Did you like the little touch with the underwear?


June 19, 2013 :: 9:24 PM

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mmmm… andrew scott (sherlock bbc - s01x03 - the great game)

“I can open any door, anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. They’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy. I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey… you should see me in a crown…” (Jim Moriarty - The Reichenbach Fall)

God, I LOVE that line.

(It’s so hard to hate Moriarty when Andrew Scott is so fucking adorable.)

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It’s been a week since my interview with the industry company and nothing. I’m assuming at this point that I probably didn’t get it. *sigh*

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For the archives:

Duke of Stud: I fucking adore you.

Me: Because I’m in a pissy mood?

Duke of Stud: No… because you have so much vigor… such passion… it amuses and inspires me simultaneously. (I originally read that as AROUSES and inspires. *sigh* No more homoerotic fan fic for me today! Although, considering the source, it’s not too far fetched. *ahem*)

Me: Most people would tell me to piss off or up my meds.

Duke of Stud: Not me… I understand you. I’m the same way about certain topics. It’s actually interesting to see it in another person. I’m learning more about myself in the process.

Me: You’re the Watson to my Holmes.

For what it’s worth… after all the shit we’ve put each other through, for the past 20+ years, I’m so glad that we’re both determined to figure out a way to make this work. The better he gets, the more I see what I lost in that apartment in Windsor Locks all those years ago. I may have talked him out of the suicide attempt that night, but the boy I knew, the boy I loved, died that night.

I guess, when I put it that way, he’s kind of the Holmes to my Watson.

Either way, we’re two halves of the same whole.

My dad knew it.

I knew it.

The Duke knew it.

It’s taken us forever to get back to that point, but it’s been worth it. The hole he left behind all those years ago isn’t easily patched, but we’re working on it.

It’s going as well as I think it could be, although I’m still prone to keep my walls up and not let myself get pulled back into Teh Crazy.

We’ll never have the conversation we need to have, but we’re having the ones that matter.

I can’t ask for anything more.