I wanted to run for this particular children’s charity, one of the biggest charities in the UK, called Barnardo’s. It was something I always kind of wanted to do and I was sort of egged on.
I was here in New York shooting Elementary with Jonny Lee Miller and he does a lot of marathon running and ultramarathon running. He was kind of like, ‘Just do it. Just do it!’ So I did.
I made the mistake, or had the advantage, of telling everyone that I was going to run it in under four hours. I made that promise in October but I did it. I did it in 3:50."
posts about asexuality that are quick to point out that not all ace individuals are sex repulsed but don’t take into account those who are don’t sit with me very well.
in some cases there’s a certain element of trying to bring perceived “normalcy” to the asexual spectrum when there’s the quick “not all of us hate sex!” addendum, seeing as heteronormativity includes the desire/comfort of having sex. if it’s not handled well or carefully, that comment can be perceived as trying to crush negativity towards asexuality by introducing a typicality, which is harmful in a lot of ways.
asexuality is a spectrum which means the needs and wants and comforts of the individuals are vast and varying, and any attempt at negating one for the benefit of the whole is unproductive in the long run.
I remember all the Doctor Who fanfics I used to read where Rose often got badly stereotyped as a damsel in distress whom the Doctor had to swoop in and save and smooch but the way I remember Doctor Who 90% of their relationship was the Doctor just setting Rose loose on people who had done something to offend them and sitting back giggling in the corner as she shouted
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle named so many characters James.
James was his go to name like really he named Moriarty’s brother James.
Let me rephrase that, he named James Moriarty’s brother James Moriarty.
He really gave zero fucks
In The Man With The Twisted Lip, Mary called John ‘James’.
Are you fucking kidding me
ACD gave less fucks than you do
It’s always adorable when someone else figures out how very little Doyle cared about Sherlock Holmes.
Snakes drink milk, right? Whatever. Watson got married in … 1888. Or 1889. Or maybe 1887. Who cares. Mary Morstan was an orphan who spent a lot of time visiting her mother. Does Holmes laugh a) frequently b) infrequently c) only when he’s caught a criminal d) all of the above? Who cares, we’re on deadline and I’m broke. One story takes place both in the middle of summer and in October.
Does Holmes know about anything non-essential to his work? No. Does he know the Polyphonic Motets of Lassus and spend his free time deciphering medieval palimpsests? Yes. In Study in Scarlet he doesn’t know who Thomas Carlyle is and in the Sign of Four he quotes him.
And this still led to the first modern fandom and over a century of extremely devoted readers.
Some of the devotion is because it’s confusing - people have spent way too much time trying to come up with chronologies (summarized by the amazing spacefall here). Maybe universes with more flaws naturally attract more fans, because there’s more room for interpretation and addition and filling in the gaps. It seems to work for Star Trek and the X Files and Harry Pottter. (And Greek mythology, if we want to talk about non-modern fandoms)
It should be maddening, but it really isn’t - it feels like opportunity. I really love the contradiction here, both the tiny contradictions within canon that make everything more interesting, and the larger contradiction of a character disliked by his creator but so brilliantly drawn. It makes one feel as if the reason everything works so well regardless is due to some actual animating spirit from the characters themselves. Sherlock Holmes is certainly more real to most people now than anyone who was actually alive at the time.
Or possibly I’m a little overly spiritual from lack of sleep. But I find it wonderful for some reason that 100 years after Doyle gave us that utterly indifferent permission we’re still marrying him, murdering him, and doing anything we like to him.
i love it i’m such trash i read the stories and i’m just fucking laughing the whole time partly because of doyle’s ‘idgaf’ writing style and partly because y’know what holmes is FUNNY he makes the worst fucking puns and it’s HILARIOUS
For real, though.
i was watching the first avenger and wondering how Bucky knew Steve was getting his ass kicked in the back of some random alley behind a movie theatre
like does he just check alleyways whenever he’s walking down a street to see if Steve’s started another fight he can’t finish
the answer is probably yes
headcanon that, even when brainwashed, Bucky still stops at alleyways and looks down them to find nothing
and he never knows what he’s looking for