Sounds about right…

I just lost the ability to can and I needed to do this and just asdfghjkl;. - Xaperi “The DVD”

Best. Reaction. To. The. Mini. Episode. Ever.

*dies*

Holy mother of fuck:

I can’t believe this! I mean, fucking Anderson! Lestrade! The DVD!

Happiness due to the new content aside, I don’t feel that Sherlock is in character at all. It’s not like him to let his guard down in front of ANYONE, let alone Lestrade…

John tries to explain it, but I’m just not feeling it. Yeah, there’s a definite change in Sherlock over the six episodes where he becomes more human, but I just don’t see this kind of behaviour as in character. Not in a birthday video made before The Fall, at least.

In the trailer, he kind of walks a fine line between reverting back to series one and showcasing how he changed pre-Fall, but either way, it’s just weird. Especially with the promo and Watson’s blog entry giving us a little more of why and how he’s changed.

Whatever… tomorrow is our final day with Eleven, and then it’s about a week until I get to dial in to a Belgium Slingbox and watch “The Empty Hearse” in real time. (SUCK ON THAT BBC!)

Instead of a rant about Sherlock and why the BBC / BBC America sucks in general, I’ll give you a Doctor Who promo as well:

 

Also - I need to find American crap to write fan fic about. Between the UK dictionaries (Mac and Firefox add-on) and the effort to brit-pick my fan fic without a brit-picker, I’ve gone completely ‘dark side’ (to quote one friend). Can’t wait to see how that goes over at the new job:

“Yeah, I spell words the British way because I write fan fic for British TV and radio programmes and people get pissed off if they see American spelling and other crap like that in the fic.”

“What kind of fan fic? Oh, you know, m/m slash. No porn, though, just fluffy romancey stuff.”

*sigh*

All the feels…

buy stock in kleenex. now!

I actually have mixed feelings about Matt Smith leaving.

I’m more than a little pissed at how this episode has been spoiled by the BBC:

First, we learned that Matt Smith was leaving.

Then we learned that the new Doctor was going to be played by Peter Capaldi.

Then we learned that Eleven dies. Dies!

There’s also the teeny tiny little issue of the regeneration limit, which (in theory) we’ve already passed due to Hurt and Ten!Two.

On the other hand, I’m curious to see how Moffat handles the fact that Capaldi was in Who and Torchwood.

I’m also curious as to how the regeneration limit is handled.

I guess the good thing is that despite being spoiled on (what I feel) are the major plot twists, I’m curious to see how Moffat fucks this up.

I mean, I’m curious to see how he writes his way out of the clusterfuck he created…

It’s going to be a long three days.

Holy Christ, I’m going to hell… (the fan fic edition)

yep… sherlock has a military kink

Speaking of military kink, I don’t know why the fandom insists upon it, but I know that retired / invalided military types don’t tend to wear their dog tags. They might if they’re active (I don’t know and never asked), but I’ve never seen an ex-military person wear them. There’s a bunch of fan fic out there where John is still wearing his tags and he takes them off his neck and gives them to Sherlock to wear. I don’t see that happening at all. Maybe he takes them out of a box and makes a romantic gift of them, but every time I see John wearing them, it makes me feel weird. Like the writer doesn’t understand the enormity of the symbolism behind those pieces of tin… I know what my dad’s tags meant to him: they were an unhappy reminder of the things he did in Viet Nam and he never wanted to see them again. I can’t imagine John - sweet, scarred John who has nightmares, a psychosomatic limp, hand tremors, and is possibly suffering from depression / PTSD - wearing them at home. AT ALL.

I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve found the one ‘normal’ thing that makes me all squicky.

And there’s been a development in the world of Sherlock fan fic that absolutely pisses me off to no end.

There was a huge screening of S3, E1 “The Empty Hearse” yesterday in London, with a Q & A with the cast…

The fucking moderator had Benedict and Martin read some fan fic. EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE ON RECORD AS NOT BEING COMFORTABLE WITH IT.

And, and, and, and!

IT WAS ROMANTIC, LEADING TOWARDS PORNOGRAPHIC. (I’ve read the fic, I like the fic, but really?!?! They didn’t get to the dirty part, but the part she had them read was obviously leading up to it.)

So - yeah - it got a lot of people up in arms. People hating fan fic writers, fan fic writers hating people like her, fluff vs. porn, I’ve seen it all in the past barely 24 hours. And this isn’t the first time publicity about fic has gotten out of control (look at all the Destiel shit going around, and around, and around, in the Supernatural fandom), which makes this all the more tragic.

I can’t even say what’s going on in my own head… but I guess the short version would be that fan fiction exists, it’s not going anywhere soon, and that we all need to be a little more respectful of ACD / Mofftiss’ creations and the actors who have brought them to life. Does that mean that the PWP writers need to stop? Not necessarily… If the media would let it go, we’d all be better off. The actors are aware it’s out there. The press is aware it’s out there. Can we just leave it at that? When was the last time you saw JK Rowling answering questions about Drarry? OR Romianie? OR Forge (twincest, dude! TWINCEST!)? The Harry Potter fan fic is just as crazy, just as dirty, just as ridiculous as Sherlock’s, but for whatever reason, everybody’s interested in Benedict and Martin’s reactions. Which is such bullshit that I can’t… I just can’t.

And… while we’re on the topic of squick and porn…

MY FUCKING BETA IS FIFTEEN. FIF-FUCKING-TEEN. ONE-FUCKING-FIVE.

Jesus fucking Christ on a fucking pogo stick.

I knew she was young - they all are compared to me - but I didn’t think she was that young.

The scary thing is, she’s actually pretty good. She’s read the first four out of the thirty prompts, and holy shit, does she know the Cabin Pressure canon inside and out. l couldn’t ask for a better beta, but the age thing… Wow.

I guess it’s a good thing that all my attempts at porn in the 2013 Johnlock NaNoWriMo Experience From Hell, no matter how much I tried to dig in and really write it, went something like this: John kissed Sherlock. Sherlock kissed him back. “Bedroom?” “Oh, God, yes!” /// The next morning, John woke up to the sound of something exploding in the kitchen. I can’t imagine giving a fifteen year old some heavy duty porn to proofread, even if she’s reading it on her own elsewhere. I will willingly corrupt the youth of America, but even I have boundaries!

And let’s end this on a happy note: I just read the most beautiful piece of fan fic that didn’t make me cry. Father_Christmas is just amazing. And yeah, again, I saved the PDF of it to read later. As I told the author in the comments, it was a nice reminder that Christmas shouldn’t always be about the empty chairs at the dinner table. It should be about Luke and Han and hope and those that are still sitting at the table.

Even if you’re not a Sherlock fan, it’s good. (No Johnlock - just a little boy’s letters to Father Christmas and the results.)

Feeling content…not content

IT CAME TODAY! (but that’s the real deal above, not the doll)

The English language is the most fucked up language in the world. No one can convince me otherwise.

Now that that’s out of the way…

My limited edition Ten doll came today. And if you’re my friend on Facebook, you already know that I freaked out and channelled my inner Guinness. The SECOND I saw that damn FedEx truck, I jumped up and ran to the window. When he stopped in front of the house, I jumped up and down and yelled, “IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE!”

And then I did what any good grown up would do when faced with a limited edition (and very fucking expensive) collectible doll of one of the Whovians favourite NewWho Doctors: I took # 721 / 1,000 out of the box and played with him. I changed his hands. I gave him his sonic screwdriver. I put his glasses on his face. And. It. Was. Awesome.

He’s on the same shelf as Katniss and some of my more sentimental toys: Dad’s mooses, the platypus that looks eerily like my most, most, most favourite British man (and yes, you are my favourite), Cute Printer Boy’s devil duck, the minion L gave me… yeah. My toy shelf just got a new family member.

With that out of the way, I decided to go to Albany tonight for a Black Mountain Symphony show because, well, DUH! It’s time to par-tay!

Dog is in the heavens and all is right in the world.

For now, at least.

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I want to get a sneak peek of the Cabin Pressure OTP Challenge off to my proofreader before the holidays, so I should probably stop stalling and work on it…