No, don’t tell me, I actually don’t want to know what Caitlin Moran did. I understand she crossed the streams in a truly outrageous way. I don’t know the details. Don’t want to know.
And here’s the thing, my life is so out of whack right now that I have enough time to scan my dash, but not enough to follow through. I’m thinking this has been a benefit to me. I’m not as invested as I used to be. Am I excited that Sherlock has come back? Yes, of course. But honestly, I don’t have time ( you do, apparently) to get outraged about some perception about you as a writer/fan/woman.
I understand that this is a big thing for you. But I can’t honestly get that angry about anything anymore. I don’t have the time,health or mental capacity.
People, I just dropped two people off of FB because of their extreme right-wing views. I come to Tumblr to avoid all that extreme RL stuff. Now my fandom…my only current fandom, is going all extreme with their feels and disappointment or whatever about what is or isn’t happening with S3. Please don’t make me drop you. I won’t know how to find you again. Can’t we all just get along?
Hey, lovelies? Whatever you’re talking about, you haven’t yet seen the episode.
If you are sad and tired of the discussion, go watch A Game of Shadows, in which Mary Morstan is awesome and a codebreaker and a ginger and Holmes and Watson still waltz. Or read something you love. And be at peace with all creatures.
This bizarre little fic is the result of giggling and delicious mental images caused by my typo yesterday, shown above. Apparently it’s possible to go from writing angsty, straight-faced canon to full-on crazy Sherlock porn by mistyping ‘state of undress’. Who knew.
I’ve been sitting on a couple of ideas for stories…for a while. And before I start let me just put it out there that some things are just plot devices, not kinks or fetishes. Okay? We clear? Good.
Plot bunny the first: Sherlock has to go undercover as a performer ala “Victor Victoria” This would be as a favor to another performer who hid him Post-Fall and taught him the ins and outs of this kind of performance. This came to me while listening to many versions of “Whatever Lola Wants”
Plot bunny the second: What if Sherlock took the “It’s only transport” to the extreme and had a partial sex change to hide ( I keep doing the desperation thing) So you know, he’s got boobs but kept the penis.