Sherlock Holmes Yuri

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Hi! This is just a Sherlock Holmes fanblog! I hope to post some of the gender swapped Sherlock thing I’m working on but we’ll see how that goes :)

Update: this is now a general detective literature fan blog. I post about Lord Peter Wimsey, Poker Face, Columbo, and whatever catches my fancy, as well as Sherlock Holmes <3

My main is @secretlyafiveheadeddragon. I do stuff in there, you should check it out.

Anyway, have fun!

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Which OC?

[skarchomp]

advertising lemonade is pointless. the human body already knows it needs it

[sleepinelysium]

Insert that quote from Murder Must Advertise about butter

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"Yes, but you mustn't knock butter. They sell butter as well.”

“Oh!”

“You can say it's as good as butter.”

“But in that case,” objected Mr. Bredon, “what does one find to say in favour of butter? I mean, if the other stuff's as good and doesn't cost so much, what's the argument for buying butter?”

“You don't need an argument for buying butter. It's a natural, human instinct.”

“Oh, I see.”

Murder Must Advertise by Dorothy L Sayers

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Jokes that are funnier when spoken

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[kimgmac63]

[taciturn-nerd]

So I dashed up to look, and it was a letter written on a single sheet in a very beautiful seventeenth-century hand. Peter said, "The funny thing is that the catalogue was sent to me in Rome, and I wired for this, and was ridiculously angry to learn it had been sold." I said, "But you don't collect manuscripts." And he said, "No, but I wanted this for Harriet."

[daryatbakerst]

sherlock holmes movie idea: by 1888, rumors (which are by then really only rumors) concerning the two bachelors still living in 221b have reached a new high. watson finds himself forced to invent a wife to fight the suspicions, which works for a while. except he's never seen anywhere with said alleged "wife".

one day, he's invited to a large public event related to medicine that includes a large dinner as well as a ball, to which watson knows he has to bring a woman. and so, holmes and watson set off to find a woman who'd be willing to play the part of mary watson. maybe this could make room to bring recurring characters into this - irene adler, violet hunter, any other female client of holmes. none of them is available, however, and watson finds himself on the brink of despair - if he doesn't show up with a wife, his and holmes' reputations are fucked forever.

what solution do they find? holmes disguises himself as mary. he's not at all like watson described her, but holmes says he can just chalk it up to wanting to preserve her anonymity. they dance. they kiss.

and watson finds that he wants nothing more than for holmes to be his "wife" (husband) in real life

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do you think my drama teacher will do a version of Strong Poison if I write it?

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Very odd??? God forbid some British gentlemen link arms while strolling down the street. It is in no way ODD

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"I don't remind you of white slugs or make you go gooseflesh all over?" "Certainly not." "I'm glad of that. Any minor alterations like parting the old mane, or growing a tooth-brush, or cashiering the eyeglass, you know, I should be happy to undertake, if it suited your ideas." "Don't," said Miss Vane, "please don't alter yourself in any particular."

This guy's a freak!

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stunning review of the hound of the baskervilles from storygraph

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Silence for a few moments. Harriet felt that Wimsey ought to be saying, "How well you dance." Since he did not say it, she became convinced that she was dancing like a wax doll with sawdust legs. Wimsey had never danced with her, never held her in his arms before. It should have been an epoch-making moment for him. But his mind appeared to be concentrated upon the dull personality of an East Anglian farmer. She fell a victim to an inferiority complex, and tripped over her partner's feet. "Sorry," said Wimsey, accepting responsibility like a gentleman. "It's my fault," said Harriet. "I'm a rotten dancer. Don't bother about me. Let's stop. You haven't got to be polite to me, youknow." Worse and worse. She was being peevish and egotistical. Wimsey glanced down at her in surprise and then suddenly smiled. "Darling, if you danced like an elderly elephant with arthritis, I would dance the sun and moon into the sea with you. I have waited a thousand years to see you dance in that frock." "Idiot!" said Harriet.

I can't stop drawing them! I don't even know how to draw!

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mervyn bunter is an aroace icon I can prove it

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"Excuse me, but do you know you're leanin' on the gate so as I can't open it? I'm sure it's a pure oversight, only you mayn't realize that just where you're standin' you get the maximum of leverage."

- Lord Peter Wimsey paying someone an uninvited and unwanted visit, Clouds of Witness

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Lord Peter Wimsey's favourite detecting strategy: ask for information, be rebuffed by a suspicious stranger, say he needs it to settle a bet

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In Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers, there's multiple references to King Cophetua or "The King and the Beggar-Maid", the story of a king who falls in love with a beggar.

And it sums up so well, one of Harriet Vane's main reasons for rejecting Peter Wimsey. He's a Lord. He's way richer than her and in a much higher social class than her. There's vast inequality between them.

On top of that, the first time they meet is when he's working to save her from being wrongfully accused of murder. Peter Wimsey doesn't want Harriet to accept him just because she's grateful. And she doesn't want that either. But she feels like she owes him so much and she also hates that.

She doesn't want to be the beggar in the relationship and Peter understands that.