#holmesy

[britneyatseven]

01. "Illness is a story told in the past tense." --John Green (Turtles All The Way Down)

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I just finished reading Turtles All The Way Down last March and I honestly don't know what to feel when I closed the book after reading the epilogue. The main character both comforted and triggered me big time. She comforted me in ways I never knew I could be comforted. Maybe seeing my experiences through someone else's made me feel less alone, added by the fact that the author himself is suffering from the condition.

"Illness is a story told in the past tense."

I wanted to believe this quote from the story, quoting the main character's thoughts, before it, "I wanted to tell her that I was getting better, because that was supposed to be the narrative of illness: It was a hurdle you jumped over, or a battle you won." I wanted to believe that I can get better, that this battle can be won.

How, though? Every single day, I feel my mind pushing me down the spiral, and it's getting worse.

I often have a hard time going up the stairs we have at home. I often have a hard time going up almost any stairs in general, even when I'm outside. I try to keep them down as much as possible in hopes to hide them, but sometimes I just can’t.

A simple rest of my foot on a step feels so wrong, like placing it on a “wrong” part of the step could cause my accident, like my feet would slip through the gaps and break my legs, or simply just “wrong.” I always have to “place” my foot multiple times or even “march” my feet multiple times on a step before that, like I was shaking off the “bad luck” or the “thing” that would make me take the wrong step, before placing my foot on the next step.

It would always make me feel so dumb and weird and I often have to shake my head repeatedly even after I “comfortably” went up to the top step of the stairs. Like if I shook the thoughts off my head, I would easily forget I “need” to do them.

I thought trying to ignore these thoughts while going up these stairs can help me overcome this. I tried ignoring the thought that I have to place my foot on a certain part of the step until I passed through it, but I always ended up going back all the way down the stairs just to retrace them.

I guess trying to learn exposure and response prevention therapy without the guidance of a professional was a mistake. Huh. Surprising.

But that’s only one of my experiences. For me, everything around me feels so wrong, and everything bothers me. My comfort zone— reading—can’t even make me feel comfortable and at ease anymore, because words bother me as well, and that is more complicated than the stairs.

I always check the syllables if they are even numbers in every sentence and paragraph, and when I try to ignore the odd numbers, I always go back to the start of the sentence or the paragraph. (For example, words that felt "right": apple, orange, watermelon. Words that felt "wrong": grapes, strawberry, pineapple.) This makes reading so hard for me.

For someone who lives in her head most of the time, it’s funny how often it contradicts me. This sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, but I feel like my mind has a mind of its own. I can’t win against them, and believe me, you don’t know how hard I've been trying to.

I don’t know how to explain this more accurately because this condition, as I experience it, varies depending on the obsessions and the compulsions, but the feelings are all the same. Recurring obsessive and intrusive thoughts, compulsions to ease the extreme anxiety that was brought by those thoughts, and then repeat.

It is so damn exhausting.

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Originally written: 11/13/22

Revised: 04/13/23

--L

#john green #turtles all the way down #mental health #mental illness #living with ocd #aza #holmesy #first blog #foryou #foryoupage #writers on tumblr

[socialtomcat]

nothing quite like the horror of ur old special interest that youve tried to distance yourself from for a number of reasons becoming relevant again and just feeling yourself backsliding into the pits of hell and having no way of fighting it

#was gonna sleep and i remembered fucking tuatara movie is out #i cant do this today i literally cannot i going be sick #the level of psychic damage this book did to me john should be bursting into flames for his sins rn #😵‍💫💀😧🚨😿😡🤣☹️ #i mean on the one hand watching might get it over with #on the other what if i watch it and all my organs start shutting down in defiance #its probably bad. i hope its bad. no i dont. someone come put me out of my misery #guys its not even bad like its a good book that im normal about. it fucking sucks so bad and should never have been made. #i hope holmesy stares into the camera for 2 hours and screams #i hope #actually i cant say that #ack

[asprngdeductionist]

Pardon me that its unfinished and isnt corrected but should i finish it? You can red my entry about it:

aug.28.2002

         I messed up. She left. There is nothing to give my life meaning now. Except this. Blogging. Now. I am stuck in this life. In this small apartment I can't even pay because I don't have a job. I live here with my friend and roommate Arthur Cene who is a consultant for the police department here in Brighton. I`m Timothy Coates and this is my sad life.

aug.31.2002

What a beautiful day. when I was looking out the window, making tea, I noticed a leaf falling. That reminded me that September is coming and with it Fall. Artur left early today. He had a grumpy look on his face when he looked in the jar I usually put my part of the rent in and he said that I should be paying up because the landlord isn't happy. Neither was he because he will help me out for the 5th time this year.

I failed to mention in my last post that I haven't written here a while. About 4 months. This break-up really beat down on me.

sept.5.2002

Alright. Very interesting things happened today.

Arthur was really pissed off about the rent. He came in this morning and I could see his eyes slightly popping and the vein in his neck pumping. He screamed at me with all his voice: “You goddamn lunatic they cut out the power! Do you know how bad it is to suddenly feel a cold shower!” That explained why the tea wasn`t heating up.”Get a job for God's sake or at least go outside! You haven't been out for months!” His tone transitioned into a calmer, quieter one. The pumping vein disappeared, eyes slightly watered as he said: “What happened to you? Is it still about sarah? Because I'm tired of it! there are going to be other ones too. You don't need to whine on this one.” He paused. For about ½ a minute. He spoke again: “ Alright. I've got an offer for you. You come with me on the next case and I might pay all the rent again.” With these words his tone shifted to the normal, soothing, calm one. He then corrected his collar on  his shirt. THat he was wearing with a vest and jacket. The vest is always the same piece as the trousers. It`s black with smaller dark gray stripes on it. The jacket is either baby blue or a lighter gray. Never matching the vest and trousers. He doesn't usually wear ties. Whenever he does it is always either dark blue or scarlet red. He sometimes doesn't wear a jacket (this occasion was one of them because it's a warm day) , then he rolls up his sleeves. He usually wears elegant clothing. Anyways I jumped for the deal and went to get my coat. Unlike Arthur, my usual outfit was more usual. A simple hoodie did the job. We went out and walked to his car. Which, unlike what you`d think isn`t an Aston, it's a Mazda MX-5. We hopped into the car that was a bit wet because of the moisture in the air. This was because it rained a few days ago. “Shall we?” said Arthur in a slightly excited voice. Then, we drove off. Artur doesn`t drive slow. I feel he likes the adrenaline of moving fast and being on the edge. 

We arrived. Te building was tall, made out of brick with a creme coloured paint on it. It had large windows in stripes following all floors. At the entrance Arthur said: “Now, there are some people that don`t like me in there, so I don't want you looking at anyone. Don't make a mess, or draw attention to yourself. We get into the elevator and ask the chief what he has for us.” That was exactly what we did. The people inside all wore blue uniforms. Their badges flinging the light into my direction, where all the stares were going too. The place wasn't so loud. I could only hear whispers. Among the lines of: “Who is this guy?” and “He brought another person to impress.” but we kept going. Once we reached the elevators a slightly tall man in a baby-blue knitted vest with a matching shirt and dark-blue tie and very dark-blue trousers. His face was slim, not so tall. His hair was separated in the middle and shining from product. He wasn`t too fit but still able to maintain a decent looking body. He was holding documents up against his chest with his left hand. Arthur said with a sharp voice: “Gill! It is terrible to see you.” Before he could respond Artur said:”You better show up to the reception, and don`t worry you did terrible last night.” The guy walked away with an ashamed look on his face. bumbling.

How`d he know?

With that Arthur pushed the button to call the lift. With that another person appeared. He was wearing a red tie, black jacket, blue shirt and black trousers. 

Hey chief! - said Arthur in a surprised tone.

Arthur;  - nodded back the chief.

At the ding of the elevator we all picked up our heads and headed into the lift as the doors opened. The interior of the elevator was an orange ish color I can't really describe. Whilst we were in the elevator the chief asked Arthur

Who is this guy? - Whilst he pointed at me.

Just a friend. Thought he could come. - answered Arthur. The look on the chief`s face changed. It became a bit worried. 

Alright, he can come. - said the chief.

When we arrived I followed my friend to a room. There I met the team he worked with. Three men and a woman. My friend didn't seem to bother introducing me.

Alright, what do we have here. Did we get the robbery case I saw in the paper yesterday? - said my friend while he leaned over the table

Unfortunately, no we got a murder at a car shop. Name`s Aaron Glover, 34 blunt force trauma to the head.- 

Don`t bore me, let's go. - said my friend, cutting off the man.

We went downstairs and got into our car. We followed the policemen in a black van with the padge of the police deputy plastered all over the sides and back.

10 minutes later we have arrived at the shop, where my friend warned me

Alright this will be a bit gory. Are you okay with that?

Yes! Indeed I am. - I replied.

The shop wasn`t anything unusual. The outside was light blue. It was seemingly made out of bricks that gave it a strong structure. The building was surrounded by policemen, all sharing the same uniform. When we walked to the door I noticed the policeman next to it sighing as Arthur went past him. We stepped in, my friend picked some pace up and ran to the corpse, and hushed an officer trying to  say something. He got on his knees next to the bloody corpse and started examining it. He started mumbling. 

Grease under fingernails, probably mechanic. Single blunt blow to the head, probably an act of desperation. Right handed, smoker, yellow index and middle fingernails on right hand. Trying to get off of it tough, seeing the gum in the pockets and a singe nicotine patch in the same pocket and no pack of cigarettes anywhere, But if Tim would be so nice and open that cabinet for me that`d be marvelous.

He pointed to a small cabinet across the room. As I walked to it I felt the stares aiming for my back as everybody watched me reach for the handle. I pulled the door and I found a single pack of cigarettes laying there. I naturally picked  it up and showed it to everyone. He nodded and continued his search for clues.

He was trying very hard to get off of his strong habit in an act of desperation for something or rather someone. He was around late thirties judging from the wrinkles and type of wear and still not married - he said rising up a bit and pointing to his left hand that was missing a ring - He got a new girlfriend he was trying to impress, again, in an act of desperation. Not work clothes slightly more elegant than his everyday wear, wasn't too fancy clothes wearing type of person. He has cologne on and a ring in his pocket-

A what!? - shouted a man across the room. 

This son of a bitch tried to marry my sister? - He continued.

The man had a blonde very shaved to the left hair he kept fixing every 5 seconds. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket with gray trousers.

Who is this man? -  asked Arthur as he looked at the officer at the door. 

The owner of that car sir. - answered the policeman pointing to the car that was next to the body already raised off the floor. - He was working on it when he died. - finished the policeman

The soon to be brother in law. - said my friend while he walked across the room to the man, reaching his hand at him for a handshake - Arthur Cene, nice to meet you!

Jeffrey Cooke.

Arthur walked to me and said quietly

He is the killer. I hope you`re having fun. I`m sure I am. - he left me there with a confused face wondering why he is the killer. I thought I was going to find out anyway.

Arthur, then walked to the chief that just arrived.

Get the girlfriend`s address. I have a strong hunch.

You got it. -  Replied the chief.

He started walking to the exit as he flung his hand at me signaling me to come. I did what he asked me to do and I followed him. We got to the car and he said 

Have you read the paper?

Yes, I do it every day. Why?

You`ll understand it later.

We went back to the police building. We went upstairs, and waited on a nice leather couch in the corner of the lobby. The chief arrived 15 minutes later.

Alright! I got the  address, Gerald St. 26. 

Arthur instantly hopped out of his seat. I followed him with a slightly surprised face. We hopped into the car and started the journey. It took us about 10 minutes to reach our destination. We stopped and hopped out of the car. Arthur opened the gate and knocked on the bright pink door. The house wasn`t so special. It was a shared house with two doors next to each other and two addresses. The house was white and had two window ‘panels’. A young woman opened the door with brown hair and a gray shirt and black stretch pants.

Hi, come in. You must be with the police.

Hi! We`re very sorry for your loss.

Thank you. - She opened the door further, and we came in. The house was filled with supposedly family pictures. It was a well kept house with only some minor mess. Arthur started walking around aimlessly, looking at the photographs.

Tea? - asked the woman.

I`d want a cup thank you.

What kind?

Do you have english breakfast?

Yes I do. Take a seat. - I sat down but Arthur didn`t bother, he kept looking at the pictures. 

Is this your brother? - said Arthur whilst he picked up a picture with the man we met earlier and pointed to him.

Yes he is. Why do you ask?

Just curious. -said my friend as he sat down before letting out a long “hmm”.

So, why did you come here? 

To ask questions about Aaron but I`ve already got what I needed. Perhaps if you could tell me the names, address and or phone number of the people close to Aaron that`d be nice.

Of course! Anything to help the authorities. - She said as she went across the room to get a piece of paper and a pen. She came back and she wrote some things down on the paper and handed it to Arthur. 

Thank you very much. Do you have a problem if I invited all of these people to come here tomorrow morning?

Sure.

Alright, good-bye. -  He said as he walked out the door, not even waiting for me to stand up. I stood up, and followed him to the car.

Well, that was fast. Did we get everything we needed? - I asked him doubtedly not getting an answer

I didn`t understand anything he did. I haven't seen  him in this form. Usually he is more honest, not keeping up a facade that no one can see through.

I hopped into the car and we went back to the police station where we met the chief again.

#deduction #body language #observation #book #sherlock holmesy

[milquetoast27]

Holmes being a hypocrite🥰meant with love for my favourite detective

Something I noticed immediately in my re-reading of A Study in Scarlet, was this line from Holmes, where he's discussing famous literary detectives such as Dupin and Lecoq. He says the following:

"Now, in my opinion, Dupin was a very inferior fellow. That trick of his of breaking in on his friends' thoughts with an apropos remark after a quarter of an hour's silence is really very showy and superficial."

Holmesies you can't catch me out !! You did the exact same thing in The Dancing Men!!

Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence, with his long, thin back curved over a chemical vessel in which he was brewing a particularly malodorous product. His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a strange, lank bird, with dull grey plumage and a black top-knot. "So, Watson," said he suddenly, "you do not propose to invest in South African securities?" I gave a start of astonishment. Accustomed as I was to Holmes's curious faculties, this sudden intrusion into my most intimate thoughts was utterly inexplicable. 'How on earth do you know that?' I asked.

two points: I haven't read any Dupin stories (I plan to) so I don't know how this compares to how he does it.

Secondly, you could argue it's slightly less superficial, as Holmes does go on to explain how he figured it all out.

But I just love it because it showcases Holmes's show-offy style and want to impress people (especially Watson). Him being a hypocrite here just makes him more human. He gets so caught up in wanting to be different and unique that he doesn't catch this one !! I adore that, honestly.

Edit: He does this also in The Resident Patient and The Field Bazaar

#sherlock holmes #acd holmes #acd sherlock holmes #acd canon #study in scarlet

[lokidokieokie]

Fic Recs

Thou fic recs for the week of 10/10 - 16/10

Key: Smut/Implied Smut = 🔥

Loki Laufeyson

The Skill of Valkyrie by @just-another-blog-of-fluff 

50 Shades of Green by @fictive-sl0th 🔥

Dancing in the Dark by @holymultiplefandomsbatman 

An Impending Union by @acciotherapists 

Double the Fun by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Sit. Still. by @marvelfanfics1 🔥

I Am His Safe Space by @lady-rose-moon 

Hidden Talents by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

The Girl in the Mirror by @mochie85​ 🔥

Relinquish the Crown by @muddyorbsblr​ 

Stephen Strange

A Lesson in Magic by @feral-for-strange 🔥

An Absolute Point in Time by @bxsotted​ 

Late Night Confessions by @bxsotted​ 

Between the Lines by @bxsotted​ 

Sherlock Holmes

I Love You by @feral-for-strange 🔥

Admitting You by @specialagentlokitty 

I’ll Take Care of You by @bakerstreethound 🔥

Settle Down by @feral-for-strange 🔥

If It’s You by @specialagentlokitty 

Hair Product by @bakerstreethound 

Brother Dearest by @starks-hero 

Kisses Never Lie by @feral-for-strange 🔥

The Rest of Our Lives (P1) (P2)  by @lykaonimagines​ 

Absence of You by @lykaonimagines​ 

#fic rec #fic reccommendations #fanfic reccommendations #sherlock bbc #loki #stephen strange #doctor strange #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #fanfic #rec #sherlock holmes #tom hiddleston characters #benedict cumberbatch character

[honekujiras]

Summary:

As I looked out over the scenery that stretched before us, the verdant hills dappled with cottages and the clouds gliding lazily across the sky, I was struck by an overwhelming wave of emotion. It was like a youthful sort of mourning, a thing that held my heart in a vice and refused to let go. It was like catching your smiling reflection and thinking, I will miss this day when I'm old. "Holmesie," said I. "Are you happy?" The Great Detective has retired to the English countryside, and his biographer comes one day seeking counsel.

my piece for day 7 of @greatestfamilyweek - long distance / future! i always thought taking a look at the evolution of iris's and holmes's relationship would be fun :3

read on AO3 or check out the excerpt below!

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THESE DAYS, I find that I have precious little room to simply think. Living in the capital will do that to a person: always some lively event taking place downtown or some invitation to a party held by the neighbour of a friend of a colleague. The stacks of incomplete manuscripts seem with each glance ever more endless, too, outnumbered only by the sheer clutter in what one clever man referred to as that "brain-attic" of mine. It is not my intent to complain, of course; if I held some severe, irreconcilable dislike for this foggy town, I would have moved far away by now. Even on this train ride through the English countryside, my thoughts continued to drift London-ward—for better or worse.

The porter had been surprised at my travelling alone, I recall, and I could not blame him. A young woman unaccompanied by a suitor or husband must have made a curious sight, nevermind the vibrance of my hair or the notepad in my hand, kept readily available, kept readily available for whenever a stroke of creativity should strike me. Then again, I suppose I have grown accustomed to getting an odd look or three since my youth.

And as the man took my luggage, I wondered if he would have recognised my name—that is, if he had ever read one of the stories published in the heyday of my authorship. I still receive letters from avid readers on occasion begging for another installation of my masterwork series, but due to a certain series of circumstances, I must always let them down. Since those days, I have tried my hand at writing everything from fantasy to historical retellings to non-fiction, but these have not met nearly as much success. Fortunately, it has not shaken my resolute love for creation, for the art of the English language.

So I say, anyway. But I digress.

It would seem writing is an effective pastime, for the station came into view hardly a moment after I wrote this passage. Once the train crawled to a stop, I took my bags and exited out onto the platform. I had visited Sussex a couple of times in the past, though not as frequently as I would have liked, and yet each occasion made me feel as though I had entered a world entirely separate from my own. The brilliant blue sky stretched out above my head; the pure summer air filled my lungs.

As I stepped back to admire the view, however, I struck against an older gentleman who had deboarded the train behind me. The books he was holding fell to the ground with a muted thud.

"My apologies, sir!" said I. "I didn't notice you were there."

"Nonsense. It was my fault for not moving out of the way," the man said as I crouched to gather them in my arms. The top-most volume was titled The Origin of Tree Worship, and I smiled furtively at the author listed below, one of my noms de plume.

"My," croaked the man, perhaps noticing my expression, "are you a fan of Miss Anna Graham's works as well?"

"You could say that," I replied, thinking about the months I had spent on writing that particular story. "May I ask why Tree Worship? Miss Graham has released quite a few novels more popular than that."

The man laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in a way that was strangely familiar to me. "Mmadam, I have always felt that the soul of a book mattered more than its success," he remarked. "If the author poured their flesh and blood into their writing, then what does the popularity of the thing matter?"

"I'm glad you think so, sir," said I. There was something so deeply reassuring about a stranger uttering these words to me—these words that assuaged an insecurity I had been grappling with for some time.

"Ah, it seems one more landed over there," the man said suddenly, pointing a gnarled finger towards a book that had landed by the wayside. "Would you pick it up for me? My back isn't what it used to be, you see."

"But of course!" I knelt down to pick up the last of the volumes, only to still when I saw the cover. A Study in Scarlet, it read.

"Thank you, my dear Iris," a well-remembered voice replied.

When I whirled around, before me stood not the stooped, elderly book-collector, but a proud man sporting a tweed overcoat and deerstalker cap. His head was held high and his eyes glimmered with mischief. Still, there were certain indications of his age: the streaks of white in the platinum-blond hair beneath his wig, the soft wrinkles of his face that had been only deepened with makeup, and the spectacles and cane that he had not discarded. In all, though, it was that man through and through.

"Holmesie!" I exclaimed.

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keep reading on AO3!

#dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #tgaafamilyweek23 #sherlock holmes #iris watson #herlock sholmes #iris wilson #my writing #dgs-onlys reading this like girl what happened to your prose #idk either i became 90% more pretentious in season 2

[mariana-oconnor]

The Five Orange Pips pt 2

There were no signs of violence, no footmarks, no robbery, no record of strangers having been seen upon the roads.

Ghost murderer.

"They have, however, allowed me a policeman, who may remain in the house with me." "Has he come with you tonight?" "No. His orders were to stay in the house." Again Holmes raved in the air.

First, all my Holmesies at the rave:

Second, I'm really going to agree with Holmes here. Neither of the first two deaths occurred in the house. The policeman should be on bodyguard duty not house guarding duty. What the actual? This is spectacular incompetence. To the point where it borders on conspiracy.

"There is but one thing to do. It must be done at once. You must put this piece of paper which you have shown us into the brass box which you have described. You must also put in a note to say that all the other papers were burned by your uncle, and that this is the only one which remains. You must assert that in such words as will carry conviction with them. Having done this, you must at once put the box out upon the sundial, as directed. Do you understand?"

And we come to the further reason why Elias Openshaw was a massive dick. By burning the papers he ensured that his family would have no way to prove that they were gone and therefore protect themself. The one scrap exists by luck rather than design and honestly, isn't proof that everything's been destroyed. Do I want the bad guys to get their papers back? No. But there was definitely a better way to play this than to leave your family with literally no way to protect themselves. You can't just say 'the papers don't exist anymore' and expect everyone to believe it.

Outside the wind still screamed and the rain splashed and pattered against the windows. This strange, wild story seemed to have come to us from amid the mad elements—blown in upon us like a sheet of seaweed in a gale—and now to have been reabsorbed by them once more.

In case you had forgotten, the weather is miserable, but Watson's clearly loving it.

"But have you," I asked, "formed any definite conception as to what these perils are?" "There can be no question as to their nature," he answered.

Based on the lack of any physical evidence at the second death site, I still feel like 'the ghosts of the people Elias Openshaw murdered' would 100% be a reasonable solution for this story if it were to step into the supernatural.

As Cuvier could correctly describe a whole animal by the contemplation of a single bone,

Sounds fake, but OK. It's the Victorian period. Anything goes. (Also apparently Cuvier was anti-evolution and laid the basis for scientific racism, so we're really in it now)

"It was a singular document. Philosophy, astronomy, and politics were marked at zero, I remember. Botany variable, geology profound as regards the mud-stains from any region within fifty miles of town, chemistry eccentric, anatomy unsystematic, sensational literature and crime records unique, violin-player, boxer, swordsman, lawyer, and self-poisoner by cocaine and tobacco. Those, I think, were the main points of my analysis."

Ah, a flashback to A Study in Scarlet, if I remember correctly. Nice little nod to the readers, ACD.

a possession of all knowledge, which, even in these days of free education and encyclopaedias, is a somewhat rare accomplishment

In these days of wikipedia... I think you might call that a completely unknown accomplishment.

And we finally get to the part of the story with the anti-racism. Thank you ACD for putting this in Holmes' voice and making it very, very clear where he stands on the matter.

"You will observe," said Holmes, laying down the volume, "that the sudden breaking up of the society was coincident with the disappearance of Openshaw from America with their papers. It may well have been cause and effect."

And this is where we get the 'Openshaw might have been remorseful and changed sides' narrative from. That and the 'my sins' line from the first part. Sure, fine. Maybe he decided that they were going too far and perhaps the murdering, intimidation and terrorism were a little more extreme than he wanted. But fuck that, because he kept the fucking papers.

Maybe it was shame that held his tongue, but I keep coming back to the papers, over and over again. If he was already marked for death then why tf did he burn the papers and not turn them over to an authority that could actually do something with them? That would have protected his family at least a little and it would have stopped the papers from falling back into the wrong hands. It's absolutely the best play here. He has evidence of crimes committed. He has nothing left to lose. He should have turned the papers over immediately, but whatever. At this point he has no reason not to turn them over.

Sure, he probably would still have been killed, but he was dead anyway. All he had to do was try to take them down with him. But he didn't. He burnt the papers. So even if he was remorseful or ashamed or whatever (and it doesn't seem like from his nephew's description of him that he was particularly changed in his viewpoints) he still didn't go far enough to actually try to do something about it. Instead he put his family at risk and tried to protect what? His reputation? Fuck that.

He stopped for himself. He protected himself. And then at the end, he protected his reputation.

"There is nothing more to be said or to be done to-night, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen."

Some music to soothe the spirits. Holmes fiddles while London storms.

#long post #the five orange pips #letters from watson #Sherlock Holmes #Look I really don't like Elias Openshaw and I don't think he is at all redeemed by the narrative #he's a racist selfish idiot murderer

[thrawns-backrest]

Alright, choose one for an adventure, the other three will try to kill you:

- Ascendancy Thrawn

- 2017 trilogy Thrawn

- Rebel Thrawn

- Ashoka Thrawn (I know I cheat on this one)

🎤🎤🎤

Oh no... oh shit, I'm really screwed here 😂 let's be real, my only chance is if they decide it's a competition and somehow get in each other's way.

But let's give this a go: I need the most competent one to come with me so he isn't trying to kill me. I wanna have adventures with baby Ascendancy Thrawn but he's the least experienced one so he'll be on the killing list. Let's hope he's too busy getting harassed by the Syndicure and going to tribunals

Rebel Thrawn is scary af but the Ghost crew slipped away from him enough times so he's got the worst luck ever. That'll work in my favor.

Ahsoka Thrawn... idk he just looks tired man, dude just wants to go home at this point probably 😂 plus Ezra may have softened him up in their space wilderness adventure which is totally canon and totally happened. yes.

So that leaves 2017 Thrawn as my adventure buddy. 10/10 outcome as he's the most Sherlock Holmesy of the lot. Also if he brings Eli and Faro along, I'll die happy when the other three eventually kill me.

Thank you for the ask!! 💗💗You ramped the difficulty level up to eleven on this one ngl 😂

#I want y'all's opinions here #did I pick right

[firefly-fez]

I’m re-reading turtles all the way down and I just can’t help but think that Daisy has undiagnosed ADHD. Especially with how she calls Aza ‘Holmesy’ instead of by her name. She’s called ‘Aza’ because her parents said she could be anything and someone with ADHD would see all that unrealised potential as a negative, like somethiing that’s difficult to live up to, rather than a good thing. Like I realise the surname ‘Holmes’ is a reference to Sherlock and Daisy doesn’t totally understand Aza’s struggle and it’s supposed to be a commentary on how a friend misunderstands or struggles to understand the illness but I just can’t help but resonate more with Daisy’s side of the story. Not every neurodivergent kid had a diagnosis during childhood, and there are certainly childhood friends in my life I wish I could go back and give that context to, because I didn’t handle certain things well either. Someone who doesn’t take your mental health seriously is also someone who doesn’t take their own mental health seriously, and a best friend who hyperfixates on star wars, projects onto her favourite star wars character, impulsively spends money and thinks of limitless potential in the name ‘Aza’ as a negative just screams ADHD to me.

Even though the book’s main message about how sucky it is to romanticise mental illness is so relatable right now. I still resonate with Daisy more than Aza, because projecting an unmet need onto a star wars character is exactly how I spent my teen years dealing with being a neurodivergent kid before I knew I was neurodivergent.

Also, and I realise this is low on John Green’s list of priorities right now, but I can’t help but wonder whether that line about attack of the clones being the most underrated star wars film made it into the movie. I made a comment during the P4A a couple years back about how the clone wars film should be considered the most underated star wars film, and although I stand by that statement, it is absolutely essential to Daisy’s worldview that she undervalues the buddy-cop found family siblinghood between Rex and Ahsoka. And you gotta respect John Green for not making Daisy a Rexoka shipper. It is very amusing being an avid star wars fan and knowing exactly the kind of fandom debates John has obviously been reading up on, and I really look forward to seeing how the star wars takes were represented in the movie.

#turtles all the way down #john green #nerdfighteria

[jas02]

Awww Holmesy, we've both fallen in love. Me with an artist and you with a billionaire

[ask-post-dgs2-crew]

Dear cousin Iris,

20, 5, 12, 12

5, 22, 18, 25, 15, 14, 5

20, 8, 1, 20

20, 9, 13, 5

9, 19

21, 16

6, 15, 18

13, 5

2, 12, 1, 13, 5

11, 1, 18, 13, 1

Henry

My dear cousin Henry,

I have solved your little puzzle and I must say, I fear for you. Truly, I do. I do not know what fate awaits you, but I can only plead for you to find some way to avert it. Holmesies and I will find some way to discover the truth about your circumstances if the need be, but I hope it does not have to come to that.

With great concern, Iris

#ask #ask dgs #ask tgaa #heather and henry #character ask

[worldend]

i get that they had to change iris' nickname for sherlock due to the name change but holmesies was so cute though

#but why did they change ryuu to runo but kept susato as susie... i dont get it

[gold-onthe-inside]

watched turtles all the way down and I had thoughts

• love the fucking intro

• nalini from nhie is hereeee

• holy shit this started out heavy

• the childhood montage and the music is mwah

• it's perfect it's perfect it's perfect

• daisy is amazing i love her

• dr pepper ! I see you j green

• oh bad guy and her obsessive thoughts is amazing

• daisy's a good friend

• SCHOPENHAUER QUOTE

• succession lady!

• HAROLD!!

• daisy and aza are such bestiessss

• the mystery music is killing me!

• daisy's fucking pee pee monologue is killing me!

• DAISY YOU FUCKING STAR 'do you still have that canoe'

• 'we're about to live the American dream. benefitting off of someone else's misfortune.'

• the star wars lightsabering ahshs

• the music for this movie is SO WELL CHOSEN

• 'she's a... Leo'

• HIS SMILEEE

• I love aza and daisy sm

• "MICROBIANCA"

• SHE FOUND THE BLOG

• aza's embarrassment is so cute

• oh they're such refreshingly accurate teens

• HE KNOWS SHE LOVES DR PEPPER

• THIS HOUSEEEE

• Mychal is cute

• THE FISH METAPHOR!!!!

• 'I like the way your brain works. it hums.' hshshajbsj

• sir, she thinks you're giving her pop tarts

• 'tuatara abuse' I SNORTED

• no-one gets between daisy and her money

• girl math

• the tension between besties is tensioning

• JOHN GREEN CAMEO

• he's smiling too much though

• oof this mother daughter relationship needs work

• "maybe because our hearts are broken in the same places" GIRL I--

• I don't remember them swimming in the book

• GOD they're cute

• THEYRE FLIRTINF SHSHJSBS

• IM LAUGHING

• the catch 22 lines

• noah's cute and his voice is so contrasting with his cheeks

• AIRPLANE IS NEW

• DRINKING DR PEPPER IN CHAMPAGNE GLASSES

• why can't I have a boyfriend who flies me to Chicago :(

• insaneeeeee

• debby ryan?

• THIS IS INSANEEEE AZA MARRY HIMMM

• who has a boyfriend who takes you to your idol?

• SHES TELLING HER THE TURTLES STORY HSHSHWJ

• aza!!!

• uh oh uh oh

• it's happening she ate it

• HOW DOES SHE DO THAT WITH HER FACE?

• this is so sad now I might cry

• oh no oh no no no she's reading the fics

• uh oh the mustard argument

• SHIT THE CAR CRASHED

• oh god I'm crying

• oh no no no no this is not good

• it's giving horror movie

• no honey please stop

• her mom singing is gonna make me cry again

• both of you stop doing that with your face

• mrs holmes making me cry again

• where is my daisy? I need someone to yell that they love me and be buried next to me.

• they solved the mystery!!!

• I want daisy's pretzel earrings

• "I stole it from a lizard for you." were more romantic words ever said?

• never mind there can be: "I think if I don't go now, I'll never leave"

• aww they found a way to bring in hope

• even in the future daisy must have pink hair

• "love is both how you become a person and why. love, holmesy is how you become real."

#turtles all the way down #movie

[linneatanner]

FEATURED AUTHOR: N.L. HOLMES

I am pleased to host N. L. Homes again as the featured author in The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour being held between October 30th — November 10th, 2023. She is the author of the Historical fiction, The Moon That Fell from Heaven (Empire at Twilight Series), released by Red Adept Publishing on 26th September 2023 (307 pages)

Below are highlights of The Moon That Fell from Heaven, the author bio for N. L. Holmes, and a post about her fascinating research on the Bronze Age port city of Ugarit in northern Syria.

(via N L Holmes The Moon That Fell from Heaven #Hittites #WomenProtagonists #PoliticalIntrigue #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @nlholmesbooks @cathiedunn)

[hitchell-mope]

Don’t make him regret his decision now Holmesy

#elementary #tremors

[silliott]

Turtles All The Way Down

Spoiler warning

I read this book a bit ago but I want to start “reviewing” the books I’ve been reading because I’ve gotten back into reading and I love to rant.

I had to read this book for my ‘Independent Novel’ for class, im 15 (my birthday was today actually!) and in 9th grade at a pretty hardcore school. I’m supposed to finish reading it by October 1st but I just got hooked and couldn’t stop, I already returned it to the library 😭.

The book is about a girl named Asa Holmes, but her friends call her Holmesy. She, though it is not directly stated, shows signs of OCD, intrusive thoughts etc. You follow her along as she struggles and attempts to deal with her problems as a 16 year old girl.

There is a missing person who was very rich, and holmsey knew/knows this person’s son named David Pickett. Her friend and Her really want to solve this mystery because there is a large sum of money for solving it.

This is where it gets kind of disappointing, the book had potential to not dabble into romance and all of that, since I am asexual and not necessarily into romance I’d prefer a non romantic focused book for a change but it’s John Green so I’ll allow it this once. While she is trying to solve the mystery of Davis’s father she falls in love with Davis. This was very frustrating to me, though it helped shine a light into the unseen difficulties people with OCD have to deal with when it comes to romance, I, again would enjoy a book NOT centered around romance. Davis ends up giving her a large sum of money to not uncover the mystery and she goes on with her life regularly; studying and hanging out with her best friend who writes Star Wars fan fiction. Well as regularly as she can, she constantly worries about bacteria and illnesses and recently she’s been getting more frequent intrusive thoughts that bother her and trigger her “thought spirals”

She gets into an argument with her friend over her selfishness and the way she constantly brings others down, how she is kind of a nuisance. While arguing they’re in the car and it gets so heated they crash. Holmsey is hospitalized but her friend ends up okay

They forgive each other and holmsey becomes content (or as content as she can) with her “issues”. She and David don’t last, he and his brother, now without parents, have to move away and Asa realizes she isn’t in the right place for a relationship anyway, as much as she wanted to kiss David it was just not going to work because it caused triggered her thought spirals to the point she drank hand sanitizer which caused serious liver damage.

I was disappointed with the ending of this book as it seems like it had the potential to be something it didn’t, the ending was not happy but that isn’t a bad thing, it was nice having a realistic ending but I wish there was more, it seemed lackluster and rushed

Even though some parts were disappointing I still really enjoyed the book and I read it VERY quickly, I would give this an overall 8/10 and I would re-experience this book for the first time if I could.

(I’m apologizing in advance because I am reviewing this book weeks after finishing it, I finished another book before this one but this is one I really did want to review. If I have some details wrong or there’s a detail I left out that you think I should add and share my opinions on please let me know, just don’t be rude about it! Tell me your opinions on this book if you want to, I would love it hear how others feel about this book as it is pretty popular)

#john green #tatwd #turtles all the way down #book review #books and reading