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I have taken up my pen to write to you, but always I feared, lest your affectionate regard might tempt you to some indiscretion which would betray my secret.

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I’ve had a life with you for 19 years. But then I met the Doctor. And all the things I’ve seen him do for me, for you, for all of us, for the whole stupid planet and every planet out there, he does it alone, Mum. But not any more ‘cause now he’s got me. — Doctor Who (2005-) | Season 1

#god I love Rose T.T #these gifs give me so much nostalgia

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tired of people saying “gender is a spectrum, sex is a binary” when they’re trying to explain transness or whatever. sex is also a spectrum

#woo Turner syndrome gang unite #I'm NB and intersex so like...I'm nowhere on any binary

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jane austen is timeless because the line “i’m 27 years old, i’ve no money and no prospects. i’m already a burden to my parents and i’m frightened” is as relevant today as when she published pride and prejudice in 1813 😭

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#in a manner of speaking

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Anyway

#roe v wade #abortion #idk if i can post this anywhere else lol #meme

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I won this auction at @221bcon! This is a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle’s son Adrian and John Dickson Carr (who I suspect did most of the heavy lifting). It was originally published in 1952; this is the 1970s paperback reissue. It’s okay. The MAIN reason I wanted it is to share with you….

…the very last page. Apparently ACD’s own son hated the idea of Holmes and Watson being separated in retirement so much that he published his own fix-it fic!

#sherlock holmes #221bcon

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they hate me because im gay :/ also i have been murdering the locals but mostly because of the gay thing

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The Granada promo photo shoots are like an article for middle aged married men, sharing their happiness. So, I…. Um….

Many years ago, a young doctor found himself alone in London, without kith nor kin to turn to in his disillusion and loneliness. A detective struggling to create his own private consulting practice found himself unable to afford lodgings in the City. A chance encounter, a few glossed over confessions, and a murder investigation later, saw the beginning of a devoted and loving ‘intimate companionship’ that has spanned decades. 

I sat down with Mr Sherlock Holmes and his beloved Boswell, Dr John Watson in one of the Speaking Rooms at the club of Holmes’ brother. The Diogenes, with its silence and secrets allowed us the opportunity to speak frankly and openly with one another. 

[Young love. Holmes and Watson shortly after they began sharing their rooms in Baker Street. Even while trying to keep their bond a secret, they were less than discreet.]

More than thirty years, including fifty-six short stories, and four novels. How can you explain the strength of your relationship? 

Holmes gives a cheeky, sly smile, shared with his Watson. “He is nothing, if not eager. Enthusiastic. After all this time, he is still an excited boy when it comes to me and my skills.“

Eyeing his partner, Watson snickers. “You’re six years younger than I am, my dear.”

“In years, yes. In cynicism? Never.” He pats Watson’s knee, earning an eye roll.

[Hard At Work. Holmes and Watson: partners in every sense of the word.]

Do you find it difficult to separate the different halves of your life? Keeping servant and chronicler apart from partner and friend?

Holmes snorts and claps his hands together in his amusement. “When he takes up his pen, it as my other half, rather than my chronicler. It is what leads him to so greatly embellish my skills. He thinks he is doing me a service.“ he hums, squirming in his seat. Beside him, Watson gives me a long suffering look and raises his eyebrows towards Holmes, as if to say ‘You see what I live with?’ 

“He has always been like this.” Watson mutters. “The man positively wallows is false modesty.“ His voice is flat, but there is an obvious look of mirth about his eyes.

[Beekeeping In Sussex. Even in retirement, Holmes tries to keep his mind active.]

“We bought a small cottage with the fee Holmes charged for a case involving a-”

“Hush, Watson!“ 

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry. This case hasn’t been put into print yet. It’s not important. Allow me to simply say, we were financially secure for the first time in our lives. Holmes had given his life savings to a distant cousin of his, in order that he might purchase my practice.” The look Watson gives Holmes is half deep love, half annoyed resignation. 

“You were trying to sell.” Holmes chimes in, lighting a cigarette. For the rest of our interview, he only inhales it once, but uses it the gesture wildly to make his points. “I thought it best to keep the practice in the family. And besides, since the money went to you in the first place, and I maintain your finances, it was little more than just taking it from one place to the other.“

“You just wanted me to move back home.”

“Yes.”

[Doctor, writer, soldier, surgeon. Watson is just as impressive as his more analytical companion. Here we find them in Watson’s consulting room.]

Was it ever intimidating, working along such a great mind?

Before Watson can even open his mouth, Holmes leaps in with a reply. “Yes, I did find it so, on occasion.“ This earns him a kiss on the temple, and an elbow in the ribs. At the same time. “When I first met Watson, I was little more than a boy. Still in my twenties, and rather embarrassingly innocent.” he continues, rubbing his side.

“You make me sound like some sort of deviant, Holmes. I was hardly older than you.”

“You thought I was a student.” The detective’s grey eyes twinkle as he laughs. 

“I hadn’t learnt your methods yet. I found you in a school laboratory, mixing chemicals. What was I meant to think? I was soon corrected.”

“When I told you your own circumstances. Recently home from the war.” Holmes rests his hand on Watson’s knee. 

“Friendless, and alone.” Watson murmurs, covering Holmes’ fingers with his own. 

Seeming to remember my presence, both men clear their throats and shift in their seats. 

“I’m sorry, what was the question?”

[Ever the show man, Holmes shamelessly flirts with our photographer. Watson is less than amused.]

 "It took me several years, to be completely comfortable with Holmes. Comfortable enough to speak my mind about certain topics.“

Holmes nudges the doctor, and leans against him for a moment. “Watson is very much a proper gentleman. He is referring of course to my addiction. It had come between us for many years.” He links their fingers together, and I can see that he is squeezing hard enough to turn his knuckles white. 

“But you’ve overcome it, my dear.“ 

"With your assistance.” Holmes’ words are low and soothing, obviously trying to comfort Watson over a subject that still smarts him to this day. “Every day, Watson would do what he could to distract me from the black fits and boredom that threatened to drive me mad. Whether it was shuffling me about on walks through the Park, or evenings at the opera house, he staved off the need to poison myself.“

[Philosophy and agriculture. Watson lovingly maintains a garden, which provides Holmes’ bees with something to do.]

"Before, I had thought rusticating in the country would be a punishment. I’ve since learnt how wrong I was.” Watson grins. “The cottage is situated near the sea. Holmes goes swimming nearly every day. I, on the other hand, am lazy and old. I tend our garden, and write when I’m bored. Holmes hasn’t taken to retirement as easily as I have.“

"I believe I have been doing admirably.” Holmes puts in, waving his still smoldering cigarette near Watson’s face. The doctor doesn’t even flinch as it comes dangerously close to his eye.

“You’ve solved four murders, a kidnapping, and a case of mistaken identity.”

“That’s only been this month, though.”

[Looking ahead. Watson is still writing Holmes’ adventures, and Holmes is still amazed that Watson is by his side.]

So what’s next for you?

The pair share a speaking glance. It’s easy to read the exchange.

‘Would you care to?’

‘No, you can go ahead.’

‘Are you sure?’

It’s Watson who speaks first.

“I still have dozens of stories that have been unpublished, for safety reasons. I would like to put them into print. After that?” he looks over at his companion.

Holmes gives me a serene smile, his lashes coming down over his pale eyes almost coquettishly.  "Bees, flowers, and honey.“

#this is so cute 😭

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one day some of you will actually go outside and go to pride and you’re going to meet old black queens who refers to themselves as femme, you’ll meet people from small towns who still use the word transsexual, you’ll see that your local activist organization set up a stall about your local LGBT history that includes leather bar’s history, you’ll see lesbians in groups refer to themselves as “guys” and “boys”, you’ll see someone with breasts and pasties and little else have “he / him” painted on his chest, and you’ll be so caught up with your terminally online attitude that instead of appreciating the wide diversity of people who exist in the LGBT community who are brave enough to share themselves you’ll just be formulating posts and tweets in your head for when get home about how “problematic” it all was and it’s honestly tragic

#i had to log off of twitter yesterday because of someone saying that only lesbians could use butch/femme i was like #ummm yeah lemme just tell people twice my age who lived through things I cannot IMAGINE how to call themselves and experience their lives

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Love how holmes is clearly very good at his work, but he’s good because he puts the effort in. People are like ‘wow holmes you’re a genius’ and he’s like honestly not really please just read my fucking monograph about cigarettes and you’d have come to the same conclusion and they’re like ‘wow I just don’t know how you do it’ and he’s like please for the love of fuck I am telling you exactly how I did it and how you can do it too I am begging you to listen to me and do some research

#love him #sherlock holmes #acd canon

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Judas arguing with his boyfriend Jesus | JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR (2000)

All I ask is that you listen to me And remember, I’ve been your right hand man all along

#jesus christ superstar #look 2000 JCS is absolutely unhinged and weird #but these two are boyfriends and I love that

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possibly the funniest sequence of posts

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i have spent more of my precious time on this earth than i care to admit deciding which of the doctorwhos will say fuck

here are my findings, please enjoy

first doctor: swears once in a blue moon. always catches people off guard which he thinks is hilarious, cue much heeheehoohoo wehehehe

second doctor: a wholesome grandpa who has never said anything stronger than “fiddlesticks”. gently bonks jamie on the head if he says a naughty word

third doctor: let off a litany of curses in front of the brigadier once, just to see what would happen (outcome: subject rendered puce and speechless)

fourth doctor: will let off a booming great “FUCKING HELL” when under stress but rarely in front of sarah jane. censors himself less around romana and definitely swears at K9

fifth doctor: absolutely does not swear, thinks it’s terribly bad taste and tegan swears enough for all of them anyway

sixth doctor: RIP peri and mel they put up with so much from this foul mouthed little rainbow gremlin. swearing intensifies when peri puts him on a diet

seventh doctor: swears with an impressive amount of creativity, mostly to get a laugh out of ace and usually in languages no-one else can speak

eighth doctor: swears often and with enthusiasm, prone to following with a ramble about the etymology of certain curse words

war doctor: has been through the wringer so hard that most swear words feel insufficient now, but will use a well-timed f-bomb now and then

ninth doctor: realises soon after his regeneration that northern accents were made for swearing. fookin ell rose it’s the fookin daleks

tenth doctor: keeps it extremely tame. most companions get a half-joking, half-serious “oi. language” if they swear - the exception being donna bc he quickly realises she is a lost cause

metacrisis doctor: canonically curses in the extended universe stuff and rose calls it “donna swearing”, confirming my suspicions that donna will say fuck and ten will not say fuck

eleventh doctor: absolutely does swear but people are always surprised / mildly scandalised by it because he looks about twelve

twelfth doctor: of course he fucking does, get in the fucken box clara we’re gonnae go shit up davros and his wee pepperpot cunts

thirteenth doctor: not a swear in sight. possibly got it all out of her system in the previous incarnation. yaz reacts with mock outrage if she even says “heck”

#this is why twelve is the best

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cool lesbian + nonbinary grandpa swag

(and twelfth doctor mullet)

#doctor who

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