I Did This To My Players, Actually. Got A Custom Printed And Painted 3D Model And Everything. The Fight

A master class in Menace. It's so light and lovely, but we KNOW...

After several train changes, Moriarty chasing them on his own personal train (??) and a boat ride, they arrive in Brussels to news:

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 3 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - bits from the next part of the chapter - the canonical moment where Holmes accidentally refers to Baker Street as "our rooms" and then corrects himself will haunt me forever.

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

Pisses me off how good Shakespeare actually is. Like yeah he's actually that good. People hype him up like he's the best English writer ever, and yeah he's actually an S+ tier writer.

This is how my siblings and I experienced Tolkien pre-preschool.

this should have been me

Ok but Tumblr keeps putting stuff from this fandom on my Dash for no reason and this was so GOOD that I literally just threw up my hands went 'dammit fine, this will clearly be my jam!" and ordered the dang book. I hope you're happy you have ensnared a soul, this will probably hurt so much more to watch once I have a hint of context.

Please, Shizun

Luo Binghe is busy trying to build up his reputation when he hears a terrible rumor: Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu is dying and soon.

Luo Binghe panics because excuse you, Shizun can't die, certainly not yet and certainly not without Binghe! So he does some digging.

Poor Shizun has been poisoned yet again and is acting way too chill about it also yet again. The thing is, unlike Without-A-Cure, there is a clear timetable to save his life and he, for some unknown reason, is actively refusing it.

Well, Luo Binghe decides that saving Shizun's life might prove his righteousness and redeem his filthy blood in Shizun's eyes so he makes an excuse and flees Huan Hua Palace for Qing Jing Peak.

He is joyously accepted upon his return, to his own surprise, and practically thrown up the peak where he finds...

Two Shen Qingqius.

One, dressed sloppily, not even wearing a guan, too caught up in his own grief to leave the sword mound he constructed for Luo Binghe.

The other, as sharp as ever, perhaps even sharper, without flaw and without mercy.

Both accept him, with reluctance from one and pure relief from the other, and both refuse his aid.

This might be harder than Binghe thought.

NOOOOO! DAMN IT, BILLY-BARD! I love Shakespeare so much, but this one play just will not stop haunting me. I'll never reach the ends of it. It's like a puddle that goes down far enough to have angler fish.

I have been exposed to this more than any other of The Bard's work, and never once by choice. I have been forced to read this play cover to cover four times in school, including for one exhausperated highschool teacher who got the lot of us engaged by giving extra credit to whoever found the most dick jokes. I've seen it performed by every kind of troop from school kids to the actual globe theater. I once got roped into playing a bit part in a performance art street production because I happen to be walking by, and I NEVER CAUGHT THIS?!?

I tip my hat to you, thank you for showing me yet another facet to the peerless jewel I am repeatedly clubbed over the head with whether I like it or not.

It's a perfect sonnet.

14 lines. 3 stanzas in ABAB rhyme, and a rhyming couplet at the end.

It starts off with each of them speaking a whole stanza. Romeo offering up a self depreciating metaphor (a pilgrim at a holy shrine, sinful for wanting to place a kiss on her hand), and Juliet returning it (it's not a sin for a pilgrim to touch the hands of a saint. Pilgrims and the saints hands can touch. )

Then they share a quatraine, keeping the rhyme and rhythm steady, the flirting turning even more overt. (Saints and pilgrims both have lips, yeah? Well, sure, for prayer. Well if a pilgrims hand can touch a saints hand, then their lips...)

Then they each speak half a couplet (the saints dont make the first move, but if its a prayer....well, here I am, praying....), and share their first kiss.

It's flirty and silly and a little irreverent, and they become more and more in sync as they speak.

This is a heightened, fantastical, almost reality bending moment. This is a moment where two lonely teenagers, one who is having her future decided without her and the other fresh from an unrequited rejection, feel the world shift around them.

And the foreshadowing sits at the end of stanza 3. This is an act of faith, but if it cannot be, it will turn to despair.

And I just. The craft of it. The poetry of it. How the form and the rhythm mirror the metaphor and mirror the emotion of it.

I love a good metanarrative and this is a 15 layer chocolate cake of a media experience

"It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is a immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor."

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 7 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6. Another scene I've had written in some form for months. Getting close now...

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

Huh, I didn't know Stonn was on tumblr.

No offense to Spock but if my WIFE was T'pring I wouldn't have fumbled her that badly, I would be fucking LOCKED in dude. We would've gotten married right after she proposed, we're having a shotgun wedding, I'm quiting starfleet to follow my beautiful wife T'pring back to Vulcan, I'll be her perfect husband. I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll even tolerate her shit ass mother, I'll never show any emotions. C'mon T'pring marry me instead, fuck that loser Spock.

I always found Molten Man amusing for how quickly he speedran his descent into villiany. Especially since he's not a criminal beforehand, just sort of a jerk. Normal Dingus to Straight-Up Supervillain in, at most, 15 seconds. Dude's face heel turn was a pirouette.

There are two kinds of people when they get superpowers... Amazing Spiderman 28