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Dr Watson sketches 🙂↕️
I love him so much…….
Eileen is not a villain.
There are many fanfics that portray Eileen as a cold, arrogant, and petty woman who only cares about herself, who hates her own son to the point of trying to kill him, who only cares about that idiot Tobias and nothing else. But nobody researches how the mind of a woman who suffers physical and psychological abuse works. If you don't know, I'll explain: abuse doesn't just start with insults and aggression; manipulation is also a form of abuse. Before everything started, it started with Tobias's manipulation, and YES, Eileen was manipulated. She thought she would be happy with Tobias because he manipulated her into thinking that way.
Now let's go back in time. Severus was born in 1960. Do you think it wasn't common for women to be beaten back then? Well, let me remind you, back then hitting a woman was like drinking water, it was the most common thing. If Eileen left her husband, she would be looked down upon by everyone around her and couldn't even work, because nobody would want to be associated with a woman who left her husband.
Eileen most likely loved Severus with all her soul and would do anything for him, but she couldn't. She was a woman, who had a child, suffered abuse from her husband, but the society of the time wouldn't help.
If it's difficult for a woman to get rid of her abuser today, imagine that in the 60s and 70s. It was practically impossible. And another thing, men who killed their wives could be acquitted with the excuse of "cleansing their honor." Yes, many women were murdered by their husbands, but they were acquitted.
So before you say that Eileen hated Severus, was a negligent mother, or was a terrible person, remember, she was also a victim, a victim of Tobias and a victim of the society she was born into.
Arsène Lupin, losely based on the short story 'Le Sept de cœur / Seven of Hearts'
I swear to god, if they make Sherlock have a romance plot with Moriarty in the new Enola Holmes movie I’m actually going to lose my mind. It’s been 139 years; can we PLEASE have canon Johnlock? We need it to happen while being gay is still (mostly) legal. Let those men fuck!!
LITERALLY PLEASEEE. Let Moriarty do her crimes and let Sherlock have the cookie that he has been eyeing for 139 years omggg
I want more aromantic characters who are not also asexual !!! I want more characters who 100 percent want to get it on but just don’t feel any romantic feelings for anyone. I want more aromantic characters with “friends with benefits” except it’s literally just that. That’s their best friend and sometimes they let them fuck. More aromantic characters please !!!!
Victorian Period Typical Beliefs but I know you didn't read the books because Watson was quite progressive in his views about mixed black children, as in he was ready to murder a man behind it.
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New idea: Instead of John Watson being ACD, its Mike Stamford.
No, but really. The reason ACD "hates" Holmes is because he's done with having to post Watson's googly eyes at him and "the long thin fingers" and editing out their kissing gayly scenes
And he hides behind the ACD name because his students and colleagues are huge Holmes fans and he'd rather they think he was just some guy they knew instead of Mr Gossips With Them Weekly At Least. He doesn't want to have to deal with all that.
He is so done with all the "GAY ROOMIES YAEY" letters he gets, so he gets his revenge by hiding some of Holmes and Watson's cases from the general public.
Also he makes Watson a ladies man so they don't go to jail loll. And Holmes a thinking machine for thst too
He'd also rather is medical work get some attention, so he likes to pretend Holmes and Watson are fictional— it also keeps them just a bit safer from danger which is also an added benefit (Mycroft much prefers this anyway)
He has also insisted on not letting the general public know about Mycroft. Mycroft is totally on board with this and so is Sherlock but John wants everyone to know there's another Hot Holmes in the word so he gets past Mike once when he's ill and posts the Greek Interpreter Case— not aware that all the gay "YAEY I'M MEETING MY HUBBY TO BE'S FAMILY" has condensed down to "ohh woahh another one!" Before hand and also he's written its been years since Holmes and Watson met instead of very soon.
Also when he thinks Holmes is dead he is VERY FURIOUS about ACD being asked to "bring him back" and later he respects Holmes by not releasing the cases until after they've retired.
Also. Sometimes he makes Watson dumber or keeps the too gay stuff (thst could get them in trouble had he not at some point convinced a lot of people it was fake) simply because he's had some petty fight with them or because Lestrade begged him too and it ends up making Holmes sound harsher than he actually is but Holmes finds it hilarious so Watson ends up complaining to Mycroft about how they're all ganging up on him and Mycroft, very polite and not angsty about the fish finger comment is like. "But did you have to mention the turkish baths or sharimg the bed or anything actually? You can't blame Stamford for not clarifying your vague lil writing sesh" and then he goes to Sherlock like "okay okay so Please add that he stared at your arse for 20 minutes after you got up from actually eating without being asked and don't mention how you never told him I made you do it okay Stamford's had a fight with him.again and I've bet Lestrade 5 quid he'll post it without changing a thing" and Shelrock's like "okay brother mine 😆" and then later he's like "Watson You Have gOt to stOp tis too lovey dovery" and Watson's Like WAS I WRITING AT 4 AM INSTEAD OF SLEEPING AGAIN being gaslit into thinking it was him 🤣
Stamford knows tis Sherlock but he doesn't care. Lestrade knows Mycroft has a hand it all this but can't prove it.
coming up with acd holmes designs
Army Doctors were non-combatants in the 1880s
They did not participate in combat, let alone killing.
According to British Army medical regulations, military doctors serving with troops were primarily responsible for examining and treating sick soldiers, officers, and their families. They conducted routine weekly health inspections, managed medical supplies under lock and key, filed detailed sick reports, and inspected prisoners before court-martial proceedings.
Their duties were largely administrative and clinical in nature, and their attendance at rifle ranges or target practice was explicitly stated as not required under ordinary circumstances.
They weren't 'soldiers' or 'veterans'.
You can find memoirs of them from the 2nd Afghanistan War on archive.org, which further corroborate this.
Watson's career as an army doctor lasted only about a year in total, and he retired at around the age of 25.
And the good doctor is NOT a BAMF/badass as well 🙃
He is just a curious, gentle, romantic, sensitive, emotional, adventurous, handsome, and soft-hearted intellectual who happens to have a year of military medical experience which gives him the knowledge of how to act calmly to defend himself and people he cares in a conflict. 🙃
Holmes's combat ability (and muscular strength) is much superior to Watson's, and in the Canon it is primarily Holmes who does the fighting. Of course, Watson still possesses agile reflexes and quick reactions, just within the range of an ordinary person.
Holmes himself is an action hero; Watson is not. In this regard, Watson remains a supporting sidekick and is generally not involved in the fighting unless the attacker is out to kill (but even then, he tends to break up the fight together with others).
Watson does carry his revolver ('a short, handy, but very serviceable little weapon') for self-defense in perilous cases, but most of the time it goes unused, or he only draws it after Holmes has already taken the opponent down in melee combat, keeping it trained on that ruffian to prevent any sudden moves.
I just don't see the need to associate combat with Watson, particularly when it's no longer firmly associated with Holmes himself, while anyone familiar with the Canon knows that in most cases, it is Holmes who does the fighting and wins.
Holmes: 'And here it is that I miss my Watson. By cunning questions and ejaculations of wonder he could elevate my simple art, which is but systematized common sense, into a prodigy. When I tell my own story I have no such aid.'
Holmes: 'With your natural advantages, Watson, every lady is your helper and accomplice. I can picture you whispering soft nothings with the young lady at the Blue Anchor, and receiving hard somethings in exchange.'
Watson essentially is a writer/bard, who transforms rigorous criminal investigation into dramatic legend. Even his errors of reasoning retain a remarkable power of stimulating genius. As a conductor of light, he not only catalyzes Holmes's brilliance but carries it outward to the reader.
Yet Watson's truest gift is the intuition for the pivotal moment, the insight of human minds, and above all, the storyteller's art of shaping Holmes into an irresistible hero and conjuring a series of tales as captivating as they are thought-provoking.
Although Holmes was sometimes dissatisfied with Watson's way of writing:
“The Haven is the name of Mr. Josiah Amberley's house,” I explained. “I think it would interest you, Holmes. It is like some penurious patrician who has sunk into the company of his inferiors. You know that particular quarter, the monotonous brick streets, the weary suburban highways. Right in the middle of them, a little island of ancient culture and comfort, lies this old home, surrounded by a high sun-baked wall mottled with lichens and topped with moss, the sort of wall—”
“Cut out the poetry, Watson,” said Holmes, severely. “I note that it was a high brick wall.”
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“I glanced over it,” said he. “Honestly, I cannot congratulate you upon it. Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science, and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism, which produces much the same effect as if you worked a love-story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid.”
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“It is pleasant to me to observe, Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth that in these little records of our cases which you have been good enough to draw up, and, I am bound to say, occasionally to embellish, you have given prominence not so much to the many causes célèbres and sensational trials in which I have figured but rather to those incidents which may have been trivial in themselves, but which have given room for those faculties of deduction and of logical synthesis which I have made my special province.……you have erred perhaps in attempting to put colour and life into each of your statements instead of confining yourself to the task of placing upon record that severe reasoning from cause to effect which is really the only notable feature about the thing.……You have degraded what should have been a course of lectures into a series of tales.”
Comparing the two accounts penned by Holmes himself, the one rendered in the third person, and the stories told through Watson's voice, one cannot help but suspect that Watson had polished Holmes's dialogue to lend the great detective an air of greater erudition and rhetorical elegance.
On occasion, Watson concedes as much himself: 'Then he told the story, which I would repeat in this way. His hard, dry statement needs some little editing to soften it into the terms of real life.'
more watson x henry baskerville because im still reading the hound.
can't believe they mention mortimer coming over several times and staying for the evening and i'm just supposed to ignore it. and then he and henry travel the world together. sure.
I was talking about Sherlock Holmes with my cool weird 42 year old coworker the other day and he said that he had read other works by ACD but not any Sherlock Holmes. ACD is smiling down from heaven on his one and only true fan.
Holmes and Watson: the Bohemian Connection.
This is a post I made for the Facebook group 221B Here, and I’m putting it up here in case any of my Tumblr people are interested. Of course the FB group has plenty of people who are het, and quite anti Holmes and Watson coded as gay, but it will be interesting to see the response.
Someone asked about the word “Bohemian” used of Holmes and Watson. I offer the following initiator for discourse.
A Bohemian Soul.
In the first Sherlock Holmes story he ever penned, Conan Doyle shows us Watson, in STUD, reading that seminal work by Henri Murger “Scènes de la Vie de Bohème” as he waits up for Holmes to return from investigating the murder of Enoch Drebber:
“It was close upon nine when he set out. I had no idea how long he might be, but I sat stolidly puffing at my pipe and skipping over the pages of Henri Murger’s “Vie de Bohème”” (STUD)
The choice of reading matter, as well as other indications in the text, indicate how Conan Doyle intended to position both Holmes and Watson as living unconventional lives outside society: as “Bohemians”.
But what did the Victorians understand by the terms “Bohemianism”, “bohemian” and “a bohemian lifestyle”?They understood the lifestyle to be the opposite of conventional: artistic, musical, liberal, irregular, and the person practising it to be all of those things.
What is a Bohemian? The word “Bohemia” is a toponym. Tacitus, (Germania, 28) says: “Accordingly, the tract betwixt the Hercynian forest and the rivers Rhine and Mayne was possessed by the Helvetii: and that beyond, by the Boii; both Gallic tribes. The name of Boiemum still remains, a memorial of the ancient settlement.” The term was later used in France (from about the C15th) as a pejorative term for Romani people, who were thought (incorrectly) to originate from the kingdom of Bohemia (in Victorian times a subject part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, since 1918 Czechoslovakia, and now the Czech Republic.)
From about the 1830s, however, the French association of “Bohémian” with Romani: rootless wanderers living outside, and frequently at odds with, conventional society, led to its adoption as a counter-cultural identity by groups of artists, musicians, writers and other creators living in the lower rent districts of Paris, on the Rive Gauche and around Montparnasse. (Montparnasse itself being named after Mount Parnassus, the home of Apollo and the nine Muses.) They defined, and conventional society characterised, their lifestyles as those of “free love”, voluntary or involuntary poverty, anti-establishment politics, and social and sexual liberalism in the service of their creativity. Serving as real life muses to this colony of mostly male creators were “grisettes”, young working girls, dancers, actresses and singers on the edge of society.
The “grisette” became a frequent character in bohemian French fiction. George du Maurier based large parts of Trilby on his experiences as a “bohemian” student in Paris during the 1850s. Poe wrote an 1842 story about a grisette, based on the unsolved murder of Mary Cecilia Rogers near New York City. He subtitled it “A Sequel to ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue” and it was the first detective story to attempt the solution of a real crime.The most famous grisette is Mimi in Henri Murger’s novel (and subsequent play) “Scènes de la Vie de Bohème”, the source for Puccini’s famous opera La Bohème. Liane de Pougy, one of “les grandes horizontales”, Lillie Langtry and Katharina Schratt were examples of how far a grisette with beauty, wit and intelligence could go - and Conan Doyle’s Irene Adler fits the same mould of a woman existing in bohemian society under her own recognisance and by her own rules: certainly she is more Schratt, the mistress of Emperor Franz Josef, than Mimi. Adler, of course, leads us, by a slightly circuitous route, back to Holmes and Watson.
Doyle, who would undoubtedly have known all this very well, positions both his main characters as Bohemians, not just Holmes. Watson, when we first meet him, impoverished, lonely and miserable, has been “leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought.” (STUD) He has “neither kith nor kin” to give him a home, and is spending his time hanging around aimlessly (or perhaps not) at the Criterion bar.
The Criterion was not a respectable place, at least not after 7pm. It was a notorious pick up place for men cruising for gay sex: George Ives, the founder of the contemporary Order of Chaeronea, notes it as “a great centre for inverts”. Reporter and bon-vivant George Sims (three times married, childless, a friend of Conan Doyle’s and a breeder of bulldogs) mentions it as “full of men in evening dress, and men in mufti, guardsmen and garrulous music hall artists … all sorts and conditions of men.” (Referenced in Matt Cook’s “London and the Culture of Homosexuality” p26.) And guardsmen, above all other soldiers, were, of course, not only the almost fetishised objects of erotic desire for homosexuals (e.g Housman, passim; Roger Casement and Ives himself) but also notorious for being available: so prevalent was the custom of guardsmen being “to be had” in the argot of the time that in 1902, the army issued an order prohibiting them from “loitering without lawful purpose in the (London) parks after dark.”
Watson is therefore the textbook definition of a Bohemian: he is rootless, homeless, impoverished, and, potentially, sexually unconventional. He is frequenting a place known to be a haunt of inverts and one, moreover that was a common pick up place for men looking for sex with soldiers. To cap off this interesting coding, Conan Doyle tells us Watson is reading Henri Murger’s Vie de Bohème, the work that defined “Bohemian” for the rather less naturally bohemian but happily imitative, English. Watson is also presented, although a doctor and a soldier, as a man of Bohemian soul: he is a writer - a creator: “I have all the facts in my journal, and the public shall know them.”
What of Holmes? Conan Doyle stresses Holmes’ Bohemianism rather more obviously than he does Watson’s. To begin with “he is a little queer in his ideas …an enthusiast …his studies are very desultory and eccentric,” comments Stamford (who, it has to be said was also hanging round at the Criterion).(Reference is STUD) “Queer”, “an enthusiast” and “eccentric”: all signifiers for the Bohemian, but all, also, capable of an alternative interpretation.
Holmes’ manners are bohemian from the start. He displays none of the gravitas appropriate for a Victorian gentleman. He “sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. “I’ve found it! I’ve found it,” he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a test-tube in his hand.” Springing, shouting, uttering a cry of pleasure, running … these behaviours are not, this display of emotion is not the reserve and discretion expected from the conventional Victorian. His enthusiasm is uncontrollable: ““Ha! ha!” he cried, clapping his hands, and looking as delighted as a child with a new toy. “What do you think of that?” His behaviour is noticeably different from that of the conventional Gregson and Lestrade: “With these two implements he trotted noiselessly about the room, sometimes stopping, occasionally kneeling, and once lying flat upon his face. So engrossed was he with his occupation that he appeared to have forgotten our presence, for he chattered away to himself under his breath the whole time, keeping up a running fire of exclamations, groans, whistles, and little cries suggestive of encouragement and of hope.” At one point in the investigation he even utters “a perfect shriek of delight.”
Holmes shows off like an actor on stage: “His eyes fairly glittered as he spoke, and he put his hand over his heart and bowed as if to some applauding crowd conjured up by his imagination. It is Watson who is the more staid of the two of them: “You are to be congratulated,” I remarked, considerably surprised at his enthusiasm.
Holmes has other bohemian attributes. He displays a lively emotional sensitivity: he is Marianne, not Elinor: “My companion flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.” He considers his work to be an art: Holmes refers to the Brixton murder as a “Study in Scarlet”, deliberately borrowing, as he says, “a little art jargon.” There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life”. He is presented as Bohemian throughout, delighting in the theatrical, the unconventional and the irregular - the Irregulars themselves would not be the assistants of a conventional man.
Holmes is given a Bohemian’s tastes: he is musical, he plays the violin, he enthuses over concerts, he “carols”: “And now for lunch, and then for Norman Neruda. Her attack and her bowing are splendid. What’s that little thing of Chopin’s she plays so magnificently: Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay.”
Leaning back in the cab, this amateur bloodhound carolled away like a lark while I meditated upon the many-sidedness of the human mind.”
Wilma Norman Neruda, (Lady Hallé) was a Moravian violinist of international fame. The programmes she offered were predominantly romantic, German music, the type associated with Bohemian romantic yearning and desire: in a letter of 1879 she suggests to her manager the A minor concerto by Viotti or Spohr’s 8th concerto, with as 2nd solo, the Adagio and Rondo from the E major concerto by Vieuxtemps; or, the Mendelssohn concerto, if Joachim has not already played it in Amsterdam, followed by the Adagio from Spohr’s 9th concerto or Romance in F by Beethoven. (Letter held by Royal Northern College of Music)
(Being “musical” also had different connotations. In the 1884 Dublin Castle trials of James Ellis French and Gustavus Cornwall (for sodomy) the judge commented on their use of musical parties, glee evenings and concert attendances to make assignations as a defining characteristic of their homosexuality: “You are all of you musical, are you not?” he said to the unfortunate defendants.)
There are many other instances in Canon where Conan Doyle presents us with the unconventional attitudes and lifestyles of both Holmes and Watson. I have only drawn from this first story, in which he shows them as “Bohemian” in manner and character, as belonging to, as part of, that free, easy and uninhibited society which existed on the other side of conventional Victorian life. In England as in France, writers, artists, musicians - and here, according to Conan Doyle, ex-soldier turned Boswell and bodyguard, and a consulting detective with “art in the blood” exist in a world of unconventional relationships, social liberality, and a certain, cavalier, anti-establishment nonchalance. They would be quite at home with Dupin and Lecocq (despite Holmes’ disdain for them) with the Parisian Bohemians, and with the expatriate English who also inhabited that world.
My personal opinion is that Holmes and Watson are also both presented to us as queer: Bohemian being a signifier for a life that is sexually as well as socially unconventional. To go into that thesis in detail, however, to discuss at length all the reasons I have for thinking that Conan Doyle queer-coded them, would take longer than I have today; moreover if you have read my post this far, I have already trespassed on your attention for far too long.
Actually, ACD also called himself in his youth as Bohemian
Title: Memories and Adventures
I went on to London, where I renewed my advertisements in the medical papers, and found a refuge for some weeks with my Doyle relatives, then living at Clifton Gardens, Maida Vale. I fear that I was too Bohemian for them and they too conventional for me. However, they were kind to me, and I roamed about London for some time with pockets so empty that there was little chance of idleness breeding its usual mischief.
But there were other influences at work, and the threads of fate were shooting out at strange unexpected angles. My mother had greatly resented my association with Cullingworth. Her family pride had been aroused, and justly as I can now see, though my wanderings had left me rather too Bohemian and careless upon points of etiquette. But I liked Cullingworth and even now I can't help liking him—and I admired his strong qualities and enjoyed his company and the extraordinary situations which arose from any association with him.
In many ways my marriage marked a turning-point in my life. A bachelor, especially one who had been a wanderer like myself, drifts easily into Bohemian habits, and I was no exception. I cannot look back upon those years with any spiritual satisfaction, for I was still in the valley of darkness. I had ceased to butt my head incessantly against what seemed to be an impenetrable wall, and I had resigned myself to ignorance upon that which is the most momentous question in life—for a voyage is bleak indeed if one has no conception to what port one is bound. I had laid aside the old charts as useless, and had quite despaired of ever finding a new one which would enable me to steer an intelligible course, save towards that mist which was all that my pilots, Huxley, Mill, Spencer and others, could see ahead of us. My mental attitude is correctly portrayed in "The Stark Munro Letters." A dim light of dawn was to come to me soon in an uncertain fitful way which was destined in time to spread and grow brighter.
Me explaining to Conan Doyle why it's vital that I draw Sherlock and John making out crazy style to keep the future generations interested in his works
Doyle: forgets the name he gave the landlady
Me:
Designs for Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Turner for The Bloodhound
[ID: edited Bill Wurtz screenshot that reads “you could make a lesbians out of this”]
[ID: a digital drawing of two women labeled “Su Hudson” and “Maud Turner.” Mrs. Hudson is an older Chinese woman in a floor length dark teal dress and her hair up in a braided bun. There is an arrow pointing to her with text reading “bit of a cougar.” Mrs. Turner is a middle aged white woman with sandy brown hair in a bun wearing a rosy brown shirt, a long dirty white apron and a dark brown long skirt. There is an arrow pointing to her with text reading “as butch as the 1880s will allow.” They have their arms wrapped around each other.]
This is such a non-issue but why did they make Watson’s beard so long in Enola Holmes 3?? I just gotta hope it’s a depression ‘I miss my husband Enola’ type of beard because his beard in Enola Holmes 2 was perfect 😞😞
What I learned today after reading ACD's forgotten works:
Sherlock Holmes is not his gayest work.
I beg your finest pardon? Is it just me or is his tie green? And are those or are those not flowers on his tie?? So green flowers?? Are any of them carnations, just by chance? Is this subtle foreshadowing or…?