Hey, lovelies? Whatever you’re talking about, you maybe haven’t yet seen the thing you’re talking about.
Right?
If you are sad and tired of any discussion, go watch happy things like The Great Mouse Detective. Or Asylum Sherlock Holmes. Or maybe A Game of Shadows, in which Mary Morstan is awesome and a codebreaker and a ginger and Holmes and Watson waltz. Or read something you love. Or watch Granada. And be at peace with all creatures.
Source for fabulous gif is shockingblankets…
Oh lord, I’m helpless with these. Jary? Mahn? Ahahah Mahn, that sounds silly, but you could go “Awwwwwwwwwwww Mahn!!!” when they’re being cute.
XD voila, make it Mahn… cause it’s funny.
Folks, scrolling through the Mary Morstan tag, now seems a good time for the Babes to talk about the Pineapple Principle.
Let’s say that you adore grapes. Green ones, possibly, this being the Sherlock fandom. Yeah?
You’re walking down the street, and you have a ziplock bag full of muthafuckin green grapes, and you are loving life. You are snacking on the grapes. You are happy. They are delicious. (Let’s say for instance they taste like Johnlock.)
Now let’s say, in the course of your stroll, you encounter a fruit vendor selling a pineapple to a pedestrian.
Answer this question for us: would you, seeing the person buying a pineapple, STOP AND SHOUT AND YELL AT THEM FOR BEING A TERRIBLE STUPID PERSON AND PINEAPPLE IS GROSS AND OMFG IT WRECKS MY ENTIRE LIFE THAT YOU ENJOY PINEAPPLES MY GRAPES ARE NOW RUINED.
No?
You’re saying you probably wouldn’t do that?
Then it would behoove you to apply the same rubric to tumblr posts. Like things, dislike things, all you like. Talk about them! Discuss your feelings! But if you considered adhering to the Pineapple Principle, it would be a lot easier for us all to get along.
This has been a Baker Street Babes PSA.
*cough* Again, folks…
What?
John has a depression linked eating disorder. In the opening of Pink, after John wakes up, his breakfast consists of an apple that he doesn’t eat. This is very common in PTSD, especially those who have suicidal thoughts and tendencies, which we know John does. It’s not that they are actively starving themselves, it’s that they just don’t see the point eating, as an effort to stay alive.
When he meets Sherlock, John eats dinner as if he is starving. He digs into his food, talks with his mouth full, as if it is the first full meal he has had in months. Which is entirely likely, since John has been home for several months at that point. Again, this is very typical of people who have been suffering this type of eating disorder, and find that they are no longer as painfully depressed.
Sherlock even goes so far as to point out that after moving in together, John puts on an average of a pound a week in weight. John brushes it off as being normal. He doesn’t deny it, he just points out that he is eating more than one meal a day. This implies that he wasn’t eating this often before he limped into Sherlock’s life.
This makes Sherlock’s insistence that John eat even more powerful. He goes so far as to halt an investigation on more than one occasion, to make sure John gets a meal into him. A well-fed John is a happy John, not because he is full, but because it proves that he is happy enough to actually eat.
Sits down
closes laptop
puts head on table
bursts into tears
Tries not to cry
Rolls over
Cries a lot
Allow me to add to your feels with parts of the actual canon.
There’s a bit in Scandal in Bohemia, when the recently married Watson comes to see Holmes, who is on a new case. Holmes sees Watson and tells him that he looks like he’s gained about 7 1/2 pounds since he got married. Now to most people, this looks like Holmes being a dick and a lot of adaptations have translated this into Watson being portly or whatever, or loving to eat.
But at the very start of Study in Scarlet (which takes place only two stories before Scandal. The only one in between is the Sign of Four, where he meets Mary, his wife.) Watson is recently returned from war. He was badly injured and came down with a tropical fever that nearly killed him. He returns to England very tan, very weak, and very very thin.
So how I began to translate Holmes telling Watson he’s put on weight is, yes, he’s teasing him, but at the same time he’s relieved because Watson’s getting healthy again. It’s his backhanded Holmesian “I can’t actually compliment your wife cuz it would damage my street cred” way of saying that Mary’s been good for him. That his Watson is in good hands. And even though Watson leaving wasn’t good for Holmes, he’s not such a selfish prick that he can’t recognize that Mary is having a good effect on Watson.
People who write Sherlock as HATING Mary and turning into a pettily jealous six year old over her please take note.
Folks, scrolling through the Mary Morstan tag, now seems a good time for the Babes to talk about the Pineapple Principle.
Let’s say that you adore grapes. Green ones, possibly, this being the Sherlock fandom. Yeah?
You’re walking down the street, and you have a ziplock bag full of muthafuckin green grapes, and you are loving life. You are snacking on the grapes. You are happy. They are delicious. (Let’s say for instance they taste like Johnlock.)
Now let’s say, in the course of your stroll, you encounter a fruit vendor selling a pineapple to a pedestrian.
Answer this question for us: would you, seeing the person buying a pineapple, STOP AND SHOUT AND YELL AT THEM FOR BEING A TERRIBLE STUPID PERSON AND PINEAPPLE IS GROSS AND OMFG IT WRECKS MY ENTIRE LIFE THAT YOU ENJOY PINEAPPLES MY GRAPES ARE NOW RUINED.
No?
You’re saying you probably wouldn’t do that?
Then it would behoove you to apply the same rubric to tumblr posts. Like things, dislike things, all you like. Talk about them! Discuss your feelings! But if you considered adhering to the Pineapple Principle, it would be a lot easier for us all to get along.
This has been a Baker Street Babes PSA.
Now that “The Sign Of Three” title has been revealed, we think it’s a good time to bring back this PSA. Just saying. Be cool cats.
(via bakerstbabespodcast)
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Muck with the Morstan at your peril.
Folks, scrolling through the Mary Morstan tag, now seems a good time for the Babes to talk about the Pineapple Principle.
Let’s say that you adore grapes. Green ones, possibly, this being the Sherlock fandom. Yeah?
You’re walking down the street, and you have a ziplock bag full of muthafuckin green grapes, and you are loving life. You are snacking on the grapes. You are happy. They are delicious. (Let’s say for instance they taste like Johnlock.)
Now let’s say, in the course of your stroll, you encounter a fruit vendor selling a pineapple to a pedestrian.
Answer this question for us: would you, seeing the person buying a pineapple, STOP AND SHOUT AND YELL AT THEM FOR BEING A TERRIBLE STUPID PERSON AND PINEAPPLE IS GROSS AND OMFG IT WRECKS MY ENTIRE LIFE THAT YOU ENJOY PINEAPPLES MY GRAPES ARE NOW RUINED.
No?
You’re saying you probably wouldn’t do that?
Then it would behoove you to apply the same rubric to tumblr posts. Like things, dislike things, all you like. Talk about them! Discuss your feelings! But if you considered adhering to the Pineapple Principle, it would be a lot easier for us all to get along.
This has been a Baker Street Babes PSA.
So you ever have an impulse to go to the thrift store to see what they have?
I was wandering around my local sally anne and found this vintage copy of The Sign of the Four. Thought I lucked out totally since I collect vintage and quirky books.
It was way more awesome than I expected:
This 1915 copy of the story is done entirely in shorthand.
Edit: It also only cost me two dollars.
This. Is. Amazing.
Sign of Four is amazing.
Mary Morstan is amazing.
Post is amazing.
“She was a blonde young lady, small, dainty, well gloved, and dressed in the most perfect taste. There was, however, a plainness and simplicity about her costume which bore with it a suggestion of limited means. The dress was a sombre grayish beige, untrimmed and unbraided, and she wore a small turban of the same dull hue, relieved only by a suspicion of white feather in the side. Her face had neither regularity of feature nor beauty of complexion, but her expression was sweet and amiable, and her large blue eyes were singularly spiritual and sympathetic. In an experience of women which extends over many nations and three separate continents, I have never looked upon a face which gave a clearer promise of a refined and sensitive nature.”
