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HUZZAAAAAAH!!! A DESERVED RATING!

happy tuesday

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HELP, I AM WHEEZING. 😭🤣 This is TOO. BLAZING. GOOD.

Holmes's response is on point...and Hyde's response has me grinning almost as wildly. A metal pipe to the shins is EXACTLY the kind of platonic love letter I would like to receive.

=Incorrect quotes for "Of Skeletons and Closets"=

Frankenstein: (Looking hollow) "How do you even show someone you love them?"

Sherlock: "The best try at affection would be to shower the individual with critique to help them develop needed skills-"

Erik Le Phantome: "Try Gaslighting?"

Dorian: (nodding in approval) "Gaslighting for sure."

Hyde: (grinning wildly) "METAL PIPE TA THA SHINS!"

Griffin: (floating glasses turning toward Frankenstein) "What is love?"

Frankenstein: (Looking equal parts horrified and confused) "How... How are you all still alive?"

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Another sticker page :)

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Shoutout to Holmes having a bit of gremlin energy

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This is very sweet.

Never Shaken

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "could have been worse"

Cw: blood and injury from accident

Holmes winced, watching as Watson bent close to his hand and examined it. “There is no reason for you to look so alarmed. I’m perfectly all right.”

“You are not perfectly all right.” Shaking his head, Watson reached for tweezers. “You’ve badly scalded yourself, and there is glass embedded in your hand.”

“Mm.” It was difficult to argue that point given the considerable pain and the blood dripping to the table. And yet. “It could have been worse, Watson.”

Watson gave him an unimpressed look. “It is quite bad enough, Holmes.”

“Oh dear, oh dear.” Shaking her head, Mrs. Hudson bustled into the room. “Well, the fire brigade was a bit skeptical given all the smoke, but I think I’ve managed to convince them that we don’t need their services.”

“It is evident that we don’t need their services,” Holmes snapped, his vision blurring as Watson began to pick bits of glass from his hand. “There is a distinct lack of fire, Mrs. Hudson!”

“Yes, sir.” She sighed and came to his side, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Oh, your poor hands. Is there glass in both of them?”

“Thankfully just the one,” Watson said, dropping a fragment of glass into the metal dish that he’d set out for exactly that purpose. “The other is only slightly burnt.”

She patted Holmes on the shoulder. “Still rather painful, no doubt.”

“Nonsense. It is an exceedingly minor burn.” Dizzy now thanks to the ongoing searing, Holmes nevertheless managed to flick a smile at his landlady. “Perhaps you would be so good as to fetch us some brandy? I have given Watson a little fright with tonight’s chemical explosion, and I believe that a drink would be advantageous. Regrettably, our decanter is empty.”

“Well, I’m sure we can’t have that.” Very gently, she smoothed Holmes’ fringe out of his face, then petted his head. “Is there anything else I can fetch, Doctor? More bandages?”

“No, I think I have plenty here even for Mr. Holmes.” Watson gave her a soft smile. “But perhaps you could turn the lights up? I believe I’m straining myself a bit squinting to see the glass.”

At once, Mrs. Hudson nodded, seemingly quite eager to help. “Very good, sir. And then I’ll go and fetch that brandy, and perhaps a little tea too.”

Holmes waited until she had left to hang his head. He took a few hard, labored breaths, blinking away tears of pain. “Dear me. I suppose you were right that I ought to be a little more careful with my chemical experiments.”

“Yes, I should like that.” Watson carefully plucked another piece of bloody glass free. “You’re a danger to yourself when you’re bored, Holmes.”

“It was not intentional, Watson.”

“No, but it was careless.”

Holmes sighed. It was difficult to argue that point as well, given that his curiosity about adding just one more drop of an unstable chemical to his experiment had blown up the sitting room. Thankfully, aside from some damage to himself, his chair, the table, and the floor, it had done little harm.

“Next time I am bored, I will take time to consult my book before I do anything questionable,” Holmes muttered as Watson turned his hand to better examine it in the light. “Is that acceptable?”

“It would certainly make me feel better, yes.” Apparently content that he had gotten all the glass out, Watson reached for his bottle of disinfectant. “Although as you’re going to need a holiday to heal from this, we’ll have to find ways other than dangerous experiments to alleviate your boredom.”

He dabbed disinfectant on the damaged tissues, and Holmes jerked his hand away with a yelp of pain. The searing torment of the burns worsened, blending with the sting of disinfectant until he felt as if he’d just dipped his hand in acid.

“Easy, old man,” Watson murmured, voice gentler now. He recaptured Holmes’ hand and resumed treating him. “I know it hurts, but we must tend to these wounds properly in order to avoid infection.”

“Indeed. I should not like an infection.” Holmes did not like boredom either, particularly as the nature of his injuries certainly meant that he would be unable to entertain himself. “I shall require your assistance to prevent myself from going mad, my dear fellow.”

Watson chuckled and wiped the blood away, then reached for bandages. “I know. Don’t worry, I shall do my best.”

He bandaged Holmes’ hands, then wiped up the blood on the table while Holmes leaned back and struggled to control his expression. He had little wish to admit to pain, or to worry anyone. No doubt he could act as though everything was perfectly fine, and thus relieve any concern.

“Oh dear, oh dear. You look as if you could faint dead away from pain!” Mrs. Hudson said as she walked back into the sitting room with a tray. She set it down and poured three glasses of brandy, then set one near Holmes’ less injured hand. “There, sir. That will help, I’m sure.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.” Holmes flicked a pained smile at her, then raised an eyebrow. “Are you joining us?”

“Of course. Dr. Watson isn’t the only one who had a fright from your explosion!” She sat at the table too, peering at them across the teapot and decanter. Apparently reassured by the state of wound tending, she smiled and raised her glass. “Shall we toast to a less eventful rest of the night?”

“Yes indeed,” Watson said fervently, picking up his own brandy. “To a quiet night.”

“Quiet is dull.” Holmes sighed, miserable at the prospect of rest. “Nevertheless.”

He raised his own glass in toast, then settled back to gingerly drink it. He would be exceptionally bored for the foreseeable future, but things certainly could be worse. He had people who loved him, and that was far better than facing life’s challenges alone.

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Me when the British government is mentioned at all in Sherlock and Co:

MycroftMycroftMycroftMYCROFTMYCROFTMYCROFTMYCROFTMYCROFTMYCROTFTMYCROFT

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"Marriage. It's the end, I tell you."

"I think of it as the beginning."

"Armageddon."

"Rebirth."

"Restriction."

"Structure."

Mycroft: why do you care if Watson gets married

Sherlock: BECAUSE HES MY BEST FRIEND!

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ME TOOOO 😁

I'm so happy I found a way to weasel my favorite armchair detective into this story. 😆

Incorrect Quotes from Defaced, Episode 4

The inspiration for today's episode is brought to you by Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.

Marcus, to Mycroft: Please, Mr. Holmes, I know that your brother yet remains alive. There is no use in denying it. You must tell me where he is. Mycroft: He is residing in a place which I cannot reveal for the sake of anonymity and discretion...but I can tell you the residents speak Swiss. Marcus: ... Marcus: That's...not very discreet. And Swiss is not a language. Mycroft: It's so overt, Mr. Jones, that it's covert.

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Exactly.

Watson's description of Holmes at the beginning of the Musgrave Ritual has to be the epitome of exasperated affection.

Like.

"I would die for this man, and I'm sure he would die for me, but what he will NOT do for me is clean up his blasted papers so that we can even see our FLOOR or keep his criminal relics out of the BUTTER DISH. I love him but he is driving me up the wall--WHICH has BULLET HOLES in it for some reason??? My best friend, everyone. (Save me)."

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John Watson: As a doctor, the first rule I live by is do no harm!

John holding a gun: My second rule is take no shit.

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Incorrect Quotes from Defaced, Episode 4

The inspiration for today's episode is brought to you by Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.

Marcus, to Mycroft: Please, Mr. Holmes, I know that your brother yet remains alive. There is no use in denying it. You must tell me where he is. Mycroft: He is residing in a place which I cannot reveal for the sake of anonymity and discretion...but I can tell you the residents speak Swiss. Marcus: ... Marcus: That's...not very discreet. And Swiss is not a language. Mycroft: It's so overt, Mr. Jones, that it's covert.

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🥺

Wait, wdym when Watson titled the story The Empty House, he wasn’t referring to the one across the street, but to 221B itself? The place that, for him, had been truly empty for the past three years?

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🤣

Complete with "Hit it, Joe" and all.

The music in Sherlock Holmes’s head when he has a case

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She’s meditating

She’s died

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Unfortunately, I was unable to come up with an incorrect quote today for "Of Skeletons and Closets". HOWEVER... as an exchange gift, I present a rough sketch of Hyde just enjoying life.

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“𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹.”

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

“𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚠 / 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚍”

“The Modern Prometheus” Frankenstein: A New Musical

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fans of characters that hate vulnerability will be like “i cant wait until they cry 😍 cant wait until the weight of their emotions breaks them 😍”