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Bilbo: wait I get it now. The dragon is a metaphor for greed and power. We need to ‘defeat’ it by being humble when we get the treasure.

Thorin: Bilbo, for the last time, it’s a real dragon and it has my gold

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Every Sherlock Holmes Adventure Ever:

"You see, but you do not observe," said my long, thin friend, as he lounged queerly in his arm chair, "We must put an end to this foul crime..."

"My, my!" I cried, "But how?"

"...by breaking the law," added Holmes, whose mind I admired like a schoolgirl the stars, his nostrils wide like that of a feral dog hard upon a scent. "Bring your gun, Doctor!"

"I am your man! You know, I always bring my gun."

Then we had Mrs Hudson fix us a quick supper. Holmes spent the rest of the day ecstatic and for a change did not take any cocain at all.

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every adaptation that thinks holmes is the unpredictable freak in the relationship forgets when watson picked up a chair to throw at a blackmailer and had to be stopped by holmes, who was then forced to let watson come with him to rob said blackmailer's house. who they watched get murdered. and covered up said murder. and lied to the police. and then watson was like 'breaking the law is so fun lol' and published it in the strand.

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Sitting

I need to make a collection of his sitting style .

... I wonder if Watson already took note of that.

He's probably already done it.

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zzz

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I’m so glad Arthur Conan Doyle got bullied into bringing Sherlock Holmes back from the dead, because imagine if he didn’t. Imagine a world where the story of Holmes and Watson always ends in tragedy and separation. Instead we get to live in a world where it feels like they are always out there together somewhere.

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One of my favorite things in the LOTR books is Sam being obsessed with Elven magic and wanting to see it and when Galadriel finds out she basically tells Sam "I don't know what the fuck magic is but I can show you the future in this bowl of water if you want" as if that's just a normal ass thing to be able to do.

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my contribution to history

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HOW AM I JUST NOW LEARNING that there's a 90s cartoon about a crossdressing vigilante hunting down zombies who looks like THIS:

with the goons in question being led by a little kid who uses 'YOU FOOLS' in every other sentence named JOSE VON REICHTER.

JOSE

VON

GODDAMN

REICHTER

who looks like THIS:

AND the animation of FLIPPIN' Trigger!?

Was ANYONE going to tell me??

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On Being Seen

Clearing out some Prayers to Broken Stone files and found this deleted snippet of Maedhros giving a 15-year-old Arwen an epistolary pep talk after she felt self conscious about “bad” pictures of her (a running thread in the story) that Elrond took at her hockey match, and decided it was nice enough to share here standalone, mostly because it’s something 15 y/o Balls would have killed to hear.

And yes I also find it very funny tragic that Elrond has three Oxford degrees and has spent his entire career trying to write an incredibly mid diaspora book, while high school dropout Maedhros regularly scrawls shit like this on scrap paper while chainsmoking on a tea-break between shifts of beating people and minor acts of terrorism.

Last week, I went to see one of Finnu’s kathak performances in that old hall near the beach, Providence Hall I think it was. And you see Arwen, my Finnu, he has this… way of moving, like his limbs are strung to a cloud. Fluid, as natural as day tumbling in after night, like he’s negotiating with the world, and winning. And, well, I couldn’t help but start to draw him. I must’ve looked like a lunatic scribbling in the dark, half-blind and wholly smitten. It wasn’t Finnu I was trying to draw, not exactly, but what he became under the tender focus of that stage light, the way it turned him into a thing that could in turn light up the entire sky.

He kept moving and moving, and I tried to draw him even as he moved. Which, obviously, was impossible. Every time I looked up, Finnu changed: shoulders turning, wrists folding like waves, abhinaya shifting. But I kept drawing. And what emerged looked less like a dancer and more like a creature trying to free itself from the paper I tried to confine it within. Because I wasn’t looking to capture perfection. I just needed proof that I had seen him in that moment. That I had, for that one minute, stopped fleeing and come to rest. That something in my life was so luminous and I didn’t spurn it. Didn’t bat it away like a bee in the nostril, punching my own face in the process.

It was nowhere near as good as the drawings I often send you, but it was the best drawing I ever did. It looked nothing like my Finnu, and yet I swear to you it was him at his best. What I’m trying to say, Arwen, is that I understand your worry that the pictures your Ada takes of you don’t ever show you at your best and brightest. But what if this is your best, Arwen? What if the photographs don’t look like you because right now you are changing too fast and burning too brightly to ever be caught? Does a beautiful thing stop being beautiful just because someone can’t draw fast enough to keep up with it, because cameras cannot contain it to a single frame? Almost every photograph taken of the sun renders it as a dull, indistinct blur.

A camera has the potential to tell the truth, yes, but often they just remind people of what they are afraid of. You won’t always look the way you think you should, but the real joy isn’t in looking good or being marvelled at, it’s in being seen. Because what if the real you is not the polished, chin-up Arwen with studio lighting and makeup and symmetry, but the flickering, sweaty and restless hockey-match Arwen? What if years from now you come across the shitty photos Elrond’s shitty camera took from the stands, and find a version of yourself whose beauty surprises you all the more because it was a stranger to you until just then?

The brightest moments of a person’s life, I’ve found, don’t arrive dressed for the occasion. They don’t knock and wait, my Arwen, and they certainly don’t bring their own studio lighting. You will pass through them like the sun through the clouds, and one day, squinting at a dazzling stranger in some half-blurred image, you will see how in the moment your father clicked that shutter, it was you who lit up the sky.

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Nerdanel’s lover

« Who dare say the Sun is false? » (From Georg. 1. 463: solem quis dicere falsum audeat?)

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internet friends are kinda like illegally downloaded friends. you don’t get the physical copy but you still get all the great content

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Told my mum that Holmes and Watson don't canonically retire together and it made her so sad that she nearly started crying

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Holmes being a cute little dork...

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Broke:

Sauron is male, hence uses he/him pronouns and has a masculine fàna.

Woke:

Sauron probably has an androgynous appearance as he is often described as "fair". Furthermore, since the Ainur are shapeshifters they aren't confined in the gender binary. So Sauron's gender is likely fluid.

Bespoke:

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