Vincent van Gogh - A Pair of Shoes (1886-8)
The first piece of the series was “painted from a pair of boots Van Gogh purchased at a flea market. He wore the boots on an extended rainy walk to create the effect he wanted, which may have been a tribute to the working man. The Van Gogh Museum speculates that they may also be symbolic for Van Gogh of his difficult passage through life.
Of his walking through mud to make the shoes look more worn and dirty, Van Gogh was known to say ‘Dirty shoes and roses can both be good in the same way.’”
His shoes are a secret favourite of mine. I love inanimate objects that reflect a life.
I can’t express enough my love for this.
OMG i couldn’t figure out why Eugene was hiding and then it hit me.
at first i thought he was hogging a chicken leg all to himself and i thought
"me too eugene, me too"
but then i realized it was only olaf’s nose
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Hands down my favorite scene. Possibly of the entire series. John’s face. Sherlock’s face. Done.
Setting sex or the lack thereof aside for a moment, no one will ever convince me that this moment isn’t two people falling completely in love with one another. They both look so amazed, like they can’t quite believe what they’re seeing. Is this person real? How, after a whole lifetime of people who are not Sherlock and not John, can they suddenly exist?
And the way each one of them responds is just perfect. John laughs, genuinely, the tension completely gone from around his eyes and forehead for the first time since he came back to London.
Sherlock laughs too but then he bites his lip, hesitates for a moment, because this is something new, because friends aren’t his area and he hasn’t asked someone to spend time with him for the simple sake of spending time together, no ulterior motive, no strategy, just wanting to be together, in the most straightforward, literal, sense of the phrase, since probably before adolescence.
And while their smiles and expressions quieten, they keep the same openness, so that when each turns to glance at the other, observing, making sure he’s still there, marveling, maybe, they don’t look away or get embarrassed the way you do when someone catches you staring. Because for some reason these two men with trust issues, who always, always protect themselves, have decided to put their faith in one another. Instead they lock eyes for a moment of agreement and understanding before looking forward and going along their way, completely assured of, and by, the other’s continued presence.
I fully believe that Sherlock and John are soul mates. Whether their relationship is platonic, romantic, or sexual is irrelevant. They’re two people who complete each other, and are just meant to be together.
This summarises all my feelings about Holmes and Watson far better than I could phrase it.
People who hate Harry Potter missed the a giant part of the story. Despite being abused by his aunt, uncle and cousin his whole life Harry was kind, compassionate, loyal, protective and honest. He defended those who needed it and stood up to those who deserved it. He didn’t become bitter or hateful. And he spent his life trying to protect others. You can’t hate him because people chose to stand by him even if it meant they’d die. He didn’t want that, he wanted everyone to live even if it meant he couldn’t anymore.
It’s because he suffered PTSD in book 5 and was mistaken for a whinny angsty teen.
This will always be my biggest issue with people who hate CAPSLOCK Harry and Harry Potter as a character in general.
He wasn’t even a teenager the first time Voldemort tried to kill him at Hogwarts. He was eleven years old and had arrived in a magical world where everyone knew more about him and magic than he did. All he knew was that he was unwanted by his aunt and uncle and any signs he showed of being different were punishable. He had more in common with a house elf than his fellow students.
He arrives at Hogwarts overwhelmed with wonder and confusion and quickly discovers he has no real support network in any adults in either universe, Dumbledore is cryptic and distant and while his friends have good intentions they are only children like him.
Once an unloved orphan, always an unloved orphan, or so it seems.
It is only later in the books when the Weasleys and Sirius and Remus show him that he is loved (and not just for being James’s son, having Lily’s eyes or “the boy who lived”) does Harry start to understand what it feels like to be wanted, to be loved, to have someone care not only if you live or die but whether you have enough food and have done your homework. Those are big freaking deals to kids.
Harry finds happiness only to have it constantly put at risk. Every year his life is threatened and every year those who have grown close to him are put at risk. He sees this from Prisoner of Azkaban on wards. Sirius is at risk of going back to Prison, Remus is at risk of being reviled by the wizarding community, Hagrid and Dumbledore risk losing their jobs. It is not just their lives but their livelihoods and Harry sees all this and he accepts that, tries his best to face whatever challenges he can on his own to minimize the causalities and accepts that at the end of the year he has to go back to the Dursely’s and suffer another summer with miserable muggles who hate every fiber of his being.
Teenagers are emotional, irrational creatures. They can be impulsive and selfish. As unjustified as their words and actions can seem at times they have their own logic driving that, motives we can’t always understand or sympathise with. You can’t tell me that you think Harry Potter is just a typical whiny teenager when by the end of Phoenix he has seen Sirius die (which could have potentially been prevented had Harry listened to Hermione), been tortured emotionally and physically by Umbridge and Snape and is riddled with leftover guilt and trauma from Cedric’s death in Goblet of Fire. Not to mention he spends his nights tossing and turning haunted by nightmares of Voldemort and the death of Arthur Weasley, the closest thing he has to a father figure.
Despite all these things Harry does his best to remain incredibly optimistic. He wants to see everyone pull through. He wants good to triumph evil because surely in a world where magic is possible the flames of hope can’t be completely extinguished. It isn’t a hero complex that Harry develops it’s a survival plan.
If Harry wants to shout at his closest friends in a seemingly unjustified rage and smash up Dumbledore’s office (which was totally valid) then you freaking let him. This kid has been cursed, scarred, cut, kicked and emotionally abused. The wizarding world is damn lucky he didn’t take the Elder wand and become something even more powerful and twisted than Voldemort. Give the kid a break. He gave anything that showed the smallest sign of kindness towards him a chance.
Harry Potter is the boy who loved, not just the boy who lived.