I Have The Strong Mental Image Of Them Doing A Spy Mission Into The Depths Of The Agency To Try To Figure

me when the plot won't plot like it should

group of adventurers breaking into your standard booby-trapped ancient forbidden temple/labyrinth/tomb/whatsit--accompanied by a UNESCO World Heritage archeologist whose only professional concern is site preservation

Sherlock Holmes and Watson are walking around London when a cat jumps on Watson and pees on him

"Oh bloody hell" says an upset Watson, "my shirt is ruined"

"Well, you got to take it up with the owner", says Sherlock calmly.

"I've no clue who the owner is!" shouts Watson, still angry.

"Well, my dear Watson", says Sherlock, "You are pissed on and pissed off at the same time, it's Schrödinger's cat"

Notice how it's okay to be a

" proud autistic parent "

aka the parent of an autistic person

but

It's not okay to be a proud autistic person..

I'm seeing a bunch of proud autistic parent merch everywhere but not one single

" I'm proud to be autistic "

Or

" Proud autistic "

Anything....

I feel this kinda falls into the it's okay with neurotypical people to profit off disabled people + be proud of " dealing " with disabled people but as soon as a disabled person has pride in themselves then that's not okay.

I am sure this does not apply to me. I'm just saving this for ahh ..... reasons

Why did my nose just grow

Do autistic kids "grow out" of their autism? Why does it sometimes seem like there are so few autistic adults?

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The mighty alien race comes to the human leaders, pledging their unconditional surrender, and even offering peace gifts of immense monetary and technological value. The only problem is that we had no idea we were at war, or that aliens even existed.

You are an “eldritch abomination” who is actually just an octopus in an aquarium with a superiority complex.

Ok, but what if Sherlock's brother was named John Watson Holmes (probably a younger brother) and when he started playing Minecraft his username was Mycraft but when he found out much it annoyed his brother Sherlock he leaned in to it and now his hacker persona is Mycroft (hacking could be a modern job that would give him a place in the government, the ability to find clues that Sherlock can't find easily, and the attitude of "can't be bothered to step away from his desk to follow up on something)

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

Two people meet at a bar. One thinks they’re being hit on. The other is a spy and thinks they’re meeting with a contact. Misunderstandings ensue.