every breath you take
i’ll be watching you
Did you hear sound of the shower curtain when Sherlock was trying to guess John’s middle name while John was in the shower? I did and my question is:
- Did John shower with his curtain open and closed it
- did John open the curtain after he heard Sherlock talking to him through the door?
Because both are very interesting options for many different reasons…
Ah, Jeeves and Wooster, one of my faves!
More and more I’m allowed the benefit of corrupting the minds of creative writing students out there in the world, which is awesome for me, and probably disturbing for them. Regardless…
Yes! Yes to all of this!
I especially agree with:
YOU’RE NOT THAT GOOD
Sorry! Nope. Not that good.
This will frustrate the vibrating fuck out of you because you want so badly to be good. […] You’re looking at published work. Or the work of your peers. And you want to be instantly that awesome. It’s frustrating to be not-that-good because you feel like, this is what you want to do, and you need to justify that desire now by putting out top-shelf, high-octane writing.
All writers sucked at one point — usually the beginning. And that “wow, this sucks” period doesn’t go away overnight. It takes a really fucking long time to work through it, and your skill will improve in teeny, tiny increments that you may not even see because you’re standing in the middle of it, not looking in from the outside.
Keep going. Keep writing. Every single thing you write teaches you something. Everything is a learning experience.
I can’t believe the guy who is not ‘I can’t believe it’s not Syaoran!’ is not ‘I can’t believe it’s not Syaoran!’, and I can’t believe that both ‘I can’t believe it’s not Syaoran!’ and the guy who I can’t believe is not ‘I can’t believe it’s not Syaoran!’ are both, in fact, not Syaoran. And I believe they both might be Syaoran… in a cunning disguise… And, in fact, there are a lot more Syaorans running around than we all thought there were…
Sometimes I forget how old Buffy is and then I see a laptop.
Admittedly, this episode aired close to twenty years ago (which doesn’t make me feel old at all, shut up), but even at the time, everyone watching it was going, “Where the hell did he dig that old relic up?” because Season 1 aired in 1996 and that computer was already about ten years old. (My best guess, based on some quick research, is that it was made around 1987 at the latest.) Laptops had already had full-sized screens for a while in the mid-nineties, kids, this was just a baffling piece of prop selection.
I wonder if he’s supposed to be using not his own laptop but a laptop that belongs to the school. When I was in middle and high school, we had loaner laptops that were about ten or fifteen years old.
Apparently, a new wave of people are indignant about the “Mary Hate” and misogyny again.
See this. Mary did this.
(Not Amanda Abbington…ok? I’m not an idiot)
But… Mary did this.
I believe Sherlock has a plan in mind, a goal, a reason to claim “surgery” and to spin a tale about a phone call that may never have occurred… (keep your friends close and your enemies closer).
John is, as he says, doing things Sherlock’s way.
Don’t tell me it was her only option.
Don’t make excuses for the poor, pregnant woman (*that’s* misogynistic).
Look at this picture again and tell me how nice she is, how sweet, how kind, how perfect for John. Tell me about your OT3.
I love this man. I am Mummy Holmes. Except… I do know who shot my boy. I have every right to be monstrous.
Where have you been all my life
A++++++++++ to this post
This is perfect. Count me amongst the monstrous. Nobody hurts my boy and gets away with it.
let’s not forget mary was willing to shoot sherlock again if given a chance (“how good a shot are you?” “how badly do you want to find out?”). there’s literally no excuse for her actions. accept it.
#holy shit yes
"Delivery for 221a"
Watercolour version of my first contribution to April’s “Let’s Draw Sherlock: Alternate Professions”: John’s a bored UPS employee stuck in his dull job, while Sherlock is a bicycle messenger who roams London’s roads and has a habit of riding dangerously.
If anybody felt inspired to write a fic of that, I’d be chuffed :).
Wow, you guys are amazing. It doesn’t rain but it pours, it seems :D. Three fics were written in record time by:
- mysterious-thingy: The Reichenbach Bike
- sandshoes-granddad-and-chinny: Delivery to 221B
- nightshadedtears: Delivery for 221a
Thank you so much!