Happy May 4th, Everyone! No Faked Deaths Today Sorry

Happy May 4th, Everyone! No faked deaths today sorry

Had an epiphany and needed to get this finished. The Winnie the PoohXSherlock Holmes Universe expands.

I always find it hilarious when more recent adaptations of Sherlock Holmes makes Holmes the dreamy heartthrob/attractive one (not that he’s not a total catch) because my dudes, Watson is right there. He is literally like a Victorian wet dream, he is everything that classic Victorian period would find appealing- adventurous, fought for his country, learned, has groomed facial hair (legit that was like the equivalent of being 6’ tall today), polite. He’s got just enough “melancholy” (depression) and rakishness (gambling) to still be a gentleman but like a bad boy gentleman. A real Romantic (both romance how we think of it today and like Romanticism) archetype. If anyone is the heartthrob here, it is Watson.

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

Imagine you're introduced to another person who's just as much in search for an apartment as you are.

You were introduced to them by a mutual acquaintance. He came to London after taking part in a war and, though your knowledge on how the mind works is close to useless, you're well aware that soldiers hate suddenty.

Unfortunately, everything about you is a suddenty.

It's only fair to warn him how little your association would last, then, and so you start by listing out your flaws. You've been told about them many times now, from previous tenants unfortunate enough to have you as a flatmate, so it's easy to parrot them. Your tobacco smells too strong, your experiments take too much space and takes Science to no place it hasn't been before, you talk too much or you talk too little. He should expect the noise of sorrowful violin strings at ungodly hours. All in all, you're really unpleasant.

It's strange, though. The man not only stays in the room filled with the smell of nauseous chemicals, he's sharing his own shortcomings too. Though none of them are as bad as yours, he seems as if he wants to give it a try. Maybe it'll work for a couple of months, then, before everything falls apart.

You really want to keep that flat, so you decide you'll try to be more regular in your habits, at least while the war is still fresh inside of your flatmate's mind. Your schedule changes enough for you to rarely ever see him. It'd be better that way; last time you saw the other half of your rent regularly, the rational choice of leaving the full rent in your hands was felt like a betrayal.

The only time in which you can not avoid seeing him is during those days in which your chest feels heavy throughout the whole day and you can barely hold your violin without tossing it. During those days, whenever the two of you are forced to be in the same room, he doesn't need to ask if you're alright, he can see that you're not. Sometimes, he takes the opportunity to ask about your knowledge on a specific domain; answering the questions helps with distracting from the endless feeling of dread.

You could simply tell him what you do for a living, or create opportunities for him to ask a direct question. The second option would get him talking more, though.

Eventually he does ask you. Angrily, exasperated, but he does ask you. Luckily, you get a job not long after it to prove it to him. He'll probably leave you the moment his curiosity over this whodunnit dies.

But he doesn't.

Overtime, he doesn't find your method as mysterious, but instead of leaving the second that element is gone, he starts to use it himself. He's getting more confident in it, too, and each day he gets more deductions right.

He's not the one who leaves. It's you, once your body became too frail for adventure.

He's now leaving a train he took to Sussex, just to see you.

Hello, my dear. How have you been?