Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century
by Graham Robb
[Oscar Wilde (above); William Gillette (below)]
Shoutout to all the dudes trying to pick me up at B&N for inspiring this business card design
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive.
saving for glory, reblogging for justice.
A Tale of Two Lestrades ~ A Study in Character: Unaired Pilot v. ASiP
I set out to pretend I’d never seen the show before and that I’m duly unimpressed with the actors in the cast.
I then set out to watch both the unaired pilot and the broadcast A Study in Pink simultaneously - concentrating on Lestrade. This involved a lot of pause and play. And I put on my former story analyst cap and noticed a few things. If you never read the following (or you don’t agree with parts or any of it), I understand. I don’t write fic for this fandom, so I do analysis instead. It makes me content.
There are two things I love about this moment.
First of all, Sherlock protects John. By pointing a gun at his head, yes, but think about it. Sherlock’s name is already being dragged through the mud. Scotland Yard already thinks he’s a psychopath and a possible murderer. Even before the Moriarty debacle, his name and reputation were already tarnished with people like Sally Donovan, and it’s only getting worse.
John’s isn’t. The most John gets from outsiders is a bit of confusion. People figure he’s either a bit daft or touched for sticking with Sherlock or that he’s too kind-hearted to leave him because he’s all Sherlock’s got (supposedly). But he isn’t judged or looked at with disdain in the way Sherlock is.
Sherlock obviously knows this and when he finds himself having to drag John into this mess with him, he doesn’t hesitate to protect John’s name. He makes himself look even worse in the eyes of the Yarders by pretending to take John hostage, which also keeps John’s good name somewhat intact (he did just punch the Chief Superintendent, but that’s a far cry from pulling a gun on a bunch of cops and fleeing an arrest).
Second, John completely and unwaveringly trusts Sherlock. Wild, unpredictable, reckless Sherlock who throws himself into danger’s path again and again, points a gun at a crowd of police officers and then turns and points it at John’s head, his finger on the trigger and John doesn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he seems far less uncomfortable with Sherlock pointing a gun at him than with Sherlock pointing a gun at other people, because he knows he’s safe. There are no questions asked and no hesitations. No “Maybe we should think this through,” no “Why are we running when we both know you’re innocent?”, no “Be careful with that deadly weapon you’re waving around”. There’s a “What are we doing?” but it’s spoken more in the tone of “Let me in on your plan so I can work with you” rather than suspicion or apprehension.
Yes, we know that Sherlock would never do anything to seriously hurt John and John knows that, too, but accidents do happen. High stress situations, people panic, get a bit jumpy, fingers slip… But John trusts that Sherlock knows what he’s doing, trusts him not to make a mistake with John’s life in his hands, and trusts that he has a plan and that it’ll work. In all this mess, with Moriarty worming his way into the heads of everyone around them, planting doubts and twisting truths, John still trusts Sherlock wholeheartedly.
Because that’s what John and Sherlock do. They protect each other and they trust each other, no matter what.
/end lyrical waxing.
All of it.
I adore this post!!
This is one of the most important moments, to me. Where we start to understand and feel for John even more than we already have been.
Ship it or don’t ship it, it doesn’t matter. That’s not what they’re implying, here. John and Sherlock - they are (or rather, were, since he thinks Sherlock is dead) best friends. There was this unspoken connection between them..but that’s just it. It was unspoken. John never told Sherlock out loud how much he cared for him, he never did. It was implied and they both understood it, but he never really looked Sherlock in the face and said, “I care so much about you.” Or “You’re my best friend.” Nothing like that was ever said out loud.
His best friend is dead, and he never told him how much he cares. He held it back, probably thought Sherlock would find him ridiculous. Roll his eyes. Call him sentimental. So, he never got to say it.
And that? That’s what breaks my heart. Call it love, call it friendship, call it whatever you want to.
The point here is that John cares so much. And Sherlock never knew.