“lol Arthur Conan Doyle clearly didn’t know anything about drugs. Sherlock Holmes did cocaine but it calmed him down. That’s not how cocaine works!”

There are two options: Arthur Conan Doyle had never met someone addicted to cocaine or he met some with ADHD who was addicted to cocaine

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Serialised Sherlock Holmes adaptation which meticulously reproduces all of Arthur Conan Doyle's continuity fuckups, at first seemingly out of excessive concern for fidelity to the source material. Eventually, it's revealed that we're actually looking at a pair of extremely similar parallel universes, each with its own almost-but-not-quite-identical Holmes and Watson duo, played by the same actors.

In the back half of the series, a plot by Time-Travelling Omni-Moriarty threatens both universes, obliging the Holmeses and Watsons of each universe to team up with their counterparts to stop him; the particulars of this portion of the story are such that understanding what the hell is going on critically hinges on the audience's ability to keep track of which nearly-identical Holmes or Watson is which.

The ultimate resolution involves outsmarting Moriarty by having the Watson with the war wound in his leg and the Watson with the war wound in his shoulder secretly switch places, deliberately framed in such a way that, as far as the audience can tell, there was no conceivable opportunity for them to have done so.

As of midnight, Sherlock Holmes enters the public domain, so here's my very official poem declaring him canonically gay and autistic:

"Watson, I am gay and autistic," said Holmes.

"Yeah, no, I like. Got that," replied Watson.

that's all good night

Happy New Year to all but especially Sherlock Holmes! 🎉🎈🥳🪩🍾🏳️‍🌈

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if there's one thing about classic literary detectives it's that they are not conventionally attractive. doyle told sidney paget to stop drawing holmes so pretty. christie was like "let me introduce you to this short pudgy balding man who is retirement age and i hate him." sayers compares wimsey to maggots on literally the FIRST PAGE

i love it. i love them. stop casting hot people in these roles. we need our detectives to be Charmingly Weird-Looking

Benoit Blanc & Sherlock Holmes both prove that the best detectives aren’t actual trained detectives but nosy gay men who drink their respect women juice and hate the rich.

unfortunately if Arthur Conan Doyle was alive today he would spread misinformation in a weekly podcast

"Sleep, Dear" by me

i love soft ACD Johnlock and i really want to draw them more often!

Go read the books!!!

Sherlock Holmes, despite being one of the most adapted characters in media, is almost always characterized differently than in the source material. Despite having a habit of unnerving people with his deductions, and his distaste for the police force, Sherlock Holmes is canonically good at reassuring people, gets along amicably with clients, and has an affectionate relationship with Watson. However, he is almost always adapted to be extremely stoic and unable to interact with people in a regular fashion, as is a common trope with genius characters. Whether being smart but socially inept is a caricature of Savant Syndrome or a result of an effort to create flaw in a character whose skills were not balanced out with much deficit, it is clear that Sherlock Holmes has been the subject of much transformation in the public consciousness, straying from the envisioning of Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle. Is this modified personality better, creating a more well-rounded and interesting character? Or, does it instead stereotype and boil down the traits that, left alone, made Sherlock Holmes the quintessential star of detective fiction, restorting to trite and digestible cliché? In this essay I will

After studying three of the greats — Holmes, Poirot, Columbo — I have determined that in order to be a popular fictional detective you MUST be autistic you MUST be a nosy bitch and you MUST have a boybestfriend to bounce your theories off of.

‘But op, what about Columbo? Columbo doesn’t have a boybestfriend!’ You fools. His boybestfriend is the murderer.

Now I'm laying down to perish

And God knows where I'll go.

Now I'm laying down to perish--

I just wanted you to know.

I wanted you to know.

-"Laying Down to Perish," Alan Doyle

I wonder if any adaptation has ever seriously entertained the "Watson fought in a war overseas, suffered a disabling wound, was discharged, came home, had a bunch of adventures with Holmes, recovered from that wound, re-enlisted, fought in a second war overseas, suffered a different disabling wound, came home again, and just never mentioned the second war in any of his memoirs because he didn't think it would interest his readers" solution to the Sherlock Holmes timeline conundrum.

Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof I paid the price.

— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

you are the grief i remember you as

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