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[lisbeth-kk]

Infinifluff in August!

Astonishingly enough, the 14th is only a week away! The August prompts are: herbs - moss - hedge + the image above.

Alternative prompts: orchard - forest - landscape - oak - abundance + the image below

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[totallysilvergirl]

All fandoms, all relationships, all the fluff!

[longingforrotkehlchen]

These little runts wouldn't stop harassing their parents, refusing to grow up once and for all. Every time you'd see big Bachstelze fleeing desperately when coming close. And then? What happened then? Then he actually went back and fed one of them. Incredible. Such bad parenting. You love to see it. 🥹

Bachstelzen (white wagtails) im Oberen Schlossgarten, Stuttgart-Mitte.

[silent-micka]

[zorilleerrant]

So a thing about most adaptations of Sherlock Holmes is that they go one of two ways. Either they set something historical, with historical vibes. Or they set something contemporary, with modern vibes. And those vibes almost always translate to the actors playing Holmes and Watson. Sometimes you'll see a very modern seeming Holmes in a historical adaptation in order to feel intentionally out of place, out of time, and add to the mysteriousness.

Watson is the first time that I can think of that someone set the adaptation in the present day, made most of it feel very modern, and then cast a main character to feel very historical. He's classically handsome with a stage actor's build, he has a wardrobe designed to look 'timeless' or even old fashioned, and many of his interests are antique in a way that would usually either be explained or limited. The actor even uses speech patterns and body language that wouldn't feel out of place in a historical adaptation - but not so much they feel out of place in the modern one, either.

I just enjoy the vibes of this, is the basic thing. It's unusual and that makes it feel a little unique, which is important with how many adaptations there are out there. Usually we'd be seeing this kind of character act old-fashioned in a way that was intentionally isolated and offputting, but here it's pretty subtle. And it really helps it feel like an actual adaptation - it's canon compliant in a way.

But it's also fascinating from the perspective of when the show is set. It's directly post Reichenbach Falls, with no indication so far of whether Holmes is even supposed to be dead or alive. It's irrelevant to the show, for the most part. So of course we need to see Watson's life changing; he has to build a whole new life that doesn't have Holmes in it. It has to feel different. So having him be the one character that feels subtly out of place? Outstanding.

But more than that, there's a kind distance created by the time difference, almost as if Holmes died in the historical setting, and Watson lived into the new one. An acknowledgement to us that most or all of the stories are canon to the show, while not being strictly relevant to the episodes we're going to see. Also, though, a way of showing that Watson is moving on and building a future. He's finding a way to move past something that didn't just happened, but rather happened some time ago now. It's a show about long term recovery rather than immediate grief.

From the metafictional perspective, it's also interesting commentary on taking a well known (and beloved!) character, and creating an entire new world around them. While we do also see Mary frequently, most of this world is built just for the show. He has an interesting cast of interns, and a clinic built just for him, and a life in a city that never had to do with Sherlock Holmes. But he feels a little out of time because he's someone else's character being gently situated in this brand new world, delicately and while cherishing the original medium. It's pretty fannish, in that way.

There's so much room for signaling going forward, too. Maybe he'll develop a more modern style as metonymy for moving on. Maybe he'll cling to his memories of Holmes, but only in certain situations, or maybe he'll be more obvious about some historical thing. Maybe the other characters will develop slightly more classic styles to indicate that Watson has opened up to them and started telling some stories, even if they're personal.

They're going somewhere very cool with this, even if it only ends up being a small part of the story being told.

[effinbirds]

[lisbeth-kk]

Fastidious, Yet Disorderly

I write this in my private journal to keep it to myself. Not every word I write about the world’s only consulting detective is meant to be disclosed to the general public. If I am in luck, I will be able to conceal this from the man himself. He will be sure to tell me if I fail this, make no mistake, Watson.

I have lived in 221B Baker Street for the length of two months, three weeks, and one day, and I am pleased to say that I have never felt more alive in my life. However, I have never been more aggravated with a person either.

Sherlock Holmes is extraordinary, brilliant, extremely intelligent, which my stories in Strand Magazine bear witness to. What people do not know about the masterful detective, is his peculiar habit of strewing papers and books all around our rooms. Mrs Hudson describes it as ‘a spectrum of chaos’. Quite the apt account in my humble opinion.

In some instances, it can best be described as mayhem, because Holmes can be excessively vocal when he is unable to find what he is searching for. 

He looks like a deranged scientist when he is in one of his frenzies. His eyes are protruding from their sockets, his hands make his normally slicked back hair into a bird’s nest, and his clothes are dishevelled.

The first time it happened, I was worried sick. Before that, I perceived Holmes as the most fastidious of gentlemen when it came to personal hygiene and appearance. No wonder it shocked me so. Had not Mrs Hudson divulged to me that this happens on a regular basis, I would have administered a sedative for him, I think.

***

“Watson, I need your assistance at once!”

Holmes is in one of his moods again, and time is of the essence. 

When is it not, Watson?

“What do you require, Holmes?” I ask, looking devastated at the disorder he has left our sitting room in.

Finding the needle in the metaphorical haystack, of course.

To my relief, he seems far from the peak of mania yet, as evidenced by his immaculate attire and general behaviour. 

“A letter from our previous client. The politician.”

“Do you mean the Prime Minister, Holmes?”

“I don’t know, Watson. Our clients’ titles are irrelevant to me. You have to consult my brother if you want – “

“Steady on, Holmes. Surely, there is no need for insults this early in the day,” I reply calmly.

He harrumphs loudly and continues to rifle through a stack of letters.

His filing system is at present in a state of disarray. Normally, when he is his composed self, he knows where everything is. Today, however, I observe new lines around his mouth, and his eyes are slightly red-rimmed. 

A third night without sleep, then.

Shortly after, the letter is found, and Holmes has eaten two bites of fried eggs and toast with his breakfast tea.

“You are a wonder, dear fellow,” he states before he drains his cup.

A blush creeps up my neck at such unprecedented praise, and I have a sudden urge to loosen my tie. I clear my throat before I speak to ensure my voice come across as lucid and not raw with emotions.

“Surely, finding a letter can’t warrant such an exclamation, Holmes.”

“Oh, but it was not any letter, Watson!”

“Nevertheless,” I protest mildly.

As Holmes pointed out, it was not an ordinary letter. To be more precise: he did not look for the letter at all. Not per se. It was the item he accidentally dropped into the envelope he was eager to obtain. 

***

“How did you come to miss your folded companion?” I ask that evening.

Holmes took me to dinner at Simpson’s to celebrate that his magnifying glass was secure in his waistcoat pocket once more, and now we are in front of 221B’s lit fireplace with glasses of excellent port at our disposal.

“I… er… I was intrigued by a… pattern, which I wanted to… explore more carefully.”

This abnormal conduct rattles me. Never in our acquaintance has Holmes spoken so hesitantly. His speech is habitually precise in the extreme; he never fumbles with his words like that.

“Pray tell, old boy.”

The warmth from the fire and the alcohol in my veins fill me with contentment, and I relax entirely into my chair.

Holmes sighs dramatically, which is his wont. Still, he seems calmer than usual.

“Your scarf.”

His voice is soft and quiet. I shake myself out of my momentary lethargy when I discern a hint of affection in it.

Does this mean that my devotion is reciprocated?

“John, please do not panic.”

Panic? What on earth does he mean?

Taking stock of myself, I realise that my breathing is too quick. I close my eyes, inhale and exhale deeply and try to control my galloping heart.

When his familiar fingers caress my nape and cheek, hope flares in me like the flames in our hearth. 

My mind is in uproar; another spectrum of chaos, but it will all be fine. If I can just manage to open my eyes and look at him; the man I revere above all others. The man who holds my heart in his beautiful hands.

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[totallysilvergirl]

[weirdchristmas]

"IN ya go..."

[prof-jmoriarty]

Happy birthday to John Watson underrated king

Whenever someone who isn’t a sherlock Holmes fan talks about him they always underestimate Watson he’s not the dumb sidekick he’s a doctor and icon.

RIP Watson you would’ve loved Google docs and gay marriage

[taturaii]

as an artist i can literally draw anything so heres vitaly solomin and jeremy brett duo 🤭

[nessahero]

Forms of Addresses in the Canon

Watson usually uses these addresses toward Holmes as an expression of wonder, amazement or reproach.

Whereas Holmes uses them all the time ;)

[prokopetz]

Wrong: Ada Lovelace invented computer science and immediately tried to use it to cheat at gambling because she was Lord Byron's daughter.

Right: Ada Lovelace invented computer science and immediately tried to use it to cheat at gambling because that was the closest you could get in 1850 to being a Super Mario 64 speedrunner.

[bear-disguised-as-a-human]

This is how I found out that Ada Lovelace was Lord Byrons daughter

[prokopetz]

Well, yeah. That's why she received the unusual education which laid the foundation for her later discoveries in the first place. Her mother, Lady Byron, firmly believed three things:

It was her responsibility as a mother to ensure that Ada didn't turn out like her father;

Fundamentally, the thing that was wrong with Lord Byron is that he was a poet; and

The opposite of poetry is math.

Ada Lovelace's biography handily illustrates how well this theory worked out in practice.

[arqueete]

Hark, a vagrant: 298

[depsidase]

[totallysilvergirl]

Just like "the top 1%" is a funny way of saying "a microscopic number of people"

[riverwindphotography]

Happy faces :)

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[pmamtraveller]

By John Everett Millais

[expressions-of-nature]

by Dmitry Dybov

[mizmak]

GO Ficlet (666 words)

Written for @ipb2026 Guess The Author challenge #1, with the profession prompt Archaeologist.

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Fluff, humor, meet-cute. YouTuber Anthony Crowley can't fathom why his friend Ana suggested a boring archaeology conference to film, until he meets the very non-boring Professor Aziraphale Fell at the hotel bar.

[sher2650]

A power play with the most powerful family in Britain, now that is a dominatrix.