One day in early spring [Holmes] had so far relaxed as to go for a walk with me in the Park, where the first faint shoots of green were breaking out upon the elms, and the sticky spear-heads of the chestnuts were just beginning to burst into their five-fold leaves. For two hours we rambled about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know each other intimately.
That’s so sweet, and I had no idea it was okay for non-Jews to ever wear a kippah.
In solidarity it’s welcome by many Jews, and in a synagogue it may be expected (at least of men). Myself and all the other Jews I see reblogging this are very excited about Jewish/Muslim solidarity like this! (:
Dear Muslim community, Thanks for standing with us in such a courageous way!
I have 58 fics started in my drive. FIFTY EIGHT! That doesn’t include the ones that are just one line or a prompt I want to use but haven’t started. I’ll start something, wander away for three years and maybe my attention will key back into it. Or I’ll work on something in short bursts for years. Nothing is ever abandoned, but my process is not remotely linear and today I’m finding it frustrating. I want to get these stories out and it just isn’t happening.
I know this is supposed to be a man and a woman looking at each other but all I saw was a transgendered man dreaming of being a Knight.
Are. Are you sure that’s not what it is? Because. That is absolutely how I saw it and I literally cannot see it any other way.
Yeah, nope that is the first thing I thought of too. He wants to be the knight in shining armor. or even Genderfluid bae as their own princess and knight
Same hair color, same eyes, same deep crimson color on the clothing, even the same flaring of the cuffs on the sleeves
I can’t tell if it’s water or crystal, but both are given the mystical properties of (self-)reflection and revealing the truth
If it was meant to be romantic between a guy and gal, their hands wouldn’t be touching at the fingertips like that. There’d be a fuller contact (i.e. palm to palm), or they’d be reaching out to each other but not quite making contact (to symbolize the divide that still separated them)
“It’s all so…specialised,” John said quietly. “I mean, nothing wrong with a bit of rough…” (he cleared his throat). “But all these…labels. Categories. Bears and puppies and bootblacks, oh my.”
“That’s one of the aspects I’m finding most fascinating,” Sherlock said with a pointy little smile. “I admire the precision.”
They’d barely bothered with cover, considering that the murder of the current Mr. Universal Leather titleholder was already a media sensation. NSY had chipped in to present Sherlock with a black leather version of that stupid hat before metaphorically slapping his arse and sending him off.
Even roaming the vendor room had been sexually-charged enough that Sherlock and John had taken refuge in the relatively-neutral t-shirt booth. Bear. Cub. Puppy. Fuckpig. Daddy. Top. Bottom. Vers.
Sherlock’s eyes scanned where John’s eyes lingered longest, and he made sure John knew it. “Good. Me too,” came the subsonic murmur. John was looking forward to making sure he’d understood it right.
“OH!” Sherlock yelled, looking at the con schedule. “Must run. It’s almost time for the recovery meeting.”
“You need a meeting? Right now?” John asked. The thought of Sherlock 12-stepping made him shudder, even though these people might know how to handle him.
“No, but our killer does! Amyl nitrate!” John stood briefly abandoned by the suspension demo as Sherlock bolted.
“It’s a question that I’m always reluctant to answer. I’ll tell you why because … When you do interviews with journalists that’s ALWAYS the question they ask. They always say ‘What’s the story with freaky fans that you have? What did they do? What scary things do they say?’ and I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again: When it’s a sport and people are fans of a team, they go into the stadiums and they dress up in the colours and everybody accepts it as perfectly normal. But when people are fans of a TV show or a film, they’re somehow described as freaky or suspicious or that there’s something kind of odd about that and I see absolutely no difference in it. In fact, I think our ability to get to play in adulthood which is something that we did … When children play we let them play and that’s part of life. And the further we go into adulthood, we move so far away from our ability to play and just have fantasy and do stuff that we really enjoy and do it with pride and with passion. So I’m reluctant to say that fans are strange or freaky or anything like that because … You know, from ANY of my experiences with all the people that I met today, on any Cons that I go to, I always meet fantastic people who allow themselves to be vulnerable and to be a little bit fucking weird.”
— Andrew Scott on the importance of fan interaction (Wales Comic Con 2018)
I swear, he is one of the only people involved with the show who actually GETS IT.
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