He/They, I do fic and head cannon requests for Monkees, Stranger Things, Percy Jackson, Marauders/Harry Potter, Umbrella Academy, Henry Danger, Keep off My Grass, Infernal Devices, Brokeback Mountain, and I'll try my hand at almost anything. Don't be shy! I am welcoming to all beliefs, preferences, identities, content requests, etc. as long as they are not damaging or harmful to any one or group.
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Latest Posts by his-strange-eyes - Page 4
You’re supposed to wash rice? I swear tumblr is more educational that college. Or maybe I’m just a dumb ass. Probably both. Anyway Billy makes too much rice.
Very important poll
do you ever think about how Sherlock Holmes expresses his affection in such an oblique and sideways manner that Watson could have recorded Holmes’s confession of love and published it for all the world to read without ever understanding it for what it was
Mulder and Scully hate going into the office on Valentine’s Day because they *do not* know how to be normal about it
Please bring back practical effects. I miss them. Plus it makes it that much more real for the actors and the audience. I think of movies that I adore like The Labyrinth and shudder to think of the loss of that incredible artistry. Animators are wizards, yes, but let them work along side the physical artistry of practical effects.
how to make your effects extra special
passages that make you whisper "oh my god"
“His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe.”
🔪🛸✨🛒✅
Seems accurate
first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go
All I'm saying is that Mike finally deserves a breakdown in season five
But I want El to be the one to end things. Between her and Mike. That seems right to me.
hope byler kiss isn't just a peck on the lips with a little giggle but passionate making out grabbing all over each other desperately because they deserve it after holding back for so long. please and thank you!
The jackets, HELLO????? I already can smell the parallel
@greenfiend already wrote a while ago how that scene from s1 may foreshadow Mike coming out to El and I think that’s maybe it! Or they’re having a heart-to-heart after just to clear things up/open up about Will
I mean, look at him!!! It’s the same Mike who feels understood and accepted for who he is
I often think about Holmes learning not to cry in his youth by pouring all that pent up fury, anguish, and despair that the world was not made for boys like him into his violin.
How long did it take Watson to realize that the occasional haunting notes drifting up to his room at night between recognizable tunes were tears.
"here lie those who loved life and could not find a way to live it" x
angel metal band you agree
i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished
idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it
Watson stop LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT you are in PUBLIC
Self Made Man 🌙
Watson is going to his club to see friends and Holmes is going to stay home and think about obscure types of poisons
(edited to add the time lapse video because I think it's cute, I wanted to draw Watson kissing Holmes's hand but had to find the pose from there and then figure out how the fuck to draw a chair)
sorry for maybe sounding like a boomer but ai genuinely scares and disgusts me so much and i wish we could just. stop developing it. like i'm serious. idgaf idgaf idgaf literally nothing can justify a piece of technology that can just randomly conjure up realistic nudes of people and post them online there is literally nothing in this world that freaks me out more than that
characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies
Reblog to have the most homoerotic year of your life 2024
“It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–”
- Sherlock Holmes, the Adventure of the Three Garridebs
Full text and individual pages under cut:
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”
