sophistory:

“But Sherlock Holmes never hates it when he’s right!”

• Without a word Holmes hurried to a carriage, and during the long seven miles’ drive he never opened his mouth. Seldom have I seen him so utterly despondent. He had been uneasy during all our journey from town, and I had observed that he had turned over the morning papers with anxious attention, but now this sudden realization of his worst fears left him in a blank melancholy. He leaned back in his seat, lost in gloomy speculation.

  — The Adventure of the Dancing Men, Holmes upon being proven right about the case by way of the death of his client.

“But Watson would never flinch at a grisly scene!”

• “That’s better!” said he. “And now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly attend to my thumb, or rather to the place where my thumb used to be.”
  
  He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand. It gave even my hardened nerves a shudder to look at it. There were four protruding fingers and a horrid red, spongy surface where the thumb should have been. It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots.
  
  “Good heavens!” I cried, “this is a terrible injury. It must have bled considerably.”

  — The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb

• The key being turned, however, the hole was not entirely closed. Sherlock Holmes bent down to it and instantly rose again with a sharp intaking of the breath.
  
  “There is something devilish in this, Watson,” said he, more moved than I had ever before seen him. “What do you make of it?”
  
  I stooped to the hole and recoiled in horror. Moonlight was streaming into the room, and it was bright with a vague and shifty radiance. Looking straight at me and suspended, as it were, in the air, for all beneath was in shadow, there hung a face — the very face of our companion Thaddeus. There was the same high, shining head, the same circular bristle of red hair, the same bloodless countenance.

  — The Sign of Four

“But Johnny Lee Miller’s English accent is so fake!”

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“But LONDON - !!”

• Cases in ACD canon that take place in London: 31
• Cases in ACD canon that take place outside London: 29

ok? ok.

(via achuvaquecai)

prompt: merlin, morgana, she’s got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes / and she’s got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise / she’s got an old death kit she’s been meaning to use

merlin, morgana pendragon, pg13
tw: descriptions of gore, murder

Morgana is a creature of grief and brutality and lipstick redder than blood. 

Every morning, she creates herself. You see, there is a perfect art to perfecting a femme fatale—two symmetrical flicks of eyeliner, blush cutting down the cheekbones, mascara the colour of the darkness just beyond the streetlamp’s range, a summer dress an inch shorter than perceived proper (she scoffs at proper, what is a proper in a world of gangs and heartbreakers dressed like James Dean?) and, of course, that famous lick of crimson adorning her lips. Hair curled casually, toes and fingers a matching pink, feet adorned in her favourite peep toes. 

She’s more rock’n’roll than Elvis and those clothes aren’t just clothes, that make-up isn’t hiding anything.

It’s her battle armour.