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My mom visited a Sherlock Cafe -- Jealousy ensues

Okay so– my mom (who is a pretty big BBC Sherlock fan even though she tries to stay low-key about it) is in China right now for work purposes and she happened upon a BBC Sherlock cafe and I just??

What –


Holy shit?? She sent me so many photos of the place and I am in LITERAL agony

LOTS more under the cut because ho boy….there is a lot. 

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Britain’s Biggest Secret - The Black Victorians

Pictured above is the Higdon family. This photograph was taken in the year 1898 in Britain. That is all we know about them.

Who were the Black Victorians? Mainstream history has virtually erased them from our minds and history books. We have been filled with images of slavery in America and across the world, but why is it that this chapter in black history was skipped? Why isn’t it equally common knowledge that in the midst of all of that darkness there was light, also.

Never before seen photos were uncovered, giving us over 200 images of glances into our past. Many of the photos did not include names or any details whatsoever, cloaking these people in mystery for all of time.

At one point in history, people of color were included in high society and walked the cobbled streets of Britain. The women wore intricate, voluminous gowns and wore their hair in curls and chignons. The men in suits and fair business. This may not have been the case for all black people in Britain, but for some it was. 

The Victorian Era was ruled under Queen Victoria, an era that is described as an opulent culture, although there were underlying bouts of poverty and child labor. History would like you to believe that black people didn’t arrive in Britain until 1948 during “The Empire Windrush”, when many Jamaican descendants entered the country, but that is not so. There has been proof to suggest otherwise. There is documentation that proves that it wasn’t uncommon to see black faces at a Shakespeare show. We’ve been there all along, humming softly in the background.

These images prove that you can’t take mainstream history at face value. Take the time to look behind the curtain and uncover OUR history. It’s as if our ancestors are just waiting for us to seek them out.

Who were the Black Victorians?

To see more of these images check out this video reel.

Happy Black History Month.

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

stephanniesissues  asked:

Aaaand also a fluffy one 51 😍😍😍 please and thank you 💞

I decided to go Victorian arranged marriage with this one. Somehow the romance of the prompt swept me away and made me want a period setting. :)

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Molly sat by the fire with her feet tucked under her, still sniffling occasionally and dabbing at her eyes. She hated how deeply she was still affected by this; just by the simple calendar date. There were times she wished she was as little influenced by emotions as her husband was. In fact, it was probably a mercy that he wasn’t home yet.

This was the fifth anniversary of her father’s death, and the first one that she’d experienced while being married to Sherlock Holmes, which in some ways made it more distressing. Shouldn’t she be happier overall? Some sadness was surely normal, but this? No, this was not how a newly married woman should feel on the day she lost her father a full five years earlier.

She felt so alone.

That was when she heard the door to the flat open and she desperately tried to wipe the remaining moisture from her eyes and fully turn to the fire so that Sherlock couldn’t see her face. She hoped he would just putter around and perhaps go to bed, leaving her in peace. It gave her a start when she felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder.

“Forgive my late return,” he said softly, eyes sweeping her face and seeing what she wished he wouldn’t

“Forgiven,” Molly mumbled, her voice not steady enough to truly speak aloud.

Sherlock’s hand slid down her shoulder, down her arm, and then grasped her hand as he took a seat in his chair across from her.

“I am sorry that you are grieving so painfully today,” he whispered.

Molly’s face instantly crumpled again at the his acknowledgement of her sadness and she tried to cover her face. But he pulled her hand away.

“Molly, you needn’t hide this from me.”

“You do not want- you cannot endure…” she tried to catch her breath through sobs. “You cannot endure a flood of emotion and sentiment like this! This is precisely wh-what you hate!”

“It doesn’t matter what I’ve said in the past about emotion because right now you are hurting and I love you.”

Her sobs stilled. He had never said that before. Nothing even close. In the six months since their arranged marriage, mostly courtesy of the elder Holmes brother, Molly had barely heard a peep of her husband’s actual feelings for her. He seemed to tolerate her presence. He clearly liked having her help. But affection? No, Molly had quickly abandoned that possibility. So to hear those three little words tumble from his lips so vehemently was truly unreal.

Sherlock gave her hand a gentle tug to ease her out of the chair, and then he guided her over to instead be seated across his lap. Her cheeks flushed at this level of affection which had been unknown in their marriage till now. At least, not outside of the bedroom. And even then, he’d joined her there only a handful of times since their wedding day.

Molly gave him a cautious smile. “You really love me?”

He nodded. “I apologize that I’ve been remiss about displaying it. Just today I had a rather…frank talking to by Mrs. Watson.”

Molly smiled in amusement along with him, seeing as she knew Mary well enough to imagine how forcefully she would have spoken to Sherlock if he was in need of it.

“She reminded me,” Sherlock went on, “that I am now a husband first, and a detective second, and that my actions and behavior toward you as my wife should make that more than clear. So I promise that from here forward you will not need to feel unsure about how I feel and that I’ll always be here for you in cases of need, both physical and emotional, because…I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Molly let out a heavy sigh of relief as she leaned into him and hugged him close, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Heavens, I am grateful that you came to your sense today,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“I should not have held back for so long,” he whispered back. “Letting go was rather…frightening though. I felt ill equipped to truly allow myself to fall.”

She held him tighter. “It’s all right, because I’ve got you. And I love you too.”

He pulled back and cleared his throat. “But this is hardly about me! I am here for you this evening. So I was hoping that perhaps…you would tell me a bit about your father.”

Molly smiled. There truly was so much that she’d like to share. So much that Sherlock would be fascinated to hear and that might even make him laugh. But she decided to start by softly saying what felt the most wonderfully fitting in that blessed moment.

“He would have loved you.”

@likingthistoomuch requested an angsty (with happy at the end) Victorian or Regency Sherlolly where Molly breaks off their engagement because of how she believes Sherlock feels about Irene. I’m gonna go with Victorian and I also went with Sherlock’s POV. Enjoy! ;)

Sherlock passed by the library in his parent’s estate, catching sight of Molly lingering by the fireplace and wringing her hands a bit. The silvery gown she wore glistened with the kiss of the nearby flames, and for a moment she looked almost unearthly. 

“Ah, Miss Hooper,” he announced casually as he entered the room. “Watson said he saw you head this way. Perhaps it would be best if you rejoined the party, seeing as my father is preparing to announce our engagement.”

She remained silent.

Sherlock frowned to himself. Something wasn’t right. 

“Miss Hooper?” he questioned, stepping further into the room now.

“I cannot,” she said very softly.


Molly turned then, revealing the shimmer of tears on her cheeks which matched her gown. She gave him a quick smile.

“Mr. Holmes, I cannot go through with this. This engagement and marriage…it is so obviously a mistake.”

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When you realize that BBC Sherlock only has one instance of two women talking to each other in its first two seasons, and they’re talking about clothes:

When you realize that the original Sherlock Holmes books, written in the Victorian era, had more black people than BBC Sherlock

  When you realize that BBC Sherlock only has LGBTQ+ characters to use as punchlines

When you realize that BBC Sherlock turned Kitty Winter, a feminist icon who threw acid on the man who sexually abused her, into a reporter who tries to seduce Sherlock in order to use him to further her career

When you realize how problematic BBC’s Sherlock is:

helpful baby shower tip

when your friends start having kids, do Punnett squares to determine their offspring’s most probable hair and eye color and coordinate your gifts accordingly

remember- pink for brown hair, blue for blond hair, and green or yellow for red hair. it’s traditional!


victorian!twelve x victoria // divine creation [incomplete?]

just some of the manips I worked on last night but basically storyline was gonna be that Twelve is stuck in victorian london under disguise. Victoria sees this strange dude and knowing that this dude is smart af, makes him her teacher/mentor. He helps her, except you know Twelve has to leave at some point but Victoria likes him so she doesn’t wanna let him go.

victorian-enjolras  asked:

yo please teach me about oscar wilde i really wanna get into him but i dont know where to start

oh boy have you come to the right place!!!! let me tell you about this man!!! 

this is probably my favourite picture of him because of his expression… i mean how is that not universally relatable…

Crash Course Biography:

  • Oscar marries his wife Constance in 1884, had 2 kids & decided he didn’t actually like her all that much & i’m like 70% sure they never had sex after kid #2
  • 1886 Robbie Ross (light of my life) turns up & is unabashedly homosexual - most people attribute Robbie as the one to bring Oscar to the Side of Gay.
  • Oscar struts about town, living a life that Henry Wotton would wholeheartedly advocate. He assumes the role of a ‘dandy’ - think flamboyance from every angle & add some frills. This was cool for him as it wasn’t seen as synonymous with being gay, just being a dramatist. 
  • 1891 is when Lord “Bosie” Douglas turns up & introduces Oscar to more gay stuff & more illegal stuff like weed & brothels & prostitution 
  • 1894 is when Bosie’s dad finds out about their relationship, flips out & takes Oscar to court for being illegally gay in 1895 :(
  • 1895 Oscar counters the charge by saying the case was unfounded (it totally wasn’t, he really did have a lot of sex) & whilst his epigrams / wit won him initial support, it all went downhill quite quickly. there’s another 2 trials for Oscar whilst all his friends pack up & get out of England (Robbie breaks into Oscar’s house upon request & packs up some of Oscar’s stuff, then legs it out to Paris) 
  • I think that the judge doesn’t even let Oscar have any last words in court i mean is that not the most heartbreaking, soul crushing thing you can do to this man 
  • Oscar does his sentence of 2 years hard labor in prison & gets hit in the head / ear - this injury & botched treatment is to be the cause of his death
  • He goes to Paris under exile & as far as I can gather lives with Robbie’s help but spent a lot of the time rejecting his help too. Also Oscar tries to live with Bosie again but both of their families are having exactly none of that behavior.
  • Oscar dies in Paris at the age of 46

Importance of Being Ernest is the 1st work of Oscar’s I read & I have never looked back. it’s short & sweet & hysterically funny, the humour is in no way dated & I love it
Picture of Dorian Gray please read this book as I have read it more than 7 times now & I need someone to rhapsodise about this with. It’s honestly a brilliant book with a totally cool plot & 3 fascinating characters (3 guesses who my fave is…it’s basil… it’s always basil)
The Ballad of Reading Gaol is the last work Oscar created before his death, & it’s about the harsh reality of prison & honestly I cry just because of the context
The Happy Prince & Other Tales so, my parents used to read these to me as a kid & like…is it really any wonder i love Oscar Wilde so much…I really honestly adore these stories!! 

Wilde (1997) Stephen Fry has been my standard image for Henry Wotton but he does make a damn good Oscar & also Michael Sheen as Robbie Ross is everything
Dorian Gray (2009) now…i have to admit i haven’t watched this but with all things considered i think i’m slightly justified in that due to the blatant disregard of Dorian’s descriptions in the book

Articles / other things to check out!!
queerhistoryproject has 2 great articles on Oscar here & here!! 
An article on Dorian Gray which is great 
This article explains a bit about where Oscar was coming from in the whole ‘aestheticism’ movement!!
And if you’re really keen (like me) there’s this one on Ernest 

I’ll cut my info dump off here - it seems like an ok place to stop! I’ll probably make more posts about Oscar-related things & any lit revision that I think might be useful to put up on this blog? I hope you enjoy the crash-course in Oscar Wilde & that this is all somewhat useful!! :]


Pjo Aesthetics: Victorian!Theyna

The court was a place of secrets and shadows, an idea that seemed at odds with its constant warm candlelight and folds upon folds of complex, beautiful fabrics. Reyna felt the weight of the blade strapped to her thigh seem to increase, and was reminded that the prettiest things were always the most treacherous.

(for Day Five of Pjo Femslash Week)

crazymisstoast  asked:

Hello! I was stalking your blog a little and I quite like your opinions and the way you express them. Now, I have a kinda difficult thing which I'd like to discuss: What would you think about an kinda AU of the real life: A novel set in the Victorian era where everything is the same except homosexuality is accepted? Like, with all the manners and stiffness and all but - gay. And for example that two men marrying is more okay than 2 women bc of financial reasons. Simply stupid or worth a try?

Hi! Thanks so much for the blog-love. :)

As to the historical AU, of course I have no objections to the theory of it. My chief concern would be how far you would wish to alter social history to justify that one change. Everything is so intertwined and a product of its own past and context that to change one thing is to change many things, particularly with regards to perceptions and presentations of gender and sexuality. If cis gay sexuality is acceptable, then the presentation of traditional masculinity must hold much less sway over social norms. To my understanding, Victorian strict sexual mores grew out of their particular culture and time, encompassing the advancing technologies of the industrial revolution and scientific progress in ways that contributed to people really eagerly getting the wrong end of the stick and running with it. (Example: we can blame microscopes for the Victorian disbelief in the vaginal or clitoral orgasm. A little bit of new science gone very, very wrong.)

If these Victorians have neither cultural nor religious objections to same-sex marriage, the heteronormative family structure and the gender roles within it have little to uphold them as they did in the real-life strictness of Victorian society. Where does misogyny fit into this structure, as patriarchy is still implied to exist? If two women are permitted to marry in this society, then the notion that they have no need of a man would surely push for greater liberties for them as individuals worthy and capable of supporting themselves, with equal rights in wages and votes. Could the social and economic oppression of women continue in a world where they are already not being told that they must require a man to support and speak for them? I feel like the gender binary should rapidly dissolve, in this context.

To suit my mind, a Victorian AU couldn’t really have one thing changed, and all else remain exactly the same, without there being a ripple-effect throughout society, culminating in a variation of a culture which functions rather unlike the history we recognize. So a more liberal ‘Victorian’ society would perhaps turn out more steampunk pseudo-Victorian in aesthetic, with radically different social structures and traditions, in practice.