ETA: Sorry, I am an idiot and forgot to change my default DW settings. It's public now.
Here is a bit of fluff that I wrote a while back and never felt like posting. I thought that possibly some of my flist could use it now. Disclaimer--written quickly, not beta~ed, probably slapdash and filled with British inaccuracies.Fandom:
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: Remembrances of Things PastPairing
: G; see summary for detailsWord Count
: Written for a prompt at the kinkmeme: "John's the one missing for three years to take down Moriarty...everyone still thinks he's dead. The 5 times someone thought they saw JW in 221B after his death, and the one time he was actually back." This drifts slightly from the prompt, but that's the basic story.Notes
: Many thanks to thirdbird
for beta-reading and, as always, providing lots of encouragement. Any remaining mistakes or problems are strictly my own fault. Feedback always welcomed!
Link to story on Dreamwidth:Remembrances of Things Past
If you can't stand kids or kid-fic, you probably should skip the rest of this post.
If you've been poking around the Sherlock
fandom for very long, you've probably seen some of sadynax
's art and, if you're inclined that way, you've probably squeed a lot.
I think her latest one may be the most teeth-achingly sweet one yet. It's Sherlock and John's family
, and it was inspired by a set of macros, and in turn it has inspired fic, Five Little Reasons
. I love the interactive nature of fandom, when creativity of one sort spurs creativity of another sort.This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/247969.html, where there are comments.
Also, this vid
. Which is a Sherlock
vid set to "Baker Street", and it's sweet and sad and sweet again and FLAILING LOVE, because OMG, that song
. I can't even describe how many memories that song brings back. And I never even knew it was called "Baker Street". (Also, was it a theme song for some TV show or other, or am I hallucinating again?)This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/247470.html, where there are comments.
Is there an equivalent to the Bechdel Test for sidekicks? If there's not one, there needs to be. You know, for a fic (crossover or otherwise) to pass, it has to have at least two sidekicks, who talk to each other, about something besides their heroes.
It could be called the Zocalo Test.
This post brought to you by my Walks Into a Bar fic, which--if I haven't already missed the deadline, because I'm scared to check, and if I ever get it written at all--will fail the test miserably.This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/247100.html, where there are comments.
In The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton
(SPOILERS for a story that was written yonks ago, plz skip this entry if you're bothered), Milverton is a nasty piece of work who makes a career of blackmailing. Holmes decides to burgle Milverton's residence to retrieve his client's compromising letters, and Watson goes along despite Holmes' objections. (Aside: I think, from the way that the stories are written, that Watson intends us to love and admire Holmes just as much as he does. I must admit that somehow I find myself admiring Watson
immensely instead. Also, Watson nonchalantly volunteers to make them matching masks out of black silk. Wait, what? My dear fellow, whatever can you have been up to that would have required mask-making as a skill? And where are you getting the black silk from? *is distracted*)
Ahem. Holmes and Watson, running from the commotion at Milverton's, are pursued. Watson is nearly caught going over a wall, but he shakes off his pursuer and they get away. The next morning they are visited by Lestrade, who comes in "very solemn and impressive", to describe a dramatic and remarkable murder and ask if Holmes is too busy to come and help them out with it. He tells them that there were two criminals, and goes on to describe them."We have their footmarks, we have their description, it's ten to one that we trace them. The first fellow was a bit too active, but the second one was caught by the under-gardener, and only got away after a struggle. He was a middle-sized, strongly-built man--square jaw, thick neck, moustache, a mask over his eyes."
"That's rather vague," said Sherlock Holmes. "Why, it might be a description of Watson!"
"It's true," said the inspector, with amusement. "It might be a description of Watson."
YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS, LESTRADE KNOWS
. He might play dumb for his own reasons, but he knows.
Just as BBC!Lestrade knows.This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/245558.html, where there are comments.
To: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Surely a man so blessed in abundant appellations as yourself, possessing not one, or two, but three
names to inscribe upon your fanciful tales, could exert himself in distinguishing his characters in similar fashion.
NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO BE NAMED JOHN, ARTIE.
I also draw your attention respectfully to the females who populate your stories, all of whom seem to be christened "Mary" or "Violet".
I shall take the liberty of dropping a baby name dictionary into the TARDIS forthwith. Please do avail yourself of its resources.
TerryThis entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/244662.html, where there are comments.
"I endeavoured to cheer and amuse [Miss Morstan] by reminiscences of my adventures in Afghanistan; but, to tell the truth, I was myself so excited at our situation and so curious as to our destination that my stories were slightly involved. To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote as to how a musket looked into my tent at the dead of night, and how I fired a double-barrelled tiger cub at it."
--The Sign of Four
, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Oh, Watson, ILU. With your complete inability to take yourself seriously either as a suave ladies' man or a gifted storyteller. <3
Mary must have been charmed by his adorkableness*, though, as she certainly fell in love with him without much in the way of courtship or encouragement or, as far as I can tell, ever actually learning his first name. Their sudden and immediate engagement does sort of shout "O HAI I HAZ A
GIRLFRIEND." I especially like the way Mary is described vaguely as sweet and rather spiritual-looking, while entire paragraphs are devoted to Holmes' dark hair, piercing eyes, long, pale hands, etc. etc.
Meanwhile, Holmes refuses to congratulate Watson on his engagement and says there's nothing left for him but the cocaine.
...I had a point, but I have lost sight of whatever it was among the rampant Victorian bromance.
*Possibly involving fuzzy jumpers; we are never specifically informed.This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/244230.html, where there are comments.
MAH CANON, LET ME SHOW YOU IT!
"It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look in upon us of an evening, and his visits were welcome to Sherlock Holmes, for they enabled him to keep in touch with all that was going on at the police headquarters. In return for the news which Lestrade would bring, Holmes was always ready to listen with attention to the details of any case upon which the detective was engaged, and was able occasionally, without any active interference, to give some hint or suggestion drawn from his own vast knowledge and experience."
--The Adventure of the Six Napoleons, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Okay, so those of you who've read these more recently than twenty years ago doubtless knew this, but all I could remember about Lestrade was that he was an Inspector at Scotland Yard who worked with Holmes, and that Holmes didn't have a very high opinion of any of the police. Apparently that changed over the years.
Lestrade hangs out at Baker Street after work, partly to pick up crime-solving tips, partly to keep an eye on Sherlock
but mostly to hit on John
, and you cannot convince me otherwise.This entry originally posted to http://travels-in-time.dreamwidth.org/243905.html, where there are comments.