“You want me to come with you?”
“I like company when I go out”
NO Sherlock you literally do NOT, this is just you FLIRTING WITH THE CUTE MILITARY BOY

“You want me to come with you?”
“I like company when I go out”
NO Sherlock you literally do NOT, this is just you FLIRTING WITH THE CUTE MILITARY BOY
tumblr mobile has seadily become near unusable these past few updates. not just from a user experience perspective (which is important enough in itself) but also from an accessibility perspective.
examples include the new way the image viewer works (if you can call it "working"), the tumblr live button replacing the profile button, and that newly created blogs will be forced to have their main dashboard tab be the 'for you' page.
to protest against these usability issues, and inspired by the recent reddit blackout, i propose a 48 hour blackout (where you don't use tumblr at all). preferably of both mobile and web (since web has problems too) but mobile is the focus here.
this marks the end of pride month (for the "queerest place on the internet") and the start of disability month (since accessibility is a massive issue here).
tumblr office is in San Francisco, USA, so the times and dates will be calculated using their time zone (PDT).
i can't afford to blaze this post so please spread it around as much as possible! protests only work if significant numbers show up!
(so the blackout would be from June 30th onwards)
@one-time-i-dreamt @i-am-a-fish @lizluvscupcakes tagging some larger blogs to hopefully get the word out more
Anyway. You know what bothers me? That there was a time when Sherlock Holmes actually was dead. When Doyle had written The Final Problem with no intention of ever writing another story. And Holmes simply ran for his life and was hunted down half across Europe and was toppled off a waterfall off-screen and Watson was left with nothing but a note. Think about that.
i know it is for the dramatics and all but i scream every time i watch this. They were sitting in the DARK with their hand’s cuffed, i can picture their pinkies slightly brushing each other and sherlock almost having a stroke because of the tenderness
WAIT bbc’s sherlock, the one from 2010, the one that starred benedict cabbagepatch and martin freeman, only has 13 (THIRTEEN) EPISODES??? for some reason i’d always thought they have like 1368227 episodes with running time of approximately an hour each?????
This is a NO GIMMICK ACCOUNT ZONE
If your shit is called something like "we-rate-posts," YOU ARE NOT WELCOME. GO HOME
I disagree
There's a tension here that's really interesting to observe. The OP is almost a call to action for gimmick blogs, inviting attention despite the contradiction. It comes across as almost tsundere, doesn't it?
The call is answered by the perfect gimmick blog, calling out the contradiction by way of simple disagreement. The response is teasing and even domineering in the way it recontextualizes the entire post. It is the punchline, the center of attention, but wouldn't exist without the original setup.
While it seems like this post could be seen as a negative interaction, I think it's actually quite cute. It shows the kind of playful back and forth that could occur between two flirty girls.
Conclusion: This is yuri.
AHHHHHHHHH OW
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I had to disconnect my carbon monoxide detector.
The constant beeping was giving me a headache and making me feel nauseated.
In ancient Rome, there were 4 kinds of poison. Poisons I, II, and III would kill you instantly.
Poison IV would just make you itchy.
Ralph McQuarrie’s cover art for Isaac Asimov’s ‘Robot Dreams’ is an homage to Frederic Leighton’s ‘Flaming June.’
I feel cheated. no one on Reddit told me that tumblr is a serotonin factory. Keep liking and reblogging my posts please thanks
Just don't fly too close to the sun.
Throw me to the sun and I’ll get it pregnant
Fellas (gender neutral), you heard him. Ready the catapults.
Ocean Jasper, first vein, Marovato, Madagascar
cube of watermelon i left out
The way Holmes and Watson complement each other is so dear to me. Not only did Watson immortalized Holmes in stories that survive the ages, but he saved him from himself, his loneliness and harmful addictions. The way everyone who knows them just knows that John Watson would go to Hell and back for Holmes, and Sherlock Holmes would die without and for Watson; his acclaim, his constancy, his love – romantic or not.
It's just beautiful, this partnership that spans centuries and continents. It's immortal. Two men who never existed and will never die, in fact.
I think the real highlight of Holmes pastiche, honestly, is that during the Great Hiatus absolutely no one believed Holmes was dead
the thing about now is that now if Sherlock Holmes “dies”, especially if a fall from any height is involved, everyone knows to expect him to survive, to the degree that more recent adaptations (you all know the one I’m eyeing derisively) will just straight up tell you he’s not dead before the end of the runtime
but this wasn’t the case in 1895 and the surrounding years, Conan Doyle firmly intended him to be really dead and also stated at least once that he didn’t know how he could make it so Holmes faked things
and yet people firmly, firmly believed he was alive, and so you get crackfics about how he purposefully faked his death so he could move to Washington DC, The Greatest Capital In The World (no prizes for guessing the nationality of that author), or he had a parachute under his cloak and he and Moriarty chased one another to New York, or how he wanted to be left alone so he faked his death and Conan Doyle was in on it, or how Doyle and Watson are in cahoots keeping publication royalties from him so he’s throwing a fit in Switzerland
fandom was of course not fandom at that point (all hail Star Trek, per usual) but there’s something really humanizing and warm and connective about how we all sort of write about the same things even separated by 128 years
Watson's description of other characters in the original stories-
Lestrade- Small, rat-faced man.
Mycroft Holmes- fatass.
Sherlock Holmes- Tall, black haired man with grey eyes and a hawk-like nose. Long and thin fingers; sinewy forearms; long and thin back with a gaunt-like, pale body. Mischievous glint in his ethereal grey eyes which are a characteristic feature of his imp-like moods; combined with thin, quivering lips.
Mrs. Watson- ... What was her hair colour again? Red or black? I seriously can't remember. I'll write whatever comes to my mind first.
fjskjfkd there is so much going on here
At first I was all “oh Holmes is into art as well as music!!” but then noticed the “of which he had the crudest ideas”
So Watson is just “he wouldn’t shut up about art but he doesn’t know SHIT”
Meanwhile I find it endearing to see an example of Holmes hyperfixating on something without being an expert on it. One of us one of us one of us—
Holmes, raising his eyebrows: Try condescending to me, bitch.
Ben Shapiro complaining about how Glass Onion had "misdirection's" and tricked the viewer is almost as funny as him falling in love with femboy tiktok. This schmuck is so determined to hate anything that critiques his world view that he complains about a murder mystery movie being mysterious. Wait till he learns that poirot was a refugee who faced xenophobia, that miss maple was a single woman with no men to help her- or that sherlock holmes was partially inspired by oscar "homiesexual" wilde and that one of his mysteries dealt with a woman trying to protect her mixed daughter from Victorian racism.
God but imagine being a Sherlock Holmes fan in 1893 and reading that your favorite character is suddenly killed by a criminal mastermind that comes out of nowhere and there is not even a mystery for Holmes to solve, he just runs for his life and then dies. And you as a fan have to believe FOR 10 YEARS that that's the end of London's greatest detective, until finally one day the author is like alright FINE. I'll take the cash and bring him back, and delivers the most iconic story of said character as of that moment and forever after.