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December 26, 2015
December 22, 2015
tragicsymphony26:
xistentialangst:
miadifferent:
hudders-and-hiddles:
To everyone worrying about...
To everyone worrying about what Mark said:
It’s not canon. It’s not in the show, and he expressly said they decided not to do it. Everyone just breathe.
TAB is gonna be here in just eleven more days, so if we’re gonna panic about anything, panic about that. Lol.
But actually, don’t panic about that either. It’s going to be amazing. I know it. You know it. There’s no reason to panic about anything. Everything is going to be just peachy.
And also remember that Steven Moffat cried while writing the best man’s speech.
Can someone post a link to whatever Mark said? Thanks!
XA
He did a podcast with PBS where he mentioned they were thinking of John finding Sherlock’s Best Man Speech and have little notes of like cry here and stuff but didn’t end up doing it. He said that either way Sherlock kind of approached it as a case and was successful at his task which is true for the speech on screen. If people are worried about that they need to calm down. It didn’t even happen! hahahaha
This actually makes sense from the romantic arc perspective. If one of the ‘big misunderstandings’ in S3 is John thinking, after the wedding, that Sherlock really doesn’t have feelings (and therefore, he might as well stay with mary), this would have accomplished that. But in the end, the scene where Sherlock proposes to Janine and the elevator conversation already creates this plot point, so it wasn’t necessary. Not only redundant, it would have lessened the POSITIVE beat of Sherlock’s speech, so that’s probably why they didn’t do it. So, positive beat, Sherlock’s speech (look he really does care for me), then negative beat, John witnesses Sherlock’s completely faked emotions with Janine (no, Sherlock doesn’t have feelings for anyone).
miadifferent:
hudders-and-hiddles:
To everyone worrying about what Mark said:
It’s not canon. It’s...
To everyone worrying about what Mark said:
It’s not canon. It’s not in the show, and he expressly said they decided not to do it. Everyone just breathe.
TAB is gonna be here in just eleven more days, so if we’re gonna panic about anything, panic about that. Lol.
But actually, don’t panic about that either. It’s going to be amazing. I know it. You know it. There’s no reason to panic about anything. Everything is going to be just peachy.
And also remember that Steven Moffat cried while writing the best man’s speech.
Can someone post a link to whatever Mark said? Thanks!
XA
ivyblossom:
ivyblossom:
br0-harry:
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WAIL
@br0-harry, thank you for the single greatest animated gif this fandom has ever seen. Among other things. Sleep well now, and we’ll see you on the other side.
THis is perfection. Thanks @br0-harry
verity-burns:
Verity Burns &
br0-Harry: A Love Story
In...
Verity Burns &
br0-Harry: A Love Story
In Autumn 2010, I was writing my first Sherlock story, The Road Less Traveled when I received a message from the artist br0-Harry sending me an illustration. I think I would have been blown away however experienced a writer I
was, but with ‘Road’ being my first
story I was utterly overwhelmed. To see my words brought to life, and in such a
brilliant way… it was an incredible feeling.
Over the next couple of years I was blessed with more art
from several wonderful artists, but Harry was always special. He did some
further illustrations for my stories, and I wrote poems / ficlets to go with
some of his artworks.
Eventually, we exchanged real names and addresses; I sent
him some locally famous sweets, and he completely outclassed me by sending an
incredible water-colour of Cabin Pressure’s Martin Crieff.
In 2013 he announced that he was coming to the UK with some
friends, and would I like to meet up? He told me his dates, and I found that I
would miss him in London by a few days… I offered my apologies. But his group
decided to tour the country during their visit, spending a couple of days in my
area, and a rendezvous was arranged.
We sat opposite each other over a meal in a local pub… and
the table was too wide.
That was it. Nothing happened. We spent the entire evening
each feeling that the table between us was stupidly wide, and then we parted.
He flew home a few days later and we didn’t see each other again until the
following year. But we talked every day.
Officially, we were still ‘just friends’. But as time went
by the elephant in the chat room became too big to ignore, and after a couple
of months there was an inevitable spilling of heartfelt beans.
Harry admitted that he had been half in love with me for
years. ‘Love at first chapter’ was how he later described it. His feelings for
me were what had given him the final impetus he needed to transition, against
tremendous social and family resistance, after a lifetime of gender dysphoria.
But he knew I was married, he assumed happily, so just to meet me was enough –
when I couldn’t manage London, it was he who had persuaded his friends to
travel further.
For myself, I had been deeply unhappy in my marriage for
over a decade. But I was raised that divorce is not an option when there are
children involved, and I had two boys. I’d long planned to leave once my
youngest reached 18, but that was still seven years away… Harry said he would
wait.
As it turned out, things didn’t work out that way. Once
feelings had been acknowledged, what had been a dreaded obligation for the last
ten years became completely intolerable. I could no longer sleep with my
husband.
Subsequent months were difficult, and messy. But at the end
of them, I was free. Free to follow my heart, which had no doubt of its
home.
Our first year as a proper ‘couple’, Harry and I were seldom
physically together, living many hundreds of miles apart. But Skype was our
friend and we were in each other’s company virtually all of the time. We woke,
showered, cooked and ate together; we brushed our teeth at the same time and
more often than not fell asleep with the Skype call still going.
Then, a little over a year ago, his ongoing health issues were
diagnosed as cancer, and we cut through remaining obstacles with a
determination based on the need to squeeze the maximum amount of ‘right’ into a
lifetime of ‘wrong’.
Since early last December, we were never apart for more than
an occasional hour or two. We got married, we had adventures, we made the most
of every moment of ‘perfect’ that we had found with each other.
Two weeks ago, I buried him in his favourite fandom tee,
under the shirt he’d been wearing the night we met.
My heart is breaking as I write this. He loved me so
completely, I breathed it in every time he exhaled. The air seems too thin now,
as if it can barely sustain me.
But I cannot feel sorry for myself. Or regret a single one
of the choices he led me to make. He often said that I was his angel;
especially as I took over more and more of his personal care. But he saved me.
I had given up on love. I wrote about it, but it was a
fictional thing to me.
Soulmates.
Pfffft.
But I found mine.
I found mine.
Thank you, Sherlock.
This is a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing and blessings to you, Verity Burns.
December 21, 2015
December 19, 2015
constancecream:
His Last Vow -A Summary by BBC...
His Last Vow -A Summary by BBC Three
Ugg. They are my heart (bbcthree that is).
December 16, 2015
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