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Sherlock Holmes
UM EXCUSE ME
I THINK I JUST HALLUCINATED MY IDEAL MOVIE
You guys you guys there was occultism and cravats and bustles and cunning disguises!! and explosions and fights with guns/swords/fists/RDJ's naked torso and DEDUCTION and SCIENCE and did I mention the cane and the hats and the drugging and the HANDCUFFS and WATSON OH MY GOD and the epic, epic lovesong to codependency and snark and transparent invitations for dirty weekends at Mycroft's country estate (sure, bring your wife along, whatever) and WHY DO I PUT UP WITH YOU and I SUPPOSE I'M GLAD YOU'RE NOT DEAD and WE AGREED THAT WAISTCOAT WAS TOO SMALL FOR YOU and DON'T GET EXCITED.
And I think I need to own the DVD just so I can rewatch the scene where Holmes is strolling around partially-dressed on the pentagram explaining the Four Orders and he trails his hand across Watson's shoulders in the most blatantly suggestive way and oh my god, I was expecting a nod to flirtation and buddycops &c. and instead they devoted an ENTIRE SUBPLOT to WATSON IS LEAVING AND HOLMES CANNOT COPE AND SO HE BRIBES FORTUNETELLERS TO TELL WATSON NOT TO GET MARRIED BECAUSE THEIR BOND IS THICKER THAN BLOOD OKAY. SHE WILL RUN TO FAT! THE WARTS, WILL THEY BE EXTENSIVE?
And the completely gratuitous dressing up as a doctor for no reason dsdhsjkdhsakjhd he was probably USELESS and Watson would have known IMMEDIATELY and now I want the fic where Watson starts naming imaginary diseases in order to try to catch him out.
And I don't know how they got away with the line soon my tongue will be dead and I'll be no use to you at all.
I loved Irene Adler to pieces and Mary was unexpectedly likable, and clearly a sensible gal who understood that Holmes was basically throwing a tantrum by way of marking his property. She's open to sharing his time! She wants to read the stories!
Ahem.
Aria! Emma! Sares! I demand fic featuring awesome ladyfolk and the long-suffering badassery of John Watson.
I THINK I JUST HALLUCINATED MY IDEAL MOVIE
You guys you guys there was occultism and cravats and bustles and cunning disguises!! and explosions and fights with guns/swords/fists/RDJ's naked torso and DEDUCTION and SCIENCE and did I mention the cane and the hats and the drugging and the HANDCUFFS and WATSON OH MY GOD and the epic, epic lovesong to codependency and snark and transparent invitations for dirty weekends at Mycroft's country estate (sure, bring your wife along, whatever) and WHY DO I PUT UP WITH YOU and I SUPPOSE I'M GLAD YOU'RE NOT DEAD and WE AGREED THAT WAISTCOAT WAS TOO SMALL FOR YOU and DON'T GET EXCITED.
And I think I need to own the DVD just so I can rewatch the scene where Holmes is strolling around partially-dressed on the pentagram explaining the Four Orders and he trails his hand across Watson's shoulders in the most blatantly suggestive way and oh my god, I was expecting a nod to flirtation and buddycops &c. and instead they devoted an ENTIRE SUBPLOT to WATSON IS LEAVING AND HOLMES CANNOT COPE AND SO HE BRIBES FORTUNETELLERS TO TELL WATSON NOT TO GET MARRIED BECAUSE THEIR BOND IS THICKER THAN BLOOD OKAY. SHE WILL RUN TO FAT! THE WARTS, WILL THEY BE EXTENSIVE?
And the completely gratuitous dressing up as a doctor for no reason dsdhsjkdhsakjhd he was probably USELESS and Watson would have known IMMEDIATELY and now I want the fic where Watson starts naming imaginary diseases in order to try to catch him out.
And I don't know how they got away with the line soon my tongue will be dead and I'll be no use to you at all.
I loved Irene Adler to pieces and Mary was unexpectedly likable, and clearly a sensible gal who understood that Holmes was basically throwing a tantrum by way of marking his property. She's open to sharing his time! She wants to read the stories!
Ahem.
Aria! Emma! Sares! I demand fic featuring awesome ladyfolk and the long-suffering badassery of John Watson.

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So, how's the end of the year working out for you? :D
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I am kind of madly in love with Irene and Mary, in fact! And I demand fic of myself, too. And also of Emma, although not of Sares because she must be held at gunpoint to actually write things most of the time. Though if she did I would LOVE IT. Anyway. :DDD
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Didn't even pick up on the Mary and her novels thing, OMG OMG. I can't wait for the next movie.
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