#i'm sorry for putting you through that

[ogsherlockholmes]

23rd October

John Garrideb. 

That’s all I need to say. 

Okay, I’m going to say a bit more than that because, although we all know and love the famous scene he causes, John Garrideb himself isn’t the most well-known. 

I’m going to get on the name after I’ve explained his plot line, but I’m just going to add that (as well as being a J villain), his name is the same as Watson’s (obviously) BUT one of his aliases is James Winter (double J villain).

J Garrideb is introduced as a client who was searching for two other men with the same name as him (Garrideb, not John- he would only have to look at this blog to find about ten other Johns).  

‘Mr. John Garrideb, Counsellor at Law, was a short, powerful man with the round, fresh, clean-shaven face characteristic of so many American men of affairs. The general effect was chubby and rather childlike, so one received the impression of quite a young man with a broad set smile upon his face. His eyes, however, were arresting. Seldom in any human head have I [Watson] seen a pair which bespoke a more intense inward life, so bright were they, so alert, so responsive to every change of thought. His accent was American, but was not accompanied by any eccentricity of speech.’ 

He didn’t actually call for Sherlock, but another Garrideb, Nathan, asked for him. J Garrideb wasn’t too happy about that and complained to Sherlock, but eventually relents and lets Sherlock get on with it. 

When J Garrideb leaves, Sherlock proves that practically everything he said was a lie, and that J Garrideb hadn’t finalised his backstory yet.

First, he said he put advertisements in the newspapers for other Garridebs- he didn’t. 

His outfit makes it seem like he’d been in London for a while- his documents and own statements said he’d only just arrived. 

He claimed to know an American doctor that Sherlock mentioned- Sherlock made up said doctor.

Combining all that and the fact he didn’t want Sherlock involved, it’s not making J Garrideb look too good. And so he isn’t: Sherlock discovers that J Garrideb is in fact ‘‘Killer’ Evans, of sinister and murderous reputation.”” as Sherlock puts it. His other aliases are, as mentioned, James Winters and Morecroft. Remember the names. 

Sherlock explains his backstory. 

“Aged forty-four. Native of Chicago. Known to have shot three men in the States. Escaped from penitentiary through political influence. Came to London in 1893. Shot a man over cards in a nightclub in the Waterloo Road in January, 1895. Man died, but he was shown to have been the aggressor in the row. Dead man was identified as Rodger Prescott, famous as forger and coiner in Chicago. Killer Evans released in 1901. Has been under police supervision since, but so far as known has led an honest life. Very dangerous man, usually carries arms and is prepared to use them.” 

It is later explained that ‘Killer Evans’ needed Nathan Garrideb to leave his house so he could get to a forgery which was hidden underneath the floorboards. The house previously belonged to the man he killed, Rodger Prescott, and Killer Evans was going to steal the forged money. 

A very elaborate and detailed story about the Garrideb inheritance, just to get an old guy obsessed with history out of the house. 

So, now I’ve gotten the storyline out of the way, I’m going to go into a very wild and obscure theory. Warning: it’s extreme and stupid and doesn’t make sense to anyone apart from me. I understand if you’re not going to torture yourself by reading it. 

I mentioned the aliases: John Garrideb, James Winters, Morecroft and Killer Evans. For the sake of this theory, I’m going to call him Evans, since I think that’s most likely his name (not the killer part, though, that’s just a nickname). Evans created the name Garrideb so it worked with his crazy story and matched Nathan Garrideb’s. 

So, why John? 

If you search up ‘most popular male names 19th century’ you get a link to a social security website, where the first name is John. I mean, with the amount of Johns I’ve written about, I think I’ve given definitive proof for that. 

Simple enough, then: John Garrideb. 

But what is the need for James Winters and Morecroft?

Remember the time that Mary Morstan (yes, the ‘wife’) called her husband James in The Man with the Twisted Lip? I’m sure it’s a very common mistake to mess up your spouses name, and then your spouse doesn’t even correct you, it’s fine, Mary. 

Sometimes, it’s easy to dismiss these continuity mistakes as just mistakes, but it’s funner to imagine that ACD had an actual reason for them. 

So, we have a murderer who has two aliases: John and James. John is the one he’s introduced with, and James is only briefly mentioned. Then we have a doctor, with one name he is always called, and one which he was accidentally called on one occasion. 

Yes, I know James was also a common name (it’s third in the list of most popular names) but I like writing theories that are very unlikely, I don’t get out much. 

I’m not suggesting Evans was a mirror of Watson, but Evans was also the man who tried to kill Watson, and brought about the ‘Garridebs’ moment. And, let’s be honest, how could ACD write that not thinking it was even the slightest bit romantic?

Then comes the last alias (yes, I’m still going): Morecroft. 

I failed to find the name Morecroft on my trusty social security website, and when I searched it up, only pottery results came up. So, Morecroft, not a popular name. Who else had unpopular names? 

Sherlock and Mycroft. 

Mycroft was apparently popular a decade before the books were written, but neither were popular at the time of writing. And Morecroft? I’m not even sure if anyone had that name. But, it sounds very similar to Mycroft. 

I promise, I have a point. 

Evans therefore used two popular names as aliases and one unpopular. He was a known liar and forger of the truth, making mistakes in his stories and-

Mistakes in stories? Continuity errors? Forger of the truth? Lies? 

Where have I heard of that? 

Cough cough ACD. 

No, I’m not suggesting ACD was a murderer now. I will get there eventually. 

Evans had reasons for his lies, he was trying to succeed in something. But the only thing he does succeed in is gifting the world with the Garridebs moment. So, he’s using false names that are either the same or similar to important characters in the canon. 

I’m being very extreme, but maybe ACD was telling us something? 

Maybe, like Evans, ACD is making these blunders in his stories for a reason? And maybe, like Evans, these lies will lead to one thing: Sherlock and Watson?

Or, I’ve had too much caffeine today, and I’m making a big deal out of nothing. Anyway, enjoy today’s post if you can, I promise I’m not crazy. 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

[witchmd13]

back to being insane it haunts me that arthur doesn't recognize the de bois crest on tristan's shield when he comes back as a ghost. uther truly didn't allow him to learn even one thing about ygraine. he doesn't even know what his mother's family crest looks like.

[buglaur]

fireworks show 🎆

material preview version is very cute also :)

i struggled with the lighting on this one so badly, but it turned out alright in the end.

i actually started it last year for new years 2023 but never got around to finishing it, hence no progress pictures this time sadly lol. i do have a very low-res, first draft, test gif though

stills 🥳

[i-didnt-quite-get-that-now]

I'll just put this here and reblog it again when it's 2029 and I'm proven right

[mspaint-flower]

when i'm sick she gets sick too

[engel-hageshii]

Someone left their orca in the tub for too long~

Another attempt at drawing orca!Eclipse doing silly mermaid poses~

@naffeclipse ~

[sidetongue]

this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA

[creativesplat]

I would also like to see some miphlink, if that's okay!

I was really struggling with what to draw, and then I remembered your ask from ages ago (dang ADHD brain...) anyway, sorry its such a late answer, but Miphlink inspired by Dicksee's La Belle Dame

[crepuscular-coyote]

I wonder if my trauma took away my humanity. I wonder if my autism took away my humanity.

Being so alienated and rejected, belittled, broken down, shouted at, hit, hurt.

I was human once. I remember it; the way my life was before. The warmth of the sun's rays on my skin. The way others interacted with me. I was one of them. I was not "other".

Things changed. I changed, and with it humanity slipped from my fingers and vanished before I could even blink. I was wrong. Everything about me was wrong. I tried to fit myself into a human mold but I couldn't.

So I embraced it. I've shed my humanity and I wear my canine nature with pride.

But I still wonder what life would be like if I was still human.

[astaraels]

why do people think Yevgeny wasn't Mickey's son? in 3x06 there was clearly no condom used (not that Terry probably would have let Svetlana stop to get one), but there's no reason to think she wasn't using condoms with her regular clients. it's not Svetlana's fault that she was a tool used to rape Mickey—the sole blame for everything that happens in that entire situation belongs to Terry Milkovich and him alone—so why does it feel like it's just another way for people to shit on Svetlana for something that wasn't in her control? it's not as though she'd asked to get pregnant in the first place...

[vynnyal]

This is likely the hardest I've laughed in rain world yet. Basically, you can glitch a spear into a quantum state using a dead bat body, allowing stabbed enemies to follow you through tunnels. So I tried bringing a leviathan to Moon. And the game really, really didn't like that

[front-facing-pokemon]

I bring you: two front-facing pictures of My Dog (pretend he's a Herdier)

a very beautiful herdier. with the shot at the end of the nose particularly wonderful. everyone admire this immediately before i blast you with 900 more asks attack

good? okay. asks blast

re: persian: i'm SORRY i know some of those in that line suck i'm TRYING to make them better but they're. hard. so. gimme a break if you would thank you. i am also mutuals with tumblr user demifiendcruithne i think we should all have a moment of appreciation for tumblr user demifiendcruithne for existing

ok. what do you want me to do about this. you've already had sylveon twice. sylveon is the most requested pokémon i get by far. i did the original "back-facing-pokemon" joke months ago with sylveon wayyyy before we were even in gen 6. how much more sylveon do you need

↑ now THIS ask i love. because it's TRUE it happens every single time i say that but. to be quite honest with you. SOMETIMES i just say that so that i can get everyone in the comments to tell me how much they love that pokémon instead. i love seeing how every pokémon in the natdex has at least some diehard fans who would do anything to see their baby on the big screen. so i'll be a little mean to them sometimes just to get folks in the notes to tell me off. and i love reading those notes. so. i'm gonna continue doing it if i have no better commentary, for the record. every pokémon is someone's favorite and it's just. ugh. pokémon, guys. i love it

this is wrong because of tumblr user demifiendcruithne. okay?

[tanith-rhea]

Screw you roommate, I'll show you a good time #2

Okay, so I promised I'd try... and I did! I'm quite happy with how it turned out and I hope you all like it as well. Part one can be found here.

Word count: 1.1k

The characters are above the age of consent!

You never knew Larissa Weems naked in your bed was the one thing you needed to be happy before. But now it was the only thing you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Larissa wasn't shy as you thought she'd be. When you arrived at the door, you bearly had time to open and enter before she was pulling you to your bed. Your brain was halfway ready to stop with her hands fisting on your top as if it was an insult you still had it on.

She kissed you needly, with so much pent-up frustration and aggressiveness you thought your lips would go bloody.

"Wait, let me" you interrupted her desperately trying to remove her button-up while kissing you.

She let you go with an impatient huff, your hands on top of hers and putting them away. She was breathtaking like that, with kiss-swollen lips and a blush going from her neck to her chest, disappearing behind white silk.

"I believe I said I would make you scream" you gave her a lazy side grin and arched brow, her demanding demeanour wetting your underwear.

You slowly backed her to the bed, pinning her hands beside her head. You straddled her and lowered yourself leisurely to whisper in her ear:

"Be a good girl, and let me show you"

A soft whimper escaped her mouth and you felt smug from having that effect on her. You gave her a long, dragged kiss, sucking her tongue into your mouth; her hands were white-knuckled fists when you parted.

"Don't touch me for now. I want you to concentrate that pretty head of yours only on feeling me" you instructed and she gave a curt nod, her chest heaving up and down.

You took your time unbuttoning her pyjama top, kissing every inch of exposed skin that came. Her cute tummy was a pretty creamy white you would surely have compromising dreams about, its movements betraying her want when she arched. Her bottoms were the matching set to her rich-girl pyjamas and sinfully short. Oh, you wanted to ravish her.

She didn't wear a bra, and while you dragged her shorts down her legs you left pretty love marks on her breasts. She seemed to like your tongue circling her nipple, and her hand grabbed your shoulder when you bit it lightly.

Her little whimpers and gasps were doing something to your ego and not helping at all the need you felt between your legs. When you made your way down her body, leaving kisses and bruises in your wake, you purposefully avoided going anywhere near where she wanted you to. Her mile-long legs were just as white and lovely as the rest of her, but you knew that already; the interesting thing was that its muscles were tight, her thighs tense in expectation.

You kissed her from the knee up, switching legs when your nose grazed her soaked panties.

"Fuck, please…" she whispered, her hands fisted the sheets near her hips, her arched body high enough for a pillow to fit between her and the bed "Stop torturing me" the bob of her throat sent chills through you, and you had to bite her thigh to relieve at least a bit of the want tightening your sex.

"If you ask nicely I just might" your voice is huskier than you expected, and her lust-filled gaze, when she looked at you, was a chokehold.

"Do as you're told" she growled, blown pupils similar to a wild animal.

Jesus, that girl would be the death of you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped off her panties and lowered your face to her aching core. She smelled like heaven, she had to know paradise was between her legs.

You licked from her entrance to her clit with just the tip of your tongue, she left a high-pitched, contained scream fall from her lips, and that would simply not do.

"C'mon, baby girl, the whole point of this exercise is for you to be as loud as you want. Don't keep your screams from me, it would break my heart"

Her next sound was a scream, you had buried your face in her, sticking your tongue into her sex and sucking her. You held her hips tightly, her legs were tight around your head and you could feel her foot in the middle of your back.

She tasted divine. You could do this forever and never be satisfied. Hunger and lust could keep you going, who needed to eat or sleep? She was panting, moaning, screaming and squirming in the bed. Her hand came to your hair and pulled with so much force that it stung. You loved it.

Her sounds were rapidly turning strangled, needy and loud. When you brought a hand to rub against her clit while you ate her desperately, her cry was so loud you could swear something fell over in the other room. Her desperation was maddening, and when you felt her tense even more around you, her entrance clenching around your tongue, you doubled the effort, sucking and licking her with all you had until you heard your name on her lips in a final shout. She came furiously. Like everything she did, it was incredible. You drank all you could of her, committing the taste to memory, filing it away for later solo sessions.

She was perfect; in every sense of the word. You left her oversensitive pussy and looked at her.

Everything about her was regal. From her chest slowly stopping its rise and fall to her satisfied, sleepy smile gracing her face. She was covered in red marks that soon enough would turn green and blue, branding her yours if she wanted to.

You raised yourself and crawled back to her, planting a slow, needy kiss on her lips. You wanted her forever. Not only here, in your bed in the middle of the night. You wanted her tomorrow morning, waking up dishevelled and bashful, blushing while you recounted all the pretty noises she made the night before. You wanted her at lunch, sitting by your side pocking fun at the jocks trying to pick up girls to the Rave'N. You wanted her after class to walk around in the woods, to have picnics by the lake, to laugh and make out away from the prying eyes - and sometimes near them just to spice things up. You wanted her forever, quite foolishly so.

"What are you thinking?" she rested her chin on your shoulder, her leg fitting between yours while her hand went to your back to bring you closer.

"That I think I heard something fall in the next room before you screamed my name" you smiled cheekily. You would ask her in the morning. If you acted too rashly maybe she would get scared.

She gave you a mirthful laugh that made something in your chest tighten and light up on fire.

"I think I should return the favour" her thigh pressed against your pyjamas. Fuck, you were still clothed.

"Your wish is my command"

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

[gojosattoru]

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