Johnlock!

I just had the most amazing Johnlock Omegle roleplay in which Sherlock had just gotten stabbed by one of Moriarty's hitmen post-Reinbach (specifically three years) and texted John anonymously for medical advice, but John deduced that it was Sherlock and rushed over to Lauriston Gardens, where Sherlock was sitting barely conscious in a pool of his own blood, and then they went into an ambulance sent by Mycroft to a private hospital for injured spies, and Sherlock got taken into the ER just after almost confessing his love for John, and meanwhile John was tearing himself apart inside (with Mycroft watching) because of conflicting emotions mostly because he was married to this girl named Rachel whom he only married in a futile and unsuccessful attempt to forget Sherlock and he wasn't sure how to tell Sherlock about her once Sherlock woke up, but when Sherlock woke up, he was well enough to notice that there was a ring around John's finger, and Sherlock was very sad because John had gotten married, but also because Sherlock's re-appearance not only meant that John was now in danger (because everyone in Moriarty's web had been taken down except for Sebastian Moran, Moriarty's lover), but it also meant that Sherlock would have shattered John's marriage, so Sherlock tells John to go home, but John refuses, and tells Sherlock that he can either stay by Sherlock's side in the hospital recovery room quietly, or he'll stay by Sherlock's side after calling Rachel and attempting to salvage the remains of their breaking relationship (breaking because John spends more time thinking about a 'dead' man than thinking about anyone else), and Sherlock is sad, but he tells John that it's really John's choice. 

John leaves the room to make a phone call, and Sherlock assumes that John is going to leave him for Rachel, but when John re-enters the recovery room, his gold ring is no longer on his finger. As it turns out, Rachel broke off the marriage, although John tells Sherlock that he would've broken it off, but she got to it first. Sherlock asks about the two of them, and John describes the desperation he experienced when Sherlock 'died,' and how he married Rachel only because it seemed like he could pretend that he was a different John Watson with her, a John Watson who never knew a Sherlock Holmes, but then things started to fall apart when they married and he was obligated to act for more than hours at a time. Things started to fall apart on their honeymoon, when in the throes of passion, John accidentally slipped the name of someone other than his new wife. Rachel eventually became convinced that John was increasingly mentally unstable, and also possibly cheating on her, leading them to have frequent arguments, etc. Sherlock laughed, upon hearing this story, a bark of a laugh that hurt his injured body. He admitted to John that the men he slept with over the three years didn't appreciate being called 'John' in bed either. Eventually they made a semi-confession of love, all without saying the words 'I love you,' making them relatively not OOC in the typical Sherlokian fashion. 

I am too excited. I'm pretty sure there are countless tense errors in this blog post, but I don't care! I only wish that I saved a log of the conversation to read again and again in my own time! (If I ever get more spare time. Serves me right, I suppose, for indulging in the Sherlock fandom.)

Vintage Fashion

Etsy, Pinterest, fashion blogs, and Google Image searches for vintage fashion are becoming my unhealthy obsessions (along with the BBC Series Sherlock and its amazing fandom... I can't wait until I finally get the time to actually watch more than three episodes of the series!). I'm particularly enjoying the late 1940's fashion following the burst of Dior, although snippets from most other decades are quite lovely too...

I need to stop procrastinating from my school work.

Fashion

In recent months and especially in the last two weeks, I've started to become very interested in clothes and fashion. I'm not positively sure why, but I think it has partly to do with the fact that I'm graduating next year and can no longer rely on throwing on my uniform every day, and partly to do with the fact that I am feeling very academically inspired by my English teacher, and she happens to be extraordinarily fashionable. My best friend also has a stunning sense of style, and I occasionally think to myself that it would be nice if I could be a stylish as her (you could analyze it and say something about wanting to be as an amazing person as her -- she has spectacular character traits -- and transferring those traits to her clothes).

The reason why I find my sudden interest (borderline obsession, considering the amount of time I've been spending on online clothing shops without actually buying anything, Pinterest, Etsy, fashion blogs, etc.) in fashion so startling is because of my strong adversity to it in previous years. I had formerly told myself that fashion should be functional (which I still think is true), and devoting so much time and energy into fashion seems to be rooted in some sort of unfortunate values of artificiality and consumerism.

It occurred more recently to me that fashion may in fact be yet another form of art.