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poetrybypuck · 7 months
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Wait… the fact that Sherlock Holmes is now public domain means that some of the fanfics on AO3 can actually become books now? ‘Cause if that’s the case we need to vote for our favorites and make a whole collection with johnlock as part of the plot.
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monkeyscomics · 9 months
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💀🥛 'Sherlock!!!! YOU DON'T PUT EMPTY BOTTLE BACK IN THE FRIDGE!!!' - John Watson
A member from Johnlock group said this is something John would do, I 100% agree ;)
I enjoy a lot being inspired by fandom, its a joy hanging out with you guys ^u^/
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chemlock · 1 month
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Algae and Forensics
If you watch a lot of crime shows, you may have seen algae being used to help solve a crime. In Dexter, the algae on the victims was used to determine the port they came from, which led them to Dexter. Or Hannibal, where the algae led the FBI to Miriam Lass. A lot of crime shows play forensics up, but algae actually can be an important tool for helping solve a crime.
The presence of algae, or lack thereof, can tell us several things. Is there algae present in the closed organs of the decedent? If so, that tells you they were drowned or whether or not they were taken to a second location. What kind of algae? This can help us determine fairly accurately where the victim was drowned. This doesn't include bathwater or water with too few diatoms, such as ice water.
But how? Let's look into that.
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First off, I will be using the term "Diatoms." If you are unaware, diatoms are a type of photosynthesising algae, so I will be using the terms interchangeably.
There are over 15,000 species of algae living in brackish, fresh water, and sea water. Ponds, lakes, rivers, oceans, and coastal areas all have different diatom communities, and using that we can identify where the victim might have been killed.
When you drown, liquid is aspirated into the lungs and enters the bloodstream through alveoli. This lets particles such as sediments, microorganisms, or pollen to be carried to organs and deposited in capillaries. This means that diatoms can be found in the organs of a drown victim.
So, if diatoms are found in distant organs or closed systems and are of a great abundance, the cause of death is most likely due to ante-mortem drowning. This lets us know that the victim was drowned and was not just dumped posthumously.
Thanks to diatoms acid resistant sillica shell, they can easily be separated from tissue using acid-digestive extractions, and they are detectable in burned or putrified corpses. This means that drowning as a cause of death could be determined in a burnt victim that was taken to a second location.
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Algae is also being researched for its use as a time of death indicator. A study was conducted by forensic scientists, who found the diversity of algae on piglet bodies in water tended to decrease over time with a peak in diatoms recorded after 1-8 days of decomposition. This kind of work remains largely experimental, but it has the potential to be used for establishing a timeline since death (or submersion) in water.
Algae can be useful for linking criminals to their crime scenes, as diatoms can transfer onto clothing or footwear. Comparing microflora with the diatoms found could also give you a general area or type of water they were drowned in, as a swamp would have different algae than say, the ocean.
This evidence isn't damning in and of itself, but all evidence at a crime scene is valuable for solving the crime, and as such, algae can be an important part of forensics.
Thanks for reading! Have a good day and a cup of tea :)
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bethhiraeth · 2 years
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Does anyone have any thoughts about why Sherlock Holmes is such a phenomenon? I mean, the first book was written in the late Victorian era, and there are still new adaptions coming out every year, with hundreds in total! BBC Sherlock was obviously part of the Superwholock 'big three' trifecta, and Sherlock Holmes/John Watson has consistently ranked in the top 100 most popular ships on AO3 for years! Even the stuffy Victorian wore black armbands to protest the death of Sherlock Holmes! I mean, how did this happen?! How did a London doctor who wrote in his spare time create one of the world's largest and longest-running phenomenons, who he hated? What is it about Sherlock Holmes that strikes chords in so many across such time and space?
Idk, I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I'd love to discuss it and hear your thoughts!
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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months
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Embrace
John was done with the grocery shopping earlier than expected. He'd realised that they already had many of the things they needed at home - out of the ones he'd written on the list.
John carried a medium-sized cloth bag and stood at the curb near one of the shops to hail a cab.
He gave the address to the cab driver and got in.
It had been two months since Sherlock had returned from the dead. He had shown up at a restaurant out of nowhere, just when John was about to propose to Mary, and John had punched him in the face no less than three times.
Once he'd realised exactly why Sherlock had to fake his death - the reason being three snipers who were appointed by Moriarty for him, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, each - John had felt guilty.
However, John never talked about it to Sherlock, after they'd had a long conversation about why Sherlock was forced to do it.
Mary had broken up with John for unrelated reasons shortly after. Or who knows, they might've been related to this incident. Apparently, he was too preoccupied with Sherlock to remember to propose to her properly, even after a week past Sherlock's return.
John was disappointed about the breakup at first, but he'd got on with his life with Sherlock, back at Baker Street.
John had fallen in love with Sherlock a long time ago. When he thought the man was dead, he tried to do just about anything to be able to move on. Not that he succeeded, but still.
When John moved back in to Baker Street again, after his break up with Mary, he became painfully aware that those feelings were still there. Very much present.
The cab stopped in front of the apartment building 221, Baker Street. John paid the driver and hopped out.
He carried his bag in his left hand as he climbed the stairs to his flat.
At least there was one thing to be happy about: he could call this place 'his' again. Life was pretty okay, even with having Sherlock back as his friend if not anything more.
He didn't do anything about how he felt. How could he now, if he couldn't before Sherlock's staged suicide? That was out of the question.
John thought that being able to live with Sherlock again, as his flatmate, was more than enough.
As he reached the top level of the staircase, he found that the door was wide open.
The moment John entered the flat, his jaw dropped at what he saw.
Sherlock had slipped out of his white shirt and was picking up a worn-out grey T-shirt to put on from his chair beside the desk. Sherlock was facing the window of the sitting room, standing near the bison skull, with his back to John.
Sherlock's back was covered with bruises and actual knife marks. It was completely black and blue.
John realised that he didn't even ask what had happened to Sherlock when he was away.
John frowned as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room to place the shopping bag on the coffee table.
"Oh, you're back! I thought you'd take some more time," Sherlock said, without turning around to face John as he made to go to his bedroom with his T-shirt and pyjamas on, sounding embarrassed.
"Sherlock wait! You were just standing there before. Where are you going now?" asked John as he made quick strides across the room to approach Sherlock.
"Nothing, I just..." Sherlock trailed off, still not looking up at John.
"I have a question. What happened to you when you were away?"
Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut. "We were done talking about that, weren't we? You don't have to bring it up again."
"Yes, I do," said John, his voice shaking a bit. "Especially after what I just saw. Please tell me."
"I have an experiment to do," said Sherlock, looking here and there, anywhere but at John.
John wasn't taking any of it. "Why go to the bedroom then? Stop avoiding me and answer the question: What happened to you when you were away?" John hated how desperate he sounded. But he didn't care. He needed to know.
Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Look at me."
Sherlock looked into John's eye, with his piercing blue gaze. He turned to John to face him properly.
He began in a low voice. "They whipped me. With canes. They stabbed me in the back more than a dozen times. Kept me in shackles in a confined, dark room. Starved me. Didn't let me sleep. They'd hit me again if I dared to doze off."
"Jesus," John whispered. "And you endured all that for me, Mrs H and Lestrade? For two years?"
"Mostly you," said Sherlock under his breath, but John caught that.
John blinked and swallowed. "Sherlock." John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, trying to be careful of his wounds on the back.
Sherlock made a surprised sound but eventually, he placed his arms around John's waist.
The two men held each other in a tight embrace. Torsos pressing against each other, with John holding on to Sherlock, trying to express what he felt for him through this embrace alone.
Sherlock's arms were raking over John's back.
John broke the brief silence. "Then you came back, and I reacted the way I did, aggravating your wounds and pain even more. I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I really am." John bit his lower lip. "Please forgive me."
"It's fine. I didn't explain myself to you properly that night. Shouldn't have shown up as a waiter, especially when you were with Mary. I just... couldn't think of any other way. I did what I thought best at that time."
"No, you're right. I get it. I should've listened to your side of everything too. Sorry."
"It's okay, John. I've stopped thinking about it, ever since I explained everything to you. You should too."
John nodded but still kept holding him, as if unable to detach himself from this rare opportunity to have some physical contact with Sherlock.
Sherlock didn't let go of him either. But a few moments later, it became a little awkward.
Sherlock cleared his throat. "John, is there anything else...?"
"I love you," John blurted out heavily. "I always have."
Sherlock pulled away from John a bit, to look into his eyes. He looked vulnerable from this angle as if he was trying to test something.
Whatever Sherlock saw in John's eyes, made him pull John close by the collar of his shirt and press a hard kiss against his mouth.
John let out a relieved sound and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair and kept kissing him, unable to make himself stop.
After some time, Sherlock pulled him close for a hug again and said, "I love you too."
John's vision was blurred but his heart bursted with joy as he kept holding on to Sherlock.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Embrace
Tagging: @keirgreeneyes , @lisbeth-kk , @topsyturvy-turtely , @helloliriels , @gaylilsherlock , @peanitbear , @curlyjohnlock , @clueless-mp4, @lookingforlifeoutthere , @kettykika78, @a-victorian-girl
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tjlc-hellven · 2 months
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Wait do we know why Sherlock was in a sheet????
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caramelcorgi · 2 years
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„I‘ve missed you“
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9uashleves · 9 months
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bffs doodle on magma
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sherlockianscholar · 1 month
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through pure happenstance, i stumbled on this first edition (published 1940) of 221B: Studies in Sherlock Holmes at my local bookstore!! i am officially having the best birthday ever
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holmesoldfellow · 7 months
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Hey y'all, I should've posted this before but if you're interested, the Rosenbach Museum and Library is doing Sherlock Mondays from today until the end of April, every Monday at 7pm EST, with a story per episode (going until The Empty House) except for novellas, which get two weeks. You can register for it at the previous link to receive all the information in emails. They describe it as a "verbal annotation" with a special Sherlockian guest each week, and the emails also include a cocktail recipe to go with each story. It streams on YouTube and will also be available a few days later as a podcast on all major podcast places. If you're interested I encourage y'all to check it out! It's totally free, but there will be extra paid episodes available afterwards.
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poetrybypuck · 2 months
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Listen, listen: Dominic Sessa as young Sherlock.
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milquetoast27 · 5 months
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new Sherlockian discoveries made!
I assume many of us know that Holmes says the phrase "My dear Watson" 92 times in the canon (which gives us a good idea of the frequency he must have said this off of Watson's pages as well). But in which story does Holmes say it the most?
A total of 9 times in EMPT, followed by 7 times in FINA - far beyond the average per story. In some, he doesn't even say it at all!
Yeah guys, clearly he was feeling very tender about his Watson in the Great Hiatus era - go take a minute if you need it :'3
Secondly, why did Holmes refuse his knighthood (mentioned in 3GAR)? Because Doyle likes to project a lot of himself onto both H&W, I looked to his biography. He himself had been initially inclined to refuse his knighthood as he believed it was only his duty, before he was dissuaded by his mother. And GOD doesn't that just sound so in-character for Holmes?? I am 100% convinced Holmes had declined for the same reason (and btw, that is the most baller thing he ever did). Another fact to note is that this happened in June 1902, the same date that Doyle's own knighthood was announced (3GAR was published in 1924), so it is not out of the question to consider Holmes and Doyle's experience with knighthood to have much overlap.
HOWEVER, for whatever reason, Holmes did accept a Legion of Honour from the French president for the tracking and arrest of Huret, the Boulevard assassin. Perhaps in the British case, he did not feel he went very far out of his duty, but in the case of this assassin he felt that he did deserve merit? GOLD was also published after Doyle's knighthood (1904), but so far I haven't discerned any reason for why Doyle or Holmes may show a preference for the French government or why this case would deserve merit and the other did not.
+ last minute idea: perhaps Watson convinced him to take it ^_^ Holmes obtained his Legion of Honour in 1894 and I wonder if he was more prone to going along with Watson's suggestions because of ✨guilt✨
Thanks also to the LFW server for contributing to these findings o7
Please chip in if anyone has any ideas ^_^
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tennantloki · 1 year
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2010s tumblr was a defining moment in geek & fandom culture and I look back on it with both fear and pleasure
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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months
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"SHERLOCK!" John bellowed, as his best friend and the love of his life jumped off the rooftop of that godawful building.
Everything was gone within a few seconds. Sherlock's body hit the pavement, which drew the attention of the passersby, and just like that, the eighteen glorious months that John had spent with Sherlock as his flatmate, were all but a memory.
It wasn't just Sherlock who had died. John's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and it was as though his life had been sucked out of his body in an instant.
John rushed across the street to be able to be close to Sherlock's body as soon as he could.
"He's my friend!" He kept running to close the seemingly infinite gap between himself and Sherlock. "Please, let me through. He's my friend," he said with a broken voice.
Strangely, John felt as if he was running on a treadmill. His eyes widened and his heart pounded with horror when he wasn't being able to physically reach out to Sherlock's corpse. "Sherlock!" he yelled again. None of the passersby noticed him, though.
It was like John didn't even exist to them. Nobody was making way to let him through.
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John's eyes snapped open. He realised he was in Sherlock's bedroom, lying on the bed on his right side, with Sherlock spooning him from behind.
"John!" Sherlock's arms tightened around John's chest and abdomen.
John was awake, but his heart was still racing. He was breathing frantically as if his life depended on it. He tried to swallow but couldn't, because of his dry mouth.
"John, wake up. You're okay, John, please wake up right now."
"I'm up," John said in a hoarse voice as he tried to take deep breaths.
"Another nightmare?"
John nodded. His breathing rate was slowly becoming normal.
Of course, that's what it was. Sherlock was back in London a few months ago. There had been one not-so-nice interaction between them, but they had found each other shortly after.
"Er, sorry if I woke you. What did I do, this time?"
Sherlock's arm tightened around his waist. He placed a kiss on the top of his head. "You were shaking - head to toe. And you shouted my name, too, just now. Are you all right?"
John was glad he wasn't facing Sherlock. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Don't be stupid," Sherlock said and kissed John's temple. "Tell me what you saw, this time."
"It was you again," said John in a low voice and swallowed. He felt a prickly sensation behind his eyes.
"You jumped off the building and died. This time, I wasn't able to reach out to you. Your body was lying on the front on that pavement but I just couldn't close the distance. It was ugly." John was tearing up.
Sherlock was silent for a long moment. "You know there wasn't any other way."
"I know! I can see why you had to do it. At least now that we've had a talk about it. That's not going to make the nightmares disappear, though. The one I had just now was the worst. It was like I'd become a ghost to everyone else in the world."
Sherlock kissed John's hair once. Then again, then a few more times on the different areas of his scalp.
John's eyes fluttered as he closed them to live in the moment. He grabbed Sherlock's forearm - that was still pressed against his stomach.
Sherlock moved his kisses down to John's nape, sending shivers down his spine.
"I know," Sherlock said between his kisses. "Just wanted to ensure you knew the reason behind all that. Moriarty knew that you were the one I cared about the most and that I would've done anything to ensure your safety."
John closed his eyes and nodded as he leaned back against Sherlock's body on the bed.
"If you felt that you'd become a ghost, you should've been able to tell that it's a nightmare. You'd never be invisible or a ghost to me. That's simply impossible."
John blinked furiously at Sherlock's words.
"As ever you see, but you don't observe."
A couple of tears rolled down John's cheek as he chuckled. He wiped his face and turned around to face Sherlock. He held Sherlock's face gently in his hands.
"Yeah, well. You're the fantastic detective here, not me."
Sherlock opened his mouth but instead of replying, he looked away and cleared his throat.
John could tell he was blushing even in the dark room. He let out a fond laugh as he pulled Sherlock close, to kiss him as deeply as he could.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Spoon
Tagging: @lisbeth-kk , @gaylilsherlock , @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely @curlyjohnlock , @peanitbear .
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tjlc-hellven · 2 months
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Johnny! There is no baby!
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fancypersonvoid · 7 months
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