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Make Your Own Moriar Tea Labels!

So you might have seen some of my moriar tea teabag labels floating around tumblr…

I thought I’d share the template I made, so you can make your own!

First of all, the design itself is not mine at all, and belongs to sirwatson, who made the original t-shirt design found on redbubble. All credit belongs to her; I merely reshaped the design!

To make the labels, you need:

• A printer
• Paper
• Scissors
• String (sewing thread, kitchen twine, embroidery floss, whatever you have)
• Hot glue

Just paste the design above into Word, and resize to your liking—mine were a little under 1 in. (2.5 cm) in width. Copy and paste the image until you have as many labels as you need.

Print your labels and cut them out. Fold in half, along the gray line, so that the design appears on both sides. You will then fold the label over the end of your string.

Cut your string to desired length (mine was about 17 in., or 43 cm) Take your string (I used a heavier, carpet thread), fold in half, and knot the ends together.

Put a spot of glue inside your tea label, on one side. Place the knotted end of your string in the glue, then fold down the other side of the tea label. Hot glue will give you an instant, secure result, but other forms of glue should work as well.

Pull the end-loop of your doubled-up string through the hole in your teabag (or teabag cookie in my case.) Draw the label-end of the string through the end loop, and pull tight.

BAM! MORIAR TEA!

Many thanks to sirwatson for her design and permission to use it, and to my bestie Lisa (wanderingpoets) who hosted our Sherlock Party and took fabulous photos!

NOW GO GET YO MORIAR TEA ON. It’s what people BREW.

Look at his perfect backslash face in the first one. just.

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I feel like I’m never going to truly love a villain again after Sherlock’s Moriarty, who has all the qualities I love in a villain:

1. He’s fucking terrifying. I mean, look at him. He looks like a goddamn puppy. And then you look into his eyes, and you see the crazy. You see it. And he acts suave and calm and then occasionally cracks into absolute batshit insanity, and it’s scary. That instability, never knowing when the calm person you’re interacting with is going to lapse into a shouting lunatic.
2. He’s funny, but not ~zany. There’s nothing I hate more than a zany villain. He’s wild without being facepalm-ridiculous (like the Doctor Who character the Master felt for me). You laugh, but then you are immediately like “this guy would literally rip my skin off if I did anything he wasn’t fond of.” And even if he has ~zany lines to deliver, he never comes off as a cartoon. He never goes Penguin on us.
3. He’s smart. Dumb villains are pointless villains. The web he wove in Reichenbach was so intricate, and that just made him all the more terrifying.
4. HIS VOICE. Goes from friendly chat to eerie singsong to matter-of-fact to PSYCHOTIC SHOUTING at the drop of a hat. Just listen to the line, “I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you.” That is the most intricately delivered line I’ve ever heard in anything.
5. He’s a match for Sherlock. Moriarty is as craftily demented as Sherlock is cleverly observant, and he knows it, so watching them “duke it out” is really, really entertaining. It’s never as much fun when it’s super obvious who will win (but let’s face it, we do).
6. He’s played by a great actor. Andrew Scott kicks ass. I would watch him play anyone, ever, because he could pull off pretty much any role. His own personal touches that he added to Moriarty (like dancing around while stealing the crown jewels) were just flawless, so he really gets the character. And Andrew Scott himself seems (and looks) like a very sweet person! He used his very sweet-looking face to his advantage and it just made Moriarty all the more terrifying.

And those are just the basics. I could ramble for days about Andrew Scott’s Jim Moriarty.

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Mauriate

Jim Moriarty, consulting criminal

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