AU: Sherlock and John meet James Bond at Buckingham Palace at the Opening Ceremonies for the 2012 Olympic Games
“Oh, here’s trouble,” Bond says as he comes striding into the reception room.
“I’m perfectly happy to leave,” Sherlock says. “In fact, I’d have been perfectly happy not to come at all.”
“Not you, sonny,” Bond says, his scowl turning to a crooked smirk as he walks straight past Sherlock. “John Watson, you bloody devil. Who let you in here?”
Valeria!!! That stalled fic that I started writing came from this gif!
UN-STALL! Write! Go!
Silently clapping my hands in glee!
(Source: steven-moffat, via sherlockspeare)
Dear ladies and gentlemen of tumblr, I wrote the following note in August of this year and have intended to post it ever since. I apologize for the delay. In the interim life swept me up for a while and I was too overwhelmed to—what’s the verb I’m looking for?—tumbl. That doesn’t mean I stopped caring about this account though, I have missed the interesting conversations that occur here.
I’m back from my tumblr hiatus and here to talk about Tennyson first:
In the Moated Grange
Lately I’ve rather felt like I was living in a moated grange myself. Mariana, Shakespeare’s neglected lady in Measure for Measure, waits for her lover and pines away in isolation. I haven’t pined away at this point, but I have been waiting a lot lately; at work, at home, at shops. So my patience was wearing thin and driving home one day I said to a friend: “Something has to improve soon! I feel like Mariana waiting in the bloody moated grange”.
This is rather an obscure comparison to make, so unsurprisingly my friend replied “Who? Marianne?” At which point I forgot my impatience and my problems for a while and wondered whether Shakespeare’s Mariana might have been a source of inspiration for Austen’s Marianne in Sense and Sensibility.
Both characters are more than familiar with the waiting game. They pin all their hopes (and I mean all…sexual, financial, emotional) on one man and are disappointed by him in turn.
The Shakespearean influence on Austen is a stretch, but I think it’s also highly probable. She would have been familiar with the play, the situations are not dissimilar, and the names are so close. Could be a coincidence, but I think that Marianne is an exploration into what can happen if a woman has the courage to continue actively participating in life and has people around her who offer support. As a result, Marianne marries a man who truly cares for her—Colonel Brandon—rather than a man who is quite creepy and power-crazed as Mariana does —that man being Angelo in Measure for Measure.
So often what stands out with blazing clarity in what we read is actually what our mind is already been focusing on the whole time.
Finished art Deco!Sherlock!
One of a series to be completed featuring all our favourite sociopaths, dominatrixes and battered army doctors.
OTHER ART DECOS:
Irene: Light and Dark
Art Deco…so rarely seen now days, and from the era I wish I could have lived in.
This also strongly reminds me of Hamlet. The skull, the pensive look, that overwhelming sense of memento mori.
Oh god I had to do it, I love Cumbersmaug (and I had never drawn a dragon before)
Hahahha! Instead of a wink and a tongue click it can be a wink and a little jet of flame!
tumblr is great because I know the plotline of at least fifteen different tv series without ever having seen an episode
But when I come cross a post about show that I want to watch and still be surprised by…I have to squint & scroll really fact in case there are spoilers.
(Source: adios-jay-z-r-us, via mkultraheatherba)
Hello fellow tumblrers! Judging by the recent posts and reblogs on my dash, quite a few of you are having an unpleasant week. I myself have had many 'why me?' moments this month. Yes, my life could be worse, but it could also be so much better. Therefore, I can empathise with your frustration and pain and fear.
This Big Train clip, courtesy of youtube, has cheered me up a bit. I hope it makes your day a bit brighter too!