she discovered about Mrs. Hudson’s new dress, we can be quite sure that ASIB took place after THOB (X). So, on this Christmas Jim is already on the loose. Irene sent her camera phone to Sherlock for save keeping and she lies ‘not’ in the morgue but is on the run (as far as we know). The flight of the dead is still in the process of planning (and the plane might come back in S4)   Oh, and John’s blog counter stopped ticking at 1895 ….

And it is Christmas in S3 when Magnusson is murdered and Sherlock gets arrested for it and is thrown into an isolated prison cell. He is waiting there to be sent to Eastern Europe on a mission that will prove fatal in about six months. Never to see John Watson again.  (but maybe that Christmas is not quite real if it’s in Sherlocks mind)

And finally - at least for now - the whole story of the abominable bride is settled around Christmas time.  TAB is Christmas too  (and this Christmas is definitely not real)   But … it’s the Christmas of  1895 ………

Looks like it is Christmas in every single episode of Sherlock BBC. Coincidence?  I wonder if this might be of any improtance. (Mycroft’s voice in my ear softly wispering 'the universe, the universe ….’). 

And by a closer look at the different Christmases …. well …. the first one is just Christmas because there are four very interesting suicide killings with poisoned pills. On the second Christmas a woman is lying dead in the morgue. Not Irene …. but someone with the missfortune of looking similar to her got killed because of that. On the third Christmas a man kills another one on full purpose and accepts willingly penalty and certain death afterwards. On the fourth Christmas two women are lying dead in the morgue. One murdered because again a doppelgänger was needed … the other committed suicide after killing her husband.

Wow …. the season of peace and merriment …. merry Christmas indeed!

Also on the Christmas trail is @tjlcisthenewsexy with some interesting thoughts about Christmas future, past and present and a lot of links to more stuff of that topic. (X)

@stillgosherlocked @isitandwonder @monikakrasnorada @mollydobby @welovethebeekeeper @the-seventh-stranger @longsnowsmoon5 @sherlock-little-weed @darlingtonsubstitution

Miranda has confirmed that this is based on letters between Angelica Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton.

She wrote to him,

“Indeed my dear, Sir if my path was strewed with as many roses, as you have filled your letter with compliments, I should not now lament my absence from America”

Hamilton, noticing the key comma that made him simply her “dear,” rather than her “dear sir,” responded

“You ladies despise the pedantry of punctuation. There was a most critical comma in your last letter. It is my interest that it should have been designed; but I presume it was accidental. Unriddle this if you can.”

Hamilton signs this flirtatious letter “Adieu ma chere, soeur” or “Farewell my dear, sister"—inserting a vexing comma of his own.



the Genius annotation concerning “the comma after dearest” in “Take a Break” 


Love how Jane’s gradually discovering Lisbon’s personality. And how he reveals his understanding of her as time goes by. He notices what everyone sees in her – her honesty, kindness and loyalty – and is inevitably attracted to them as something that keeps him afloat, that breathes hope into him, it’s like all these qualities in him reciprocate her goodness and he believes more in himself.

And he also reveals that he’s attracted to her in another way too, that she stirs his heart’s desires and is the person whose opinion matters to him, who is capable of moving him to the state where he feels alive again and also whose absence in his life is capable of throwing him back into the black abyss she dragged him from. And it’s obvious he loves discovering the way she is, what she likes her tastes; he senses her deeply.

There’s no contradiction for him in her being an open book for him and a mystery he’s yet to unriddle. I think he’s mesmerized by the things he doesn’t know about her, and he takes time to discover them for himself. It must be a source of incessant excitement for him, I bet he enjoys being on edge because of her, being more an average human in love and less a mentalist.

Vex sat on the floor, staring up at the revolving ceiling fan. A chunk of drywall hung from one of the blades, stuck on by something that he had no desire or intention to find out. His hive of electronics hummed around him, constant and steady along with the occasional beeping of the servers. It made him want to get up and organize the nest of wires and machines, but standing wouldn’t be good right now.

[text] Fine.

His typing was slow, careful, and he had to go back and fix any mistakes before sending.

[text] Come over if you want. It's just a little messy.

Yesterday I really have to thank alot of people. I didn’t go with rbkd but yet my friends pull me in when chaos happen. Bastard people cut queue. Some of us who come early didn’t get it. So unfair. Thanks Charmaine for grabbing me. Thanks so much! Thanks Rachael for helping me to take picture with Rui En.

Rui En is so pretty yesterday. She is always pretty! She look like a barbie doll with her side bangs. So hot! Damn chio la!I was like screaming crazily for her. it’s damn loud somemore. I was so excited. Before getting up the stage, I keep thinking what to say! It’s been quite awhile since I last saw her.

Getting up the stage, my eyes set straight into Rui En! HAHAHA! When It’s my turn, I said Hi Rui En! She excitedly said Hi! I said,“ How are you?” She said,“ I’m fine, thank you!” I passed her the letter and said,“ this is for you!” She said,“ thank you!” Awww so sweet. She told it with BOTH HAND!The most sincere part is She looked into your eyes when she talk to you! Then I asked for a picture! I biased la. Only want take with Rui En! Before I go down the stage, I said Unriddle 2 is awesome! Rui En and Chen li ping shouted thank you cos I was walking down the stairs! Both of them smiled brightly to me! Awwww~ damn happy!

Then I went to the back to get a view of her! Then the host Brandon mentioned Rui En and I scream super loud and everyone got shock and look at me! Suddenly, I scream mah! Then brandon said wah Rui En fans very hardworking. The whole event was filled with our screams. Whenever Rui En’s name and unriddle mention, we scream! awesome! I didn’t wait till the casts left as my parents pick me up!

Thanks Rui En for coming this roadshow! I know you have a busy schedule. 瑞恩很用心!Very sincere! Thanks for making us so happy! We really glad to see you again. Take care and have a good rest! 加油 for 花樣人間!


I am much too sad 
to unriddle, this.
I shake my head 
and turn away as
the narrative plays on
and on…
grasping to embrace 

A perfect tool, hate
made for moving masses
intentional divisions of an accord
racing toward 

golden calf

too scared to unriddle / the jigsaw of his boyhood / too scared of detonating / marbles as bombs / of his wrists handcuffing my ankles / stirrups of scar & bone / a boy who wants to be pegged / who wants to be mummified / in broderie anglaise / rooms of coffin-shaped doorways / rooms of sandalwood snakes / rooms drowning / in thigh deep rubbing alcohol / fingers noosed against his jugular / soap bubble clouds popping / behind the tinsel of rain / flutter and throttle / his neck of wineglass stem / his song of a breaking bottle / too scared of shards / that will shred / my tongue down to ribbons of silk /  too scared / of the poison ivy / that bloomed / in his mother’s milk

Scherezade Siobhan