There is always room for Chiwetel Ejiofor; if I didn’t imagine the 221B characters to be considerably younger, he would be my Watson!
LET’S HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS CHARACTER. Why did he join the Constabulary? Did he go in with his eyes open, or is he disillusioned from years of knowing that his colleagues’ respect for him will always be conditional? (He’s well-spoken, he doesn’t ‘act black’, he’s ‘not like that, if you know what I mean’.) If he trusts Holmes and Watson, while many of his colleagues dismiss them, how does he help them? How does he walk that tightrope? How do Holmes and Watson feel about him?
What’s his history? Family life? Political views or lack thereof? Did I just headcanon that he’s gay? I think I did? Whoops?
[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.
So cute I can’t even…
BABUSHKIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I’m afraid I annoyed those I was watching with by cheering for them SO MUCH
Unabashed
I luv Taylor Swift.
And I have a thing for douchebags (okay, he’s a funny interviewer).
(I, um, love that article. Also he just joined twitter, cause yesterday there were a bunch of screencaps of his mom tweeting instructions at him. But yeah, fangirl interview ftw.)
So that whole ‘The Indian Sherlock’ thing got me brooding over the shitfit some parts of fandom tend to throw at the prospect of a Holmes and/or Watson that aren’t British - and how by ‘British’, they in fact mean ‘a very narrow idea of…
want. want want want. this is such a great idea
(also, cause then someone could write crossover with Misfits, with Sherlock looking into why all their caseworkers go missing, or maybe he knows Seth, but somehow they join forces, and just at some point I want Molly in the lab being all competent and Kelly sitting on one of the benches snapping her gum and just casually finding the crucial clue CAUSE SHE’S A ROCKET SCIENTIST and Sherlock doesn’t even notice but Molly’s all impressed. (Plus John hitting on girl!Curtis and getting shot down))
anyway sorry to creepily comment on this, but it’s so great, and I want it to be realllll
Rhinestone 1920s Art Deco shoe clips (garage sale purchase, $3)
the missing bits make them all the prettier…
let’s call it a truth parachute.
so there’s this reason i typically avoid watching graduation episodes of shows, and it’s this: we have this tendency, as human beings, to ascribe moments of significant emotional change to moments of significant physical circumstance change. and it’s an understandable tendency, really, because on a personal level, it’s almost always true to some extent: when your physical circumstances change significantly, in whatever way, you generally have a significant emotional reaction to that at some point down the line. but the thing is, it’s a REACTION, it’s a REACTION to the change in circumstance, and when you switch that order around and apply it to moments that large groups of people experience, you end up feeding everyone these ideas! these ideas that there are specific times and moments and places where people MUST decide certain things about who they are as a human being, and that concept is so asinine when held up against the MASSIVE amalgamation of memories and thoughts and reactions and changes that make up the full existence of a person.
here’s something i wish someone, ANYONE, had told me when i was eighteen, something i still have to remind myself of all the time: contrary to what tragically appears to be popular belief, you cannot ruin your life. god knows you can make choices that affect it significantly; god knows you can make mistakes that affect it significantly; god knows terrible fucking things can happen that can leave you reeling and shattered and not sure how to go on. but you can’t ruin your life any more than you could ruin a historical event, because that’s what a life is: it’s a walking, breathing history. you are everything you’ve ever experienced, every single second of every single minute layered on top of each other in huge, staggering volume, so much that even you could not possibly remember all of it. even you, who lived it, would never be expected to recall the very first moment you—oh, god, did anything, really. i couldn’t even begin to tell you the first time i laid eyes on the color of freshly cut grass, but of course i’d recognize that color instantly—and that’s just a color! one! color! think of how many THINGS there are that you’ve known and thought and felt and heard and touched and seen and wanted and expected and lost and loved, and then tell me again how it would even be POSSIBLE to ruin something that massive. tell me again how it’s even a remotely adequate verb.
retconning this in my head to be my class’s actual commencement speech
