Mrs Ashdown

A Sherlockian, and a member of the Cumbercollective. I lounge about in tumblr and blog about it.

A fair warning: to me Johnlock is real. Always has been, forever will be. I usually forget to tag my johnlockery stuff but I don't tend to blog NSFW.

A man out of time, cornered and losing terrain, the weight of a world in his tired gaze…

A man out of time, cornered and losing terrain, the weight of a world in his tired gaze…

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onthelosingside:

Let’s not talk about how much Moffat adores William Goldman and The Princess Bride, wouldn’t want to lend any credence to TJLC or anything ……..

notmydate:

Questions, questions.  John always has questions for Sherlock.

(via bbcsherlockftw)

loudest-subtext-in-television:

In my reading, TJLCers!

If you didn’t know, one of Moffat’s favorite movies (and books) is The Princess Bride:

I’d recommend reading The Princess Bride. It’s a wonderful book; it’s about storytelling. It’s supposedly him adapting a story his father used to tell him, for his son — by cutting all the dull bits out, and any kissing, and getting rid of it all.

I think it’s both a wonderful book —and a film, which is a double whammy.

— Steven Moffat (x)

Consider this as a summary of The Princess Bride (which has some of its own parallels with ACD canon):

The audience for the story is a kid who explicitly says he doesn’t want to hear a kissing story; he thinks they’re gross. His grandfather sells him the story by making it sound like an adventure story. As the adventure story goes on, the kid starts shipping Westley and Buttercup and caring a lot about their relationship.

Westley returns from the dead in a disguise and pisses off Buttercup, his true love. She forgives him rather quickly, however. Unfortunately she is engaged to someone else she doesn’t truly love because she thought Westley was dead for years; she says the engagement all happened too quickly. Westley rescues her from a kidnapping plot and fire but then has to return her to her fiance, who turns out to not be in love with her at all, but rather is a murderous psychopath who is lying to her as part of an elaborate plot. Buttercup is unaware for a while, however, because her fiance seems so nice. Buttercup has nightmares because she’s in love with Westley but thinks she must marry her fiance. She makes a last-ditch effort to break things off with her fiance and get with Westley. Meanwhile her fiance kills Westley, who comes back via a “miracle” wherein someone asks him what he wants to live for: he awakens gasping “true love.”

At this point the kid REALLY wants Buttercup and Westley to be together, and for Buttercup’s fiance to be killed because he’s so awful: he killed Westley, and has been lying to Buttercup.

Westley manages to outsmart Buttercup’s fiance with the help of some friends. Westley and Buttercup literally ride off into the sunset and, according to the grandfather, the kiss is more passionate and pure than every other kiss ever. By the end of the story the kid is heavily invested in their relationship and wants to hear the kissing part, going so far as to become agitated when his grandfather tries to skip it.

Now reread that, but replace Westley with “Sherlock” and Buttercup with “John.” And substitute “John Watson is definitely in danger” for “true love” as the trigger that brings Sherlock back to life — which, of course, according to TJLCers isn’t much of a substitution at all.

Meanwhile the audience, who would have not willingly watched a romance they perceive to be gross, is taken in by the adventure story facade and gradually comes to root for Johnlock. By the end, they care more that John and Sherlock end up happy together than they care about any particular adventure in the story. Softly, softly, isn’t it?

Also fun: the entire cabbie confrontation in ASiP is an homage to The Princess Bride. Westley engages in a battle of wits with a man over which of two glasses of wine are poisoned: the man has to pick which of the two he’ll drink, and then they’ll both drink their glasses to prove who is smarter. He does this by working through whether it’s a double bluff, a triple bluff, etc.

itreallyisthelittlethings:

Want an awesome Star Trek Backpack or Messenger bag? Want it for free? Then this is the post for you!

With school starting up all too soon (sorry for the reminder) I figured it was a good time for my etsy shop To Boldly Hold to have another giveaway,

There will be TWO prizes: ONE custom backpack and ONE messenger bag with the fabric of your choice!

There will be TWO winners selected. The first winner has their pick between backpack and messenger bag; the second winner receives what the first does not select.

To enter you are allowed ONE REBLOG and ONE LIKE per day. Each note gets you one entry and I’ll use a random number generator to pick the winner. (I’m not responsible for any tumblr fuckary i.e. lost reblog’s or likes.)

You do not have to follow me to enter- however, if you like Star Trek enough to use one of these bags, I’d say you have a good chance of liking my blog.

The giveaway will close on Friday August 15th at 9PM PST. The winner will be tagged in a post and I’ll also send an ask, so be sure yours is open. The winners will have 24 hours to respond to the message. If I don’t receive a response within 24 hours, I will select another recipient.

Good luck!

mrsashdown:

Here’s a little something I prepared earlier. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did myself drawing it.

welovethebeekeeper:

cartopathy:

onthelosingside:

onthelosingside:

how do you tell someone ‘i think about you when i masturbate’ without coming across as a creep

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Tho, tbh, Sherl prolly already knows. If not from the see through door between the only bathroom and Sherl’s bedroom, the “approximate volume discharge” “stop…talking…now *wink*” discourse really shoulda driven the point home for the world’s only consulting detective.

Although he didn’t know about the earth going round the sun, so. 

Maybe THAT is a metaphor, for this very issue.