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FOR GOD’S SAKE JOHN, TAKE A FUCKING HINT
One of the things about Sherlock that I find a little bit funny is that despite him being a genius, and quite extraordinary tbh, he still is remarkably relatable. I guess I find it funny because of how many times I’ve seen people talking about him as if he was a completely unrelatable character (I’m still wanking about dfp characterization, yes, I’ll never stop). Look. I can relate to this dork who sucks at communicating, who skip meals and has a fucked up rhythm of sleep, who sulks and is vexed, who care about people and about what people think of him, who’s socially anxious and who cries a lot when he’s not rude (unknowingly and against his will), who doesn’t always get social conventions, who overthinks, who sees the world in his own way, makes bad jokes and likes humour noir (black humour, is that how it’s translated?), jokes only a very limited amount of people will laugh at, who has “odd” fields of interest, who is seen as awkward, who uses jokes as a defence mechanism when he’s anxious, who bottles up his feelings, who’s depressed and at the same time who can laugh to tears and jump in excitement, who lets his inner child express itself, who bicker with his brother, who has known rejection and hatred, and bullies, throughout his life, and who has an inalterable affection and dedication to his loved ones, who falls in love completely and passionately, who values loneliness and can’t stand to be alone, who values logic, morals, justice, loyalty, science, arts, music, friendship, kindness, love. And even if I’m not actually gay but bisexual, I also relate to Sherlock for this.
Sherlock is a very relatable character, as much as John is, despite the feeling of surrealism he can sometimes give because he’s basically one of the cleverest people in the world and lives the most incredible adventures; and I can see myself in him a lot - it’s actually with Sherlock I identify with the most, and that since the very first time I watched the show, that’s what makes me empathise with him (and not only understand him through analysis and basic psychology and sociology knowledge). I wouldn’t be able to relate this much if he was the cold sociopath and calculating machine some people think he is.
What the Greek Goddesses would smell from Amortentia
Hera: heady potpourri, deep red roses, champagne, new purses
Aphrodite: pink lemonade, salty ocean breezes, cherry scented lipgloss, coconuts
Demeter: pumpkin patches, fragrant soap, freshly tilled soil, apple pie
Athena: newly printed books, library air, fresh linen, black ink
Hestia: crackling bonfires, rich home-cooked stew, hot chocolate, cinnamon
Artemis: cool fall air, autumn leaves, soft fur, midnight dew
Persephone: pomegranate shampoo, lavender, cologne, crisp winter nights
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she commands the sea underneath her fingertips and her every step releases waves that engulf her enemies.
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Athena: So, how's it feel to be old?
Zeus: How does it feel to be a smart ass?
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The Olympians: Ares
Born from Zeus and Hera, he was known as the Greek god of war, often resembling the physical or violent aspects compared to his sister, Athena. He is most known for his many affairs and offspring from them, especially his affair with Aphrodite.
“Ares is lord: Greece has no fear of gold.”
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He dreamt about her dying, and he woke up screaming.
Percy sat bolt upright in bed, Riptide clutched tight in his hand, head throbbing, eyes watering, throat raw. He couldn’t breathe properly and he was shaking, the remnants of the dream lingering around him still.
A hand gently grasped his arm, reassuringly warm and solid, anchoring him back to reality. Beside him, Annabeth sat up. She was in one of his old t-shirts, and it was hanging off to one side, exposing her freckled shoulder. Her hair was a mess of blonde curls, tangled from sleep, and her grey eyes were half lidded as she looked at him with concern.
“Percy, are you all right?” Gods, he loved how she sounded when she first woke up; Her voice had this soft quality to it that it didn’t hold at any other time of day.
Her hand slid up and down his arm, comforting, and Percy’s breathing gradually settled. He was okay. He was safe. Annabeth was here with him, Annabeth was -
Percy froze. Fear coiled in his stomach.
“Annabeth,” he said, every syllable carefully measured. “What are you doing here?”
When she didn’t answer, he turned to her, frowning.
She just looked sad.
“Annabeth,” he said again, panic pitching his voice higher than normal. This had to be a dream. He couldn’t actually be awake, he must have gone straight from one nightmare to another, because there was no way she could be here, no way that he could be sharing a bed with his girlfriend, because she was, she was - “Annabeth, what are you doing here?”
She squeezed his arm and dropped her forehead onto his shoulder, and Percy started to cry.
Because Annabeth was dead.
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Five times Sherlock made John laugh, and one time he didn’t.
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“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.”
Alice, why would you leave Wonderland?