Long Distance Relationship? There’s An App For That…
Introducing Pair a free for download iPhone App which allows two people to share a private Facebook like feed where you can post photos, notes, etc. without the world knowing. Pair also allows you to share a ‘to do’ list, draw a picture together or ‘thumb kiss’ if you both put your thumbs on your screen.
awww that’s… so cute…
Posts tagged Togas.
Scandal in Belgravia spoiler below, tiny though it may be.
Fucking hell, Togas, I didn’t know it was possible to make me love you more.
cuddlytogas asked: Son of a bitch, Sig, WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Here I am tapping out some Milverton crap and you go and blow me away with angel!John fic. WHYYYY. Tonight is definitely guardian angel!John night, and it is FUCKING AMAZING on all counts. YOURS ABSOLUTELY INCLUDED. adksjf;lakjgf;lajgf;lakdsfasdfajdhfdhagkafhgkahg;kadjgkadgfn;kadjhgkadrg Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig you bloody brilliant little aldjhfluahghghgadg
TONIGHT IS GUARDIAN ANGEL!JOHN NIGHT
Rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument but to greatly find quarrel in a straw when John is at the stake
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TAG
Eugh, yes, condescending teachers. And seriously, a teacher thought ‘wherefore’ meant ‘where’?! Oh god, the inhumanity! I was always really glad when they decided to take us to actually go see the plays we were studying (except that awkward moment in year nine, I think it was, when we were studying Romeo and Juliet and instead went to go and see The Taming of the Shrew? That was odd. But I’m so, so glad we got to go see a production of Hamlet last year, it was brilliantly eye-opening. When we were reading it in class we got a little behind and rushed through the last act and a half or so, and I totally didn’t realise that Horatio tries to kill himself until we saw it on stage. I freaked the fuck out at that, seriously. I was gripping my friend’s arm and trying to hold back the screams of “NO, DON’T DO IT DARLING, YOU HAVE TO LIIIIVE”. And asdfkl;j, I got to see Bell Shakespeare do Much Ado earlier this year, and I mean, I liked it back in year ten, but holy crap, it’s so frigging awesome asdk;fjklfjasf)
But yeah, people’s ~interpretations tend to go a little far sometimes, and it just makes me want to scream at them to just sit back and enjoy the play and all the pretty language. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s shallow analyses - finding ~metaphors or whatever simply for the sake of, well, finding them. Just to have something to say in class or to write in a pointless essay. I really can’t stand that. True, proper text analysis comes from understanding and feeling the text, not digging through the words and making meaning out of nothing. *fumes*
Shakespeare rants are some of the best rants, in my experience. :D (Well jeez, way to make me want to read Moby Dick. As if I don’t already have enough to read as it is. *readerly frustration*)
asfjjsdf you are fantastic. “Sherlock didn’t look up from where he was, apparently, trying to eliminate a spot of mould in their sink by repeatedly dousing it with sulfuric acid and profanities.” THAT IS STUPIDLY BRILLIANT WHY ARE YOU SO BRILLIANT A;DSKJFAFDSA
Sorry, I’m not much for long bits of fic. But *EEEEEEEEE* I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THEM!! *FLAILS MADLY* Seriously though, the War Drums vid, hnnngg, isn’t it just stupidly fantastic, I cannot even asdfjkakdsa Some people are just ridiculously talented.
Also aaaaaaahhh canon!Holmes how have you subsisted without fic asdlfjasfl;jkasdfa
Okay, I kid, but yes. Canon!Holmes is my baby darling and I need to squish him and hug him and occasionally I take breaks from all the Sherlock fic by writing canon fic and it’s just lovely and I get to be as floridly Victorian as possible, which is always an entertaining exercise in restrictions (or lack thereof).
I will say nothing about Milverton except that you have to give me a detailed and analytical response because I need to know ALL OF THE REACTIONS because it is my baby and I want to improve and also yes there are masks of course there are masks, there are masks and formal wear because that is the greatest mental image ever, how is there not already a super-sexy adaptation of Milverton with Cumberbatch and Freeman I want them in tuxedos and/or tails with eye-masks and burglary and asdf;jkasdfasdf GATFAT!! *shakes fist*
(Oh yeah, sorry, that’s what I meant: ‘more’ as in ‘another’ rather than ‘increasingly’. Or something. Because yeah, The Red Circle’s pretty damn obscure, in my opinion. Most of the later ones are, really. But seriously, that is super exciting a;sjflkfjsadfjsad 8DD)
OH MY GOD I HATE TAMING OF THE SHREW HAAAATTTEEEE — Sorry, that completely blocked out the rest of your paragraph because HATE. Anyway, I love the Jacobi Hamlet's version of that last scene because Horatio's going to kill himself and Hamlet's just like "NOOOOOOOOOOOO" and then Horatio holds him and I was so sure that they were going to kiss but then Hamlet had to go die and I was all GODDAMMIT whoa shit sorry ALL THE SHAKESPEARE TANGENTS
asdsfgdhjfkgghtnb have you seen the Branagh Much Ado? (Can you tell how big on Shakespeare movies I am?) Please oh please tell me you have. Please tell me you’ve seen or will see all the Branagh Shakespeare movies, except maybe Love’s Labours Lost because it was fucking stupid I COULDN’T FINISH IT WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING BRANAGH WHAT WHAT NO WHAT still babbling apparently
Oh shit no. No, man. If you decide to read Moby Dick, uh, just make sure you know what you’re getting into. It’s my favorite book ever, but that comes with a price. The first 100 pages are awesome because it’s all the aforementioned ~homosexual~ cuddles and gay and gay and more gay and Ishmael being adorably defensive of his pecular Polynesian boyfriend and I was screaming the whole time, but then they get on the boat and the book just STOPS. FOR. 350. PAGES. I’m fairly used to long books where the plot can get sort of lost but this was just painful. It’s all these metaphysical metaphorical meta-whatever super-deep essays about whales and how awesome whales are and how whales are fish and it’s just 350 pages of whales. There’ll be a 40-page essay on the whale’s tail, and then on its body, and then on its head, and then on ambergris, and then on whale-oil, and then on the whale’s skeleton, and then about some other Polynesian island with a whale deity or some shit, and then more whales and whales and whales and I was never so sick of whales in my life. And then suddenly the plot rears its head in the last 50-100 pages and it becomes the most exciting book I’ve ever read because holy shit the most epic of all the things ever I was shaking by the end from the sudden awesomeness. So, yeah. It’s a demented book. I never want to read it again. But it’s got gay cuddles and an epic climax. In the end, I thought it was worth it; it was as much the experience of getting through it as it was the book itself that gave it such a special place in my heart. Just don’t tread there lightly, my friend.
AAHHH I’m stupidly proud of that line THANK YOU YOU’RE STILL CALLING ME ALL THESE NICE THINGS WHY
"I get to be as floridly Victorian as possible" What a frightening thought.
Oh wait I have something else to tell you about your black mood fic: It was good, I think, to see how John handled Sherlock’s sudden torpor. It was clear that John was worried about just what had brought it on, what had bothered Sherlock, what he was supposed to do to get him out of it. He wanted to be able to fix all of Sherlock’s problems, all the things that were broken. And yet, he didn’t do any of these things. He was utterly unable to. The only thing he could do was leave food for him and hope Sherlock didn’t starve to death, and I think he was more bothered by his inability to fix him than he was the black mood itself. And while Sherlock did “come out” of it, John still didn’t know how to fix him, and probably never would. It was sort of bittersweet. It was also completely adorable.
I WILL READ MILVERTON AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TRUST ME I PROMISE I’M SO EXCITED OH MY GOD
(…Do you want me to tell you what stories I think I’ll use? Or do you want to be surprised?)
Yeah, probably. Um. … Can’t really think of one. Unless we want to exchange emails? But I realise that that can be a bit too… personal, for some.
Eh, nothing wrong with any of that. Sometimes I go back and read old stuff (mostly if people have commented on it or something) and have to stop myself laughing at my own jokes. It always feels a little egoistic once I realise who wrote it…
The Blind Banker just gives me mixed feelings now. Because I keep watching it and seeing little things that are awesome, like the “I said can you pass me a pen?” epic throw-and-catch, and Sebastian Wilkes who I love to loathe with all of my being, and Soo-Lin being awesome and dedicated to her teapots (no seriously, those motherfucking teapots. I’m a massive ancient history nerd, and respect for ancient artefacts just makes me squeal with delight) - but then not only is it terribly ‘Yellow Fever’-esque, but it’s got shit character continuity. I’m sorry, but the woman who beat a guy over the head with a giant wooden crossbow bolt is not the same one who’s suddenly whimpering at being tied to a chair by the same creepers. And the man having a minor panic attack at having a gun pointed at him is not the John I see at the end of The Great Game. (I’ve had to adopt as my head!canon a fan theory I once read that suggested that being tied up triggered John’s PTSD, or something thereabouts, explaining why he’s so much more capable in The Great Game, even though he’s strapped to a bomb, has a sniper trained on him and is in the same room as a mad consulting detective and an even madder consulting criminal. (There’s also the fact that there’s the life of a “civilian”, so to speak, at stake in TBB, but anyway. It still feels a bit out of character.))
Not to mention the absolutely painful melodramaticism of the climax. I’m sorry, but bringing back the giant crossbow was bad enough - you really didn’t have to repeat the speech. God, it’s so painfully narmy. *retches*
“…DAMMIT ACD! YOU ALWAYS PROMISE GYPSIES AND NEVER FOLLOW THROUGH”
Oh my god, I never noticed that, jesus christ that is hilarious. Seriously though. Ever other case has a bit of “BLAME THE GYPSIES” in it. *facepalm*
I feel somewhat obliged to read at least something else by him. It feels a little unfair to judge him by something he hated so much.
Oh, very well put. I certainly liked the way you handled it, and from the descriptions, I caught on pretty early that Emily M was Indian. I meant rather that you might have included that thought of John’s as a sort of vaguely metafictional throwback to how racist the original actually was - an acknowlegement that “this isn’t”, so to speak.
It is a bad reflection on our society, though, isn’t it? *sigh* I had a whole lecture on ‘whiteness theory’ in English this semester, and I’m so glad people on Tumblr had already introduced me to terms like ‘privelege’ before, otherwise I may well have gone mad from the sudden realisation of how horrible the world can be.
Oh god, no, no I really don’t. Oh jeez. You poor bugger. (Although I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve had to force myself to cut it out of written works before. That awkward moment where you’re rationalising its use to yourself. I mean really, in the Victorian sense of the word, it can actually be quite appropriate, dammit!)
A lot of high schoolers tend to share that opinion, and I have to admit, I wouldn’t be very happy to be surrounded by people ‘extolling ACD’s virtues as a writer’, as you put it. But I feel like with the right kind of inquiry, studying a book you love can enhance the experience of both reading the book and analysing a text. (For one thing, I know for certain that I did a lot better writing essays about Hamlet then I did about Jane Austen.)
(Okay, I just read over that point, oh god, I sound so condescending. *headdesking forever* I don’t mean to sound like one of those super-annoying, “I’m no longer in high school therefore I know better” people, but… well, I just did. I’m just saying. IT CAN GET BETTER. Or something.)
Appropriating Hamlet for a point about shipping? You are my favourite person. asd;lkjfsadlfkjfsa
I dunno, I love watching, say, RDJ!Holmes and picking out all the ~fabulous sexual tension~ with Law!Watson - but when it really comes down to it… *sigh* It’s complicated. What with ace!Holmes and, well, basically everything you said, sometimes I feel like “codependent platonic bros-for-life” is the best way, sometimes I just want to melt into gooey “they’re so in loooove” mush. I think I’m most comfortable just sort of flirting with that boundary? Especially with Sherlock and John. (And now I look back on all the crap I’ve written and am thinking “Wow, way to misrepresent yourself”, but whatever. Fanfiction’s about experimentation anyway.)
Weeell… The thing about The Theory of Narrative Causality is that it’s really AU, so I think in a situation like that it’s very understandable, to have a bit of extra romance in there. (Take also, say, Performance in a Leading Role. They’re only half the same characters as our actual Sherlock and John, so I think it’s excusable - though I’ll be the first to say that dear god, can you go a single chapter without five sex scenes? But I love that fic if only for the original plot it’s got going - that sort of insight into the media, and the earlier bits with the focus on the making of the movie - I love that stuff.)
Ahahaha, oh man, I’m slightly guilty of that particular crime, SORRY! XD I can absolutely see where you’re coming from, though. I think the thing about fanfiction, though, is that a lot of it is not so much about being believably a part of the world of the original work so much as it is about… well, I hesitate to use the word, but - wish-fulfilment. God, I have a whole massive theory about this all planned out, but - fanfic is almost always about telling the stories that aren’t told in a universe’s canon. It’s about filling in the blanks. This can mean the simple stuff, like “what would Holmes be like if he got sick” - because clearly he must have fallen ill at some point, there’s no way he couldn’t in about two decades of cohabitation with Watson; or “what would Sherlock’s black moods be like”; but this does have a tendency to go overboard. A ‘what if’ can go from speculative to out of character in an instant, and though I read a lot of fic, there’s not much of it that I could believably imagine to occur actually within the world of the original show. Mostly I read fic because it’s entertaining, and it’s a way to get a new kick of the characters/world in the wait between series - but most fic should generally be taken with a grain of salt.
(I mean no offence to those writers, let’s just make that clear. But I think the line between ‘believably canonical’ and ‘not quite fitting with the show’ is so fine that it’s very, very difficult to tread it correctly, and most fic isn’t a serious enough business to take proper care with it. After all, it’s light entertainment, it’s fun - I think a little indulgence here and there is rather to be expected.)
… And I’m pretty sure all of the above was my way of guiltily trying to justify my position while still acknowledging your own. *headdesk* Because your “rant” was made of perfection and pure accuracy. (I love the idea you quoted, about John liking life at 221B because he doesn’t have to pretend to be well-adjusted, it really is quite perfect.)
Hahaha, oh very not-British! Don’t make me go all ‘disgruntled colonial’ on you! (Which I won’t because I could never be bothered, and we’re all too lazy to be disgruntled anyway, and because I’m a stupid, rabid anglophile. *sigh*)
You’ll be fine, though, seriously. I know you’re probably already sick of hearing such a platitude, but it really isn’t all that far from the truth.
(Also, can I just say, it is so not fair that you’re such a good artist and writer at this age. I’m only a year older, and my writing’s sufficient at best and questionable at worst, even with three months worth of editing. And your art is just stupidly fantastic. No really, it’s not fair. You need to stop being so talented or I’ll just die of envy.)
(YOUR AWESOME MUSICAL TASTES ARE SHOWING! 8DD Also your BAMF!John is perfection, please feel under no obligation to stop. *hinthint*)
Pfff, I haven’t memorised it, it just has some awesome lines that have stuck with me. But yeah. I’d say you have reason to be proud. Just sayin.
(AWESOME IS A SKILL SINCE YOU MADE IT ONE. Which is untrue, because I’m certain I’ve used that particular phrasing before, but WHATEVER, YOU GET MY MEANING.)
We could try that newfangled tumblrMSG thing the kids are using these days… I have no idea how it works or how long it’ll be before someone bans that too, though
Augh god the Blind Banker. I think I’m starting to hate it less the more I watch it, but… it’s just disappointing. My favorite thing about it is the normality of it, though that’s really not a good way of putting it. It’s not the first episode, in which the characters have to get to know each other, and it’s not the last, in which everything goes to hell. It’s just a normal episode of Sherlock. It’s peculiar, because we’ve only had three episodes so far, but the whole set-up makes it feel very much like “just another day of international plotting and bromance at Baker Street; tune in next week for etc etc etc”. So I appreciate the illusion that this is a normal show with normal, non-first and non-series finale episodes. However, I begin to lose patience with the whole thing as soon as they go to the circus because… yeah. Evil Chinese circus. And everything after that, especially with Sarah, who annoys me because she seems sorely underdeveloped, irritates me. And then you have the timed death machine and black leather. And unBAMFy John. Which breaks my heart. And there’s books that are like magic gardens that you keep in your pocket, which just… what?
THERE ARE GYPSIES EVERYWHERE, MAN. ALL THE GYPSIES.
"I certainly liked the way you handled it, and from the descriptions, I caught on pretty early that Emily M was Indian." Thank you for that! I was nervous about crossing some line and not realising it with that. It’s so very hard to figure out how to communicate these sorts of delicate things.
The worst thing about that story is that, uh… I said it in a hallway. In my school. Where there were plenty of underclassmen and teachers around to hear.
Pfff yes you lucky uni student. I do always prefer to write about things I like or can get excited about, because it’s just so much easier to get words onto the page. But I just despise analysing things, moreso than I think a lot of people do, because I feel like I’m so full of shit when I do it and I hate this erroneous idea that the true “juice” can only be gotten out of something when picking it to death. Yes, looking at things in detail can raise one’s opinion of the piece if one finds some awesome things hiding in there, but that’s not why I like reading and writing and stories. I like things with feelings and characters and big images and actions. I like Shakespeare plays because the stories are good, the language can be pretty, and different directors can do some interesting and wildly different things with the same lines. But I don’t love Shakespeare because the “what a piece of work is man” speech was “super deep and complicated and really speaks to humanity’s shared blahblahblah” or some bullshit like that. If something can only be appreciated by a close, analytical reading, then it means that the “meaning” of the work was more important than its execution or sheer entertainment value, and I automatically begin to despise the writer. So, yeah. This is why I’m not going in for English. Fuck da analysis.
Hamlet is always appropriate. Anyway, I’ll try to be brief about this slash thing because… I’m not sure I can effectively communicate what I mean here. First I’ll say that I don’t exclude AUs from anything because they’re still supposed to be the same characters, even if it’s in a wildly different setting. If they’re not the same characters then I don’t see the point of the AU. Second thing I’ll say is that I do occasionally and completely unbegrudgingly genuinely enjoy a romance fic. Bound in Gold and A Silver Sixpence are two of my guilty pleasures, though I really don’t know why.
However, here’s my thing. I get into fandoms because I love something, I’m obsessed with something, and I just need MOAR. I just need more Sherlock and John. I need more of the show. So I read fanfic to get more. But, it’s obvious to me in the show that Sherlock and John are just bromantic. I think, in the whole pantheon of Sherlock fiction, that there are probably about three explicitly bromantic fics, mine included. Now, I know that most people don’t actually think they’re going to get it on in the show, and from what you said, it seems most people just write them as a couple because it’s, to use your word, “wish-fulfillment”. And that just baffles me.
I don’t give half a shit about romance. I never have. So I think what I don’t understand is why anyone would want to add unnecessary romance somewhere where there was a perfectly servicable bromance. What wishes do you want fulfilled? How is a romantic fic any subsitute for a bromantic episode, if you don’t actually think that Gatiss has written a gratuitous sex scene for next series? How is it the same? Sure, I can read a romantic fic, skip over the porn, and still say at the end, “that was damned good and I enjoyed it”, but… it’s not the same as more of the characters I love. I’m not a purist; I’m not affronted that my perfect little show has been so defiled by a silly fic like A Silver Sixpence. I’m just … confused. I still feel like the characters have been fundamentally changed, because changing bromance into romance seems, to me, to be an enormous change. I’m sure most other people don’t think it makes that much of a difference, but to me, mostly just because of my personality, I think, a decision like that should have more of a reason than, ”I like writing them as a couple because it’s fun and I’d never see it in the show”. It never even occurred to me to write TRW as slash because that’s just not a thing I think about. I’m not saying that people to whom it does occur are wrong or are ”messing with my show”, I’m just saying that I, being who I am, can’t understand why it would occur if the fic doesn’t demand it. I just geniunely don’t understand. So it feels to me like people are just sticking sex scenes wherever they can because they need to get off, or some shit, even though I know that’s not what’s happening. It weirds me out a bit, like I’m operating on a completely different wavelength from the rest of the fandom.
Oh god that was a lot. Uh, anyway. If I weren’t mostly cool with slash I wouldn’t be in this fandom anymore, but I’m just confused and a little irritated at how a slash relationship is just sort of guaranteed in everything and I have no chance of finding something written well and with lots of love that isn’t.
(AAAHHHH I’m sorry! I can’t help doing things! I can’t help it if you think my shit’s good! I can’t help being younger than you! HAVE MERCY ON ME
Dammit, Togas, you can’t have a conversation with me and bash your own writing without letting me see some! Show me some fic you’ve written! I’m sure it’ll be absolutely fantastic.)
(THANK YOU, I LIKE MY MUSICAL TASTES, TOO. And BAMF!John is just normal John for me. So I don’t think you need to worry about me stopping, or writing wimpyTBB!John instead.)
(OH HAY SPEAKING OF WHICH do you have any sort of wish-list for any future potential fics? Either sequels to this or just other things? Any things you really want to see happen?)