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Oct. 8th, 2013 08:04 pm
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
The New Year | greywash (Sherlock/Lestrade)

Also known as fizzygins on Tumblr, where she is often hilarious and sometimes gives teasing glimpses of more Good Morrow to come, she's probably my favorite author in Sherlock fandom. Her stories leave me breathless (and not just because her sentences tend to go until she runs out of breath writing them, I suspect.) The writing style isn't for everyone. Take the warnings seriously. But it's genuinely the best story in this pairing.

I don't remember what got me into Sherlock/Lestrade a couple months ago - it probably has to do with Sherlock's time as an addict, before he formalized his detective work. And he is all of those messy things in this story, sneaking into labs to do his work, pushing everyone to the edge because he's unable to channel his arrogance. But this is Lestrade's story, and instead of the usual guilt trips about Sherlock's age or trying to clean him up, it's selfish, agonizingly emotional and so, so plausible.

And now it's back to Game 4 of Rays vs. Red Sox. Keep yesterday's momentum going and make this a real series, boys.
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
Are there any apple orchards or pumpkin patches within train/bus reach of NYC? This is what people do in New England during fall, I'm to understand. In Florida, we celebrate with an al fresco meal and packing up our sweaters because businesses stop over-air conditioning their offices.

My good intentions of starting a post-work walk routine, since I can't develop a rapport with the rowing machine like the Mr., were waylaid by an impromptu nap. Look, some of you might be heartless enough to move a cat that has just snuggled against you, but I'm made of softer stuff.

I've been soul-deep in Sherlock for so long that no other fandom's managed to pique my fannish interest since last January, but the new season of The Vampire Diaries might just do it. I suppose one of the pleasures of being a vampire is infinite second chances. Interested to see how the Salvatore boys will screw up getting everything they ever wanted.

The world is conspiring to get me to watch Breaking Bad, just as it's ending. I don't love the idea of committing to a source just as everyone else is preparing to move on though, and that may ultimately be the reason why I don't watch it. I had my epic television love affair with Battlestar Galactica, and prefer my conflicts speculative or internal rather than agency-sapping things like cancer and the rotten state of American health care.
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
Today, my editor asked if I'd be interested in writing episode recaps of the upcoming season of Sherlock because "you know more about it than most." Stand down everyone, the award for Understatement of the Year has been claimed. I enthusiastically accepted, but then had to explain that the last two series had months-long delays between the British and American airdates, and we debated whether people in the States would wait or try to get their hands on it illegally (really though, we were debating whether publishing it right away or waiting would get more pageviews).

I'm tempted to say that fans of the show, and therefore the people likely to read episode analyses, would watch it as soon as possible (god knows I'll spend that night obsessively hitting the refresh button on Pirate Bay) if for no other reason than it would be next to impossible to remain unspoiled about how Sherlock faked his death if you're on any kind of social media website or read any pop culture blogs. Of course, the wider Internet isn't your commuter paper, where you wouldn't be on your guard for spoilers if you didn't known the episode had aired. Ugh. I don't know what the right call is here.

In other TV news, Jon Stewart returned to The Daily Show from Jordan a bit culture shocked and high strung, and man do I have buckets of sympathy. Every year we came back home for a two-week break from the Middle East we felt the same way: really grateful for Target and Mexican food; a bit disconcerted by how little clothing people wear in public after wall-to-wall dishdashas and abayas; and wanting to bathe in Americana (which in Florida meant a trip to the theme parks and World of Beer).

These feels don't happen on arrival - they take a few months of frustration at not being able to buy what you want at grocery stores, trying to deal with labyrinthine bureaucracy designed to waste your money and time, and adjusting to an entirely different pace of life and social discourse. We were chatting in Ikea maybe a couple months after arriving in 2008 when a man walked up to us. "Are you guys Americans?" he asked in a slightly desperate tone. We nodded, a little freaked out, and he burst into a huge smile and shook all our hands in both of his, saying that it's so rare to hear American accents and how happy he was to meet all of us. It struck us as strange at the time, but yeah, we got there eventually too.

Finally, fannish marketers are so much more savvy than the people actually paid to promote a show: [personal profile] cesperanza may well have talked me into Luther with the line, "It's as if Batman fell in love with the Joker." Um, YES PLEASE.
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VividCon hangover continues to linger. I can't listen to a song or think about any media I've ever loved without vidding it in my head. And you guys, wow, some ideas are way, WAY better than others.

So things surely happened in the world today, but all I know is that it's a damn good thing the photos from Sherlock filming at the 221B facade in London didn't start rolling in until late in the afternoon because I lost my shit all over the apartment at this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this(!) and ESPECIALLY THESE. It sucks that the fans sometimes disturb filming and that Cinderbalmain has progressed to the level of fame that requires a bodyguard, but I just cannot be anything but grateful for these photos.

Despite living in New York, I am not now, nor will I ever be a foodie. I like good food, but I don't think throwing together unexpected ingredients, making a dish out of moss or the unappetizing voodoo that is molecular gastronomy accomplishes the goal of feeding me something delicious that leaves me satisfied. While these are valid (and represented) complaints, Eater's anonymous restaurant rants have been both educational and cathartic about what else is wrong with the restaurant scene (wine in a tumbler? And yes, keeping restaurants accountable for cost is proper and necessary journalism.)

I'd like to end on a musical interlude, and its accompanied dancing, that has brought me a lot of joy this summer. John Oliver's stint as host of The Daily Show is over, and he definitely grew on me once he stopped fanboying the celebrities and started spouting well-honed rants (because there's nothing so sexy as watching a British man lose his cool, FACT). The Mr. and I got to be in the audience for the royal baby episode, which was AMAZING (largely because we got to sass Jason Jones about drinking on the job, and I got to give props to Jessica Williams before she taped her segment.) But right from the start, he won my heart just a little with his Carlos Danger dance.

And now we're off to see The World's End, in which hopefully Martin Freeman gets to say more than "Noooo." Not that that wasn't fun.
aruan: (Sherlock - 221B)
There are nice bits: discovering things you don't remember owning, the satisfaction of filling garbage bags with stuff to donate, the even deeper satisfaction of shredding papers. But there are things I don't quite know what to do with, like our kitchen utensils, and getting boxes won't be as simple as going down to our local liquor store (pro tip: liquor bottle boxes are small and study, making them excellent for hauling books.)

It's also more than a little bit tedious, and we may have come here with four suitcases and two carry-ons but that's certainly not how we're leaving. So, it's been half and half between doing legit moving preparation and laying on the sofa with a cat sleeping on me, rereading the sensation of falling as you just hit sleep, the post-Reichenbach story of my HEART.

And now, your daily dose of the 'Dhab.

Day 2: Our office for the first month (January 2008). )
aruan: (Sherlock - 221B)
I just finished reading Stranger at the Gate and am full of feeeeeeelings about the transcendental love of Sherlock and John, but seriously for a moment, with my serious face, let's talk about the power of that love, Reichenbach edition.



"If I were assured of your eventual destruction I would,
in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept my own."

Sherlock Holmes, The Final Problem


Somewhere in there, Sherlock finds a reason to live. And that reason is John Watson. )

When his own token attempt on the roof at convincing John that he's a fraud fails (only this time it was to spare him pain, and then with it's a trick, just a magic trick, Sherlock offers the only truth he can afford), he can't help his small sob because for all his cleverness, it has come to this. John has to watch him die so he would have no questions. Since there will be no body to examine, and witnesses will either be suspiciously silent (Homeless Network) or too easy to trip up (John's bound to have learned a few interrogation tricks, working alongside Sherlock), there has to be no doubt in John's mind. By faking his death, Sherlock does what no one else has managed to do: betray John's trust in him.

All he can do now is hope that John's trust survives his fall.
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
me: Tumblr is debating what Hogwarts house Sherlock and Mycroft would be sorted into
Ravenclaw and Slytherin, respectively?
B: Mycroft is total Hufflepuff. sorry
"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil"

he is loyal to Sherlock above all costs and is loyal to running the country and works endlessly at both tasks. he's a Hufflepuff
Mycroft doesn't want power for power's sake
it's the only way he can watch his brother
me: damn my knee-jerk dismissal of Hufflepuff
B: Hufflepuff is the Spanish Inquisition of Hogwarts
Hufflepuff is also always in the background, unseen
you know who ELSE is always in the background, unseen? hmmmmmmmmmmm?
me: oh man, Mycroft is the FLUFFIEST HUFFLEPUFF

With "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure" and a riddle as the password, Ravenclaw was a gimme. But, once B said it, Hufflepuff made all the sense in the world. And not just because of the uncanny resemblance between Mycroft and badgers. Oh, and Hufflepuff supported Ravenclaw's Cedric Diggory in the Triwizard Tournament.
aruan: (Sherlock - all these things I've done)
Hello, hi, I will post a shit-got-real-for-a-long-minute update sometime soon, but right now it's almost 3 a.m. in my time zone and I'm feeling happy and chatty about my new fannish love. Basically, I fell face-first into BBC Sherlock about two weeks ago, and for the past three days have had little else knocking around in my head than thoughts about Mycroft Holmes and his beautiful soul. )

Basically, I want allllll the Mycroft fic. About how there is no dealer in London who will sell to Sherlock. About taking care of Sherlock in the middle of the night because he'd nearly OD'd on something. About how the British government would've either recruited or eliminated Sherlock by now were it not for his "minor" position.

tl;dr Mycroft Holmes LET ME LOVE YOU FOREVER

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