zarah5, posts by tag: holmes&squee - LiveJournal

There’s a video by new!Panic out, apparently. I’m… still pondering whether I want to watch it. We had such a bad break-up, Bandom and I! I have not been able to look it in the eye ever since!

In the meantime, I could happily beam at these two and their stupid precious faces. Still not doing RPS involving people with awesome wives who stalk the internet, but. They do not make it easy! I just want to put them both in my pocket and make sure they get regular meals and sleep. Unfortunately, I don't think that's a valid lifestyle choice.


(Bed hair. Jude's smug expression. His hand in Robert's hair. Robert's sleepy head resting on Jude's shoulder. How is this not a manip?! And why doesn't Robert talk about handcuffs all the time?)

ETA: Okay, so it's a manip. But a damn good one! Also, I reject your reality.

Also, it looks as if I have a Big Bang plot now! Yay! ( Collapse )

As I am both aware of the fact that there are few people as out of the loop as I am, and of the fact that the collective wisdom of my f-list far surpasses what little wisdom I have managed to gather over the years (don’t laugh), here’s a question: Is there already a community for regular Holmesian recs, and I missed it?

If the answer is no, I think it would be really, really cool to have a community like that. Because it helps finding good fic, and it saves time in times when you have none. (Selfish reasons? Yes, okay. But, see, my selfish reasons would still lead to fandom winning out, so it’s all good, yes?) I’m thinking of a community with a small ring of reccers, at least 5 and no more than 15, and a round-up post every three days or so, or when there are at least five fics to rec; easiest would probably be to base it on a shared del.icio.us account and appropriate descriptions and tagging. And I definitely know I can’t do this alone, so, yeah. Anyone interested?

Core requirements:
Respect for the English language (which, yes, also means a healthy respect for grammar and spelling) / Familiarity with del.icio.us (although it’s really not that difficult) / Minimum age of 18 (because if we rec NC-17 fic, we should be of age) / Willingness to spread the love (because fandom is all about the squee, right?) / Much, much love for the ridiculousness of Holmes and Watson and everyone who surrounds them (which should be the easy part) / A tiny bit of time (and I hope this won’t be so bad if it’s spread out amongst quite a few people)

Details could be worked out within the smaller group of interested subjects.

So, anyone interested?

I might post this to holmeswatson09 eventually if there aren’t enough volunteers here, but please feel free to pimp this to your f-list. It would be cool if we could get this party started without involving the big community. *dimples*

I should be in bed. Unfortunately, I think I slept too much yesterday, and writing roughly 5’000 most ridiculous words of the story that is decidedly not called Sexual Healing didn’t help. It also didn’t help that I went on a mad music spree, but hey, if you’re looking for new music to listen to, I might have some for you!

So! So! There are about a trillion things I could and should do right now (including plotting Merlin/Arthur fic for Haiti). Instead, even though I haven’t even yet posted the BB!Holmes story I very definitely didn’t write, my brain has fallen in love with a plot that mixes book and movie canon, and, okay.

In that fic, Mary died and Holmes is missing. Poor Watson is lonely and grieving. Since he can barely stand to set foot in the empty flat that was Mary’s and his, and since he also fears Mrs. Hudson may let Holmes' rooms to someone else, he moves back into Baker Street and takes up gambling again. And then, on the night of Holmes' birthday, Holmes comes back because he's been informed of Mary's death, finding Watson in a crowded pub, about to place another bet. The last one for that night, Watson promises himself.

At first, when Watson turns and sees Holmes, he doesn't trust his eyes. His body feels frozen because it can’t be, it can’t, but… And then he launches himself at Holmes because how dare Holmes leave him in the dark, didn't he know Watson was going mad with worry, couldn’t he have sent a note, wasn’t Watson worth at the very least a note, and, and-- And the thing is, Holmes doesn’t even try to defend himself, so it’s one punch, then a half-hearted attempt at another, and then Watson reaches out and pulls Holmes close and clings to him.

“Happy birthday,” Watson mutters eventually, straight into Holmes’ ear because the noise around them would swallow it otherwise.

“Thank you,” Holmes replies.

"I'm so glad you're back." Watson can’t bring himself to let go just yet. Holmes’ body feels small, as if the time away made him lose weight he can’t really afford to lose. It takes a moment before Holmes says, his expression serious and earnest in the dingy light, “I am deeply sorry about your loss, Watson. Truly, I am.”

And then Holmes shares his suspicion that it was Moriarty who had Mary killed and made it look like an accident, to lure Holmes out of hiding. So they hunt Moriarty, and also take care of each other because Watson is gambling again and Holmes is back to doing drugs.

The first time they have sex is sort of an accident, Holmes stopping Watson from going out, telling him to at least leave the money at the flat because if he’s really just going for a walk, he doesn’t need money, does he? “I’m not leaving my money here to have you buy drugs with it,” Watson counters, and then they grapple over the wallet until Watson backs Holmes into a desk. They’re both breathing hard with the strain, and something shifts in the air when Holmes tilts up and kisses Watson, very deliberately, and follows it up with, “Stay here.”

Watson does.

At first, the sex is a vehicle, a means of distraction that keeps Watson from gambling and Holmes from his needle - until it becomes so much more. Also, there is Moriarty to hunt. Uh, yes. That.

Sherlock Holmes is addictive, people. Seriously, don’t even start watching it. Movies and TV are bad for you!

Sherlock motherfucking Holmes!
(or: This is not a primer. Well, not really. Maybe a little.)

So, maybe you are like me and vaguely remember Sherlock Holmes from your childhood or early teens. If that is the case, you probably remember him as this genius detective, very precise, more than a little conceited yet rightfully so, and maybe you also remember his loyal friend Dr. John Watson, flatmate, chronicler and admirer of Holmes, a reliable veteran of the war with a better aim, yet a mind not quite as sharp as that of Holmes. Maybe, if you were a careful reader and already wearing your slash goggles, you noticed a few peculiarities about their relationship.

And then along came Sherlock Holmes (2009) and upped the stakes.

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I am pondering lengthy Sherlock Holmes AU even though I already have two help_haiti things on my agenda – heaven help me. Also, expect a Holmes/Watson primer tomorrow, written in the evil intent to lure even more people over. For now:

These Flickering Moods
…or: 18 songs to celebrate the ambiguous relationship of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson, complete with pictures and quotes and more things you never knew you didn’t need.