I would play my world's tiniest violin for them, but I dropped it in the pool full of white male tears I'm swimming in.

Christmas tree. Brown pants, tacky headband with stars on it, and a green shirt covered in the Christmas-related craft supplies Michaels already had out. My mom loved that costume so much she stole the shirt from me and wears it on Halloween.

Variation on this: piece of paper reading "INVISIBLE COSTUME" in large letters.

The original story is "A Scandal in Bohemia." "The Woman" is what Holmes calls Irene Adler because she was one of the few who bested him and therefore deserved his respect.

If this were true, all of us with chronic physical and/or mental illness would have holiness coming out of our asses by now. Since I've never seen any evidence that my shit is divine, I'm calling bullshit on this logic.

Oooh, come sit by me. *pats chair*

This is a totally fair point. ACD Holmes is much more charming than Moftiss Holmes, so it would be more in character for him to be romancing Janine. However, I think the whole scene in 221b was Sherlock being deliberately over-the-top, as the quick change in his demeanor when Janine leaves shows.

Not fan fiction-y! Arthur Conan Doyle canon, actually! It's from the original "Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton" where Holmes gets engaged to CAM's maid so he can break into Appledore, only, y'know, updated.

I have a Theory. I mean, Janine was in the wedding party because she's Mary's "best friend." SPOILER ALERT: Mary had a pressing need to access Magnussen's secrets, so it makes sense she'd befriend Janine to do so. Therefore, Sherlock running into Janine at the wedding wasn't coincidence, because Mary was using Janine…

This gif leaves out the hair muss, which is vital to the sexy here.

There's fanfic for that. (Virgin!Sherlock is my bulletproof kink, guh.)

There's a fic called "Seven Times a Night in Baker Street" where Sherlock has zero interest in Janine getting him off, but is more than willing to experiment with what gets Janine off. It seems a legit compromise to me (even if I would classify it as sex).

Depends. If he was doing it for funsies, he'd never fucking shut up (unless his mouth was occupied), but for a case? He wouldn't say anything until after he'd gotten whatever he needed, then he would give a devastating critique.

That's "A Scandal in Belgravia." Irene struts around being all naked and sexy and Sherlock mostly ignores it. You get the sense she gave him a tingle in his brain-places, not his pants-places.

That's all play-acting for a case. It's from the original "Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton" where Holmes gets engaged to CAM's maid so he can break into Appledore.

It happens to us all. FYI, he made a short film called Little Favour that's available on iTunes. Watch it. You will not regret it.

Eh, that's not really downtown though.

The MTA runs a special themed Halloween train up to Salem on the big day. You might want to catch it.

When we lived there, I was always glad we lived on the Peabody side of the North River. While the drunken hordes took over Essex Street, my sisters and I could trick-or-treat in peace.

My favorite part about art (especially in this case), is the "death of the author." Sure the artist(s) had visions of what ver art was trying to say. But the second said art is released into the world, those visions are just another opinion of what the art means.