RIGHT THAT’S IT I’M GOING TO BED
TIMECAKE I LOVE YOU. GOD YOUR ART. YOUR ARRTTTT. UUUUUUU. THIS. THE COLORS, THE COMPOSITION, THE FRAMING ALSKVLKSDJVLKSJD. Also kissing is still so hard to draw it’s nice to see it done well. ;w;
The term Vaseline was first coined in 1870. By 1873, it was being used by couples under the false belief that it destroyed spermatozoa and hence would prevent pregnancy. It is reasonable to assume, then, that homosexual men of the time would have also used this product as a form of lubrication.
— from Decoding the Subtext
SH SUBTEXTS DAY #11
Vampire Sherlock & Werewolf John（Demon Hunter）
John:”Hey, man, (gun against his head) how come you never told me that you have a brother with cross and silver bullet when we become partner?”
Sherlock:”(off his glasses, sneering)Did he offer you holy water? Pity we could have split it and spill on those idiots of Scotland Yard. Think it through next time.”
Look at us both
in love with Sherlock.
When I first watched Sherlock’s second series premiere, I was so caught up in the pretty and the dialogue that I could only gush at how good it was, despite some minor issues.
Those minor issues have festered and now are infuriating.
Much of my objections revolve around the elevation of Sherlock to almost godly levels. I’m not going to make accusations of sexism or Marty Stuism but I do wonder at Moffat’s reasoning for the absolute slaughter of Irene Adler’s character.
Surprisingly, I do not actually have an issue with the “de-gaying” of Adler—as I’ve seen it described—for Sherlock in itself. Sexuality is fluid, after all, and who am I to say somebody can’t love somebody of a certain sex? But, I very much doubt this was a rare attempt at showing bisexuality on television or about sexuality at all so much as about Sherlock: “Look how irresistible he is! Straight men are in love with him! Gay women are besotted with him!” If anything, her being gay just added to Sherlock’s mythos. It wasn’t enough to have her be interested in him; she had to be a lesbian too.
What really got to me, though, was the change in Adler herself and the ending. Doyle’s Adler proved herself smarter than Sherlock and high-minded enough to not exploit the King’s picture for personal gain nor take revenge on him or Sherlock.
Moffat’s Adler, on the other hand, does very much intend to use what she has gotten by misbehaving for huge personal gain in addition to helping terrorists and known murderer Moriarty. Not only is her character ruined but she is defeated by Sherlock, forced to beg, and then in the final insult, must be saved by the magnanimous Sherlock. Which results in him not only being the secret hero again, but with the added bonus of fooling Mycroft, apparently the only one who can do so. Another case of placing Sherlock above those who were, in the book, smarter than him.
I very much do understand that the new series isn’t meant to be an adaptation but loosely based on the originals, perhaps with tongue-in-cheek references, but mostly completely updated. But this was something core to Sherlock Holmes, a rival he could not beat and did not need to. Moriarty may have been his nemesis but Irene Adler was his unequivocal superior. For her relatively brief appearance, she remains one of the most interesting literary heroines and it is sad that a man in the 19th century wrote a stronger female than one in 2011.
Sherlock and Spock. I’ve been a friend of the one since my teens — maybe earlier — and an off-canon chronicler of the other for twenty or thirty years. As such, the confluence of the two universes was hardly news to me: Star Trek (and Star Trek writers) have had the hots for Holmes for a long time, and dialogue references and outright cameos are commonplace. …There’s no denying that 1701/1701A and 221B are thematic and spiritual neighbors. The Trek universe has been nodding amicably toward Arthur Conan Doyle’s creation for many years.
But this was the first time the other universe, in mass media at least, had ever nodded back…
I’m going meta fandom for MadLori and most of you who read “Performance in a Leading Role” will know exactly what this is… Hope you like it ;)
WHAT I CAN’T.
One day I went too far and John and Sherlock went burlesque.
This is what happens when I listen too much Moulin Rouge sountrack.
I’m watching it for the plot. Bwahahaha.
This letter may come as a shock to you, but in all honesty, I hope it never comes. I have let Mycroft know to only offer it to you should the situation arise where he felt that you could use me as a conductor of light for once. I may not shine as brightly as you, John, but I hope this comes to some use for you.
It is a cloudy Sunday afternoon and the incident at the pool with Moriarty was just four short days ago. Things have been adjusting around the flat. Things change when a friend offers his or her life for another. No one has ever thrown their life out on the line for me in such a manner and I am still trying to figure out how to react. But I wanted you to know such a thing was an eye-opening experience for me.
I do not know why this letter has been handed to you, but these words I offer you are for you alone, John. Only you John. Only ever you and no one else. You may scoff at the end of it and ask yourself, was he always hiding such sentiment behind his heart, but I can only reply that you were the one to have given me such a heart in the first place and in essence, the ability to pen such a letter.
You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You may be the picturesque description of what is defined as ordinary but you draw the line between extraordinary and the norm, and you soar above it. I have never said this to another human being, John. I have never allotted such words of fascination and admiration and truth for another so please do not short change it. I do not know what has taken me away from this world, though I hope it was in efforts to save your life at the very least, but I want you to know that you have made my life worth living. If there is anything you have done with your time in the world, though I think you have done much, you have had the ability to turn a freak into a person and make them feel like they were good enough to exist in a world where he never felt like he belonged. I do not know when this exactly happened but it is something that has dawned upon me over the course of the weeks and months we have shared together.
I do not know when, or if, this letter will ever be handed to you, John, but if it were in the future, I want to tell you what I see for you. I am not a man who holds much regards to emotions or hopes or aspirations for what one’s life may have if they dream or pray, but I do think you have wonderful things set ahead of you. I may be selfish in my mind to wish to keep you at my side until we retire of old age. To keep you to such an old age where I do experiments that you tidy up after when I’m too old to bend over and you rub your hands from arthritis while you pen the rest of our tales. I should not be selfish in my wishes to keep you at my side forever and take care of you, but I am. But should that not be the case, and I expect it shan’t, I see you in a wonderful life, John. If I am to have one wish given to me - one fortune cookie come to light - it would be for you to live a happy life. It’s not that I want it for you, but instead, you are a man who simply deserves it. You can define it as you like - beautiful wife with children, practicing doctor to an esteemed clinic under your name, author of all our tales - whatever you like, John. Whatever makes you happy.
It will be beautiful, John, if you let it. I can appreciate beauty in nature, and I can appreciate it even more in your life.
If there is a heaven or afterlife, I hope that after my downfall, I am allowed to spend the rest of my days watching your life from up above. It would be my greatest honor and privilege to see you flourish in life with all that you are due, all that you create, and all that you live.
I do not know why this letter was given to you John, but I want you to know how much you were cherished by me. Even at my grave, as I tend to have all the words in the conversation, I can extend that line out to say that you are still cherished by me. There is little room in the world for men like me and even less for them to have friends yet here you are, at my side, day in and day out. They may not always be the prettiest of days, but they are ones that I look at in the darkest of times to remind myself that if there was anyone in the world that I would risk everything for - that I would do anything for, John, it would be you.
You are not just the conductor of light in my life, John; you are the love of my life. Love to me has always been something composed of chemicals and a feeling that dwindles down over the first few months of a relationship and, if the consistency stays the same, it will manage through a marriage. However, I see a different spectrum of love that I have for you. It is one that dives past the labels of flatmate or friendship that we have titled our relationship as. It may not be one that I wholeheartedly understand, but it is something that is clear and concise and existent in this heart that you have crafted for me. There may be reasons as to why my mind and body were designed the way they were. Many people consider them flawless, but I know of the flaws that exist in them. In that same manner, I think, despite the sentimental value behind it, that there is a reason that I feel such a love for you.
This love may not offer you kisses or the romance that you seek out through your strings of dates, but it is the kind that is pieced together by a careful friendship based on trust, devotion, care, concern, and eternal gratefulness. I am grateful for you John, and for everything you have ever done for me. I trust you; am devoted to you, and I care about you more than I have ever cared for another soul. If this is not the epitome of what love is defined as, I will just title it Sherlock and John and let the rest of the world be envious of what we have and what they do not.
I do not know why this letter was handed to you nor do I know why I have left the face of the Earth, but I want you to know that whatever is going on in your world where I no longer exist, that there is someone out there watching you from afar and only wishing you nothing but the best. I will not fill this letter with words such as it gets better or all struggles end, as I do not know the facts of the situation and I do not cross lines into things that are not evident, but I will tell you that you are loved, John. That much is truth. That much is evident. And to someone, to some freak you met by chance, you have changed his life and made it the greatest life he’s sure anyone has ever had. There is not one thing I can point out that made it so worthwhile, but a compilation of it all.
You have given me the perfect life.
You have changed me, John. You have allowed me to have a great life and to have things that I have found nonexistent before. You have given me a heart and let me see yours and the greatest thing of it all is that you have shared a portion of your life with me and it is the most wonderful thing I have ever had the chance to experience. There are no cases or murders or suicides that could ever compare to the moments that I have been allowed to have in your life, John.
I do not know why you were given this letter, John Watson, and again, I hope you never have to read its contents. I hope we both live a long and great set of lives where, whatever the case, you live the happiest life of them all - but if this ever comes in your hands, if these words ever come to life, I hope you remember the most prominent fact of it all:
To me, John, you are the greatest person I have ever met, and you are cherished, cared for, and loved with the entirety of my heart.
Thank you for what you have shared with me, John, and I only hope that you have great things for the remainder of your life. I will never leave you, not really, and I will be by your side in even the darkest of times. My life may be dedicated to solving crimes and figuring out mysteries but my heart is dedicated to you and I thank you for that.
Very sincerely yours,
[ a letter hand delivered to John by Mycroft per Sherlock’s request ]