[ID: screenshot of critical role vox machina, episode 72. matt is holding a finger to his lips, is looking to the side, and seems to be barely holding back a grin. liam is singing “anything can happen in the woods.” laura is agape and wide-eyed, looking astonished and delighted. travis is leaning back with his hands clasped in front of his mouth, and he is looking excitedly in laura’s direction. sam is grinning and leaning on his hand, looking at taliesin. taliesin is glancing down at the table, looking somewhat pleased with himself. marisha has her knees pulled up and has buried her face in her arms. /end ID]
I never watched BBC Sherlock or engaged in the fandom and being into original Sherlock Holmes in the year 2024 feels like frolicking in a meadow that’s grown up over a battlefield. Occasionally a war weary veteran with shadows in their eyes will find me. “Don’t you know what happened in this place?” they ask me. “I literally don’t,” I reply, and go back to drawing guys from 1895.
I’m just thinking about how many times I’ve heard my dad on a long call with an obvious scammer and I’ll start begging him to get off the phone because I always think he’s a very easy mark and he’ll just keep going and then after a while he’ll say something like “I died 20 years ago” and hang up.