a little lestrade never hurt no one…
I’m officially the UCONN GIRL! at my new job.
I suppose that’s not any worse than being known as “New Hampshire!”...
It’s two days in to the new job, so I can’t say anything about it. Right now, it’s a job. A job that pays well. A job with people I like.
That’s good enough for me.
I swear, I’m creating a new genre of Sherlock fan fiction… brOTP!Lock.
I started writing my own fanfic last night after reading about a gazillion fanfics that took something sweet and turned it into something disgustingly fluffy or something annoyingly smutty. Not everything needs to be romanticized or made truly dirty.
For example, I see stuff like this:
and I don’t necessarily see it in a sexual light. In fact, it reminds me of one of my little brothers and I curling up on the couch to watch movies together. He used to put his head in my lap, and I used to play with his hair. There was nothing sexual about it. There was nothing romantic about it. It was just two friends doing something that felt right to them. It happens.
So… I can imagine putting this into my fanfic and have it be completely normal.
It’s just a shame that some of the fandom needs to twist it into something else.
the sherlock fandom makes the best gifs
The whole idea behind this blog was that it was supposed to be a less personal, more family friendly, photoblog. It was supposed to serve as the yang to That Other Blog’s yin… and somewhere along the past six years, it’s kind of lost its way.
Now, it’s become a spot where I dump some of my favorite tumblr stuff and obsess over British TV shows. Oddly enough, I’m OK with that. Any blog I’ve ever written has always been a place that reflects where my head is at at any given point in time (and generally uncensored, which always made life interesting). I’m sure in a few years, I’ll look back at the archives and be all ‘what the fuck’, but for now, it’s a good time capsule of where my head was at during my latest ‘dark’ period.
I can’t / won’t talk about my former employer here… but I can tell you that towards the end, I had been working on my exit plan. They just beat me to it. The last few months were a bit not good…and it definitely showed by my obsession with fan fiction, with Doctor Who and Top Gear marathons, with watching the same
five Sherlock episodes over and over and over, and spending way too many hours on my Superwholockian tumblr account. WAY TOO MANY HOURS.
I’m starting to claw my way back out of it. Losing my job without a new one to jump to made life a lot worse and not having the people I thought I could count on there for support made it worse. Thankfully, other friends stepped up and kept me as sane as possible. Which is to say, not very sane. BUT. NJ, MKS and MM helped more than I’ll ever be able to thank them for. So if you’re reading this, you three, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Eventually, this blog will shift back to being more personal, more photobloggy (with my photos). I don’t have a time frame, but I know it will return to what it used to be as soon as I do.
Thanks for sticking around.
I spent the last few days deep in a Sherlock marathon. (Kind of easy when there’s only six episodes… at least they’re an hour and a half!)
It doesn’t matter how many times I watch The Reichenbach Falls episode, John’s speech at the end absolutely DESTROYS me. I mean, gross sobbing, feels all over the place, and just the heartbreak of knowing the pain John feels as he buries (probably) the one person in his life he truely loves. (brOTP, man, B.R.O.T.P)
Seriously, it doesn’t fucking matter how many times… the tears start when Sherlock says “Good bye, John” and then I turn into a disgusting mess when John utters his last lines:
You… you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Umm, there were times I didn’t even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so there. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. But, please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t be… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this.
I got in trouble on a Sherlock fan page when we had to say who we thought was the better actor: Cumberbatch or Freeman. I chose Freeman. Don’t get me wrong - I’ve been going through everything TiVo’s found with Cumberbatch in it, and he IS amazing. I will never say otherwise. BUT - in real life or as Watson, you can’t deny the fact that Freeman is one BAMF. Whether he’s staring down Mycroft in the pilot or sassing a reporter during a Hobbit interview, he never ceases to amaze me. Plus, he was ARTHUR FUCKING DENT! I’m sorry, but that trumps any role I’ve seen Cumberbatch in.
I suppose it’s time to say that if you don’t know who Arthur Dent is, we can’t be friends.
Anyhoo, to circle back, I don’t know how the Conspiracy Theory branch of the Sherlockians can spend so much time breaking that episode down frame by frame… We all know Sherlock comes back from the dead. (Oh, sorry, was that a spoiler? *grin*) The majority of us know how it happens in the stories, but falling from a building is a lot different than falling down a waterfall. I know there’s some trickery (the bike, the homeless network, the outlined area on the sidewalk) because it’s “all a magic trick”, but I can’t do it.
Even if I stop BEFORE Sherlock leaves his ‘note’, my brain fills in the rest.
Due to the BBC’s arrangement with PBS, fans in teh States won’t be able to watch Sherlock until late 2013 or early 2014. Grrrrrr…
Oh well. It gives me time to reread “The Empty House” and continue to think about how they will update/change the story to fit the show.