Be prepared and be clean in word and deed…

I think we’ve all come to the conclusion by now that I not clean in word nor deed.

I also can’t solicit for my sister. Not only is it not nice, but I don’t have one. *sigh*

Sherlock starts in 14 minutes. FOURTEEN.

I have a live stream running, I’ve got an active connection to a slingbox (which is acting stupid at the moment), and an account on Filmon TV all live and set to go. (Filmon also has a DVR option…)

I can’t remember the last time I was this prepared for anything. Not even an exam.

Deconstructing Baskerville (BBC Sherlock)

you went on the tube like that? none of the cabs would take me

Watched “Baskerville” last night.

I’ve brought up how Sherlock essentially grows through the six episodes of series one and two, and Baskerville is a great example of that.

He really pisses John off / hurts his feelings when he tells John that he doesn’t have friends. After realising what he did, he tells John that he doesn’t have friends. He’s just got one. The old Sherlock (series one) wouldn’t have paid attention to John’s reaction, wouldn’t have cared. In Baskerville, while freaking out about the hound, he also says the line that, more than anything, sets up the dramatic events in “Reichenbach”:

I’ve always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from feelings. But you see? Body’s betraying me. Interesting, yes? Emotions. The grease on the lenses. The fly in the ointment.

That line is made all the more poignant when John accuses him of being a machine right before the face off with Moriarty on the roof of Bart’s:

Sherlock: What is it?
Watson: Paramedics. Mrs. Hudson’s been shot.
Sherlock: What. How.
Watson: Probably one of the killers you managed to attract. Jesus. Jesus. She’s dying. Sherlock, let’s go.
Sherlock: You go, I’m busy.
Watson: Busy?
Sherlock: Thinking. I need to think.
Watson: You need to— Doesn’t she mean anything to you? You once half-killed a man because he laid a finger on her.
Sherlock: She’s my landlady.
Watson: She’s dying you machine! Sod this. Sod this, you stay here if you want. On your own.
Sherlock: Alone is what I have. Alone protects me.
Watson: No. Friends protect people.

In the end, when it really matters (or is too late to matter, depending), John finally calls Sherlock his ‘friend’. This is significant, because in BBC canon, that’s the first time he does. That’s before he learns that Sherlock jumped to save him from a sniper’s bullet. The scene takes on a life of its own when you see Sherlock in the cemetery watching John grieve over an empty grave. He protected John because John’s his friend.

Emotion

The feels.

It’s stuff like that makes it easy to ship Johnlock, whether it’s in a brOTP or in PWP: the man that doesn’t show emotion gives in, becomes human, because of a person who is everything he isn’t. Despite everything Sherlock has put him through, he is loyal to the end. The very, bitter, end. 

Just like the RAMC motto: In Arduus Fidelis (Faithful in Adversity)

#IBelieveinSherlockHolmes

For fan fic, Jawn!

can you believe this counts as research?

If one is writing a prompt titled “gazing into each other’s eyes” one better make damn sure they know what colour eyes the characters are supposed to have.

And this is where the line between fiction and reality starts to blur. (Which is the never ending cause of friction between those of us who like to play with the characters and the actors who portray them.)

The problem with radio programmes is that you never see the characters. For example, Martin and Douglas are never truly described in “Cabin Pressure”, so we pull from what the voice actors look like. It gives us a good starting place and allows the fandom to at least agree on something…

 

arthur, douglas, carolyn, martin

john finnemore, roger allam, stephanie cole, and benedict cumberbatch

As any member of the Cumbercollective knows, Martin/Benedict’s eyes are blue/brown/gold/green/grey/silver. Or any combination thereof.

But the best part - and this is a real thing - is that Benedict has an eye freckle.

An. Eye. Freckle.

Dude. Seriously.

Look carefully at the picture.

Does this help?

And now, I have Douglas saying something like, “what the fuck is that on your eyeball, Martin? Is that a bloody freckle?!?!”

Ah, art…

Oh, BBC America, go fuck yourself…

i would have been ejected from the game yesterday

My fan fic feeds blow up every time there’s a school vacation, and yesterday alone over 200 new pieces were published (chapters and full works).

Needless to say, I was checking my email and RSS reader about every hour just so I could (barely) keep up.

So imagine my surprise when around 6 or 7 PM, there’s a post from the BBC America “anglophenia” blog giving a full review of the Doctor Who Christmas episode.

You know, the one where the Eleventh Doctor is scheduled to die and be replaced with Twelve.

It wasn’t really anything I wanted to be spoiled for, so I spent the day off of social media and basically tried to just work on the CP 30 Day Challenge, knit, and keep up with the fan fic. I had even decided to behave myself and not watch the livestream.

I never expected that BBC America would schedule a blog entry to appear BEFORE the episode actually aired. When I first came across it, it didn’t warn that there were spoilers. When I came across it later, they had finally put a spoiler notice in.

It’s not bad enough that we get reruns of terrible American tv shows, it’s not bad enough that they air American movies, and it’s not bad enough that they edit episodes before they air here…

No. Now the fuckers have to spoil MAJOR episodes before they air.

That said, it was a pretty good episode.

Moffat surprised me with the way he handled the regeneration limit. It was better than I expected, but not as good as it should have been. (The dig at Ten was pretty funny, but the deus ex machina moment kind of left me feeling ‘eh’.)

The reveal of Twelve wasn’t quite what I wanted, and Eleven’s Ten-esque like pre-regeneration bit left me feeling kind of cold.

BUT. I still cried, and I’ll miss Eleven a lot more than I expected to, so I guess the episode was a bit of a success.

Now, we have to wait to see how Sherlock survives the fall.

I really hope it’s better than Eleven’s death.

It’s Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Day!