Okay I was going through old posts and cleaning out my blog and came across this post I made the week after TST.
It’s a summary of all our meta and theories from that hiatus. And just reading it I just …. we are sooo much smarter than them. And our ideas were so great. Honestly. Don’t you guys ever doubt that you are capable of great things and have great ideas. You are all so intelligent.
I mean. Just read this and think. We did all that in one week. We took something that made no sense at all (and turned out to actually be shitty, lazy writing) and made something clever and brilliant out of it. And even though we didn’t get what we wanted, our ideas were still SOO much better than theirs. Read this and tell me that season 4 wouldn’t have been so much more interesting if we ended up being right.
ok so I’ve realised that when it comes to the Sherlock fandom there are two types of blogs:
1) The Sherlocks – the ones who come up with the theories and write the metas and find all the links between episodes and analyse everything and find the symbolism and metaphors and mirrors
2) The John Watsons – the ones who look on in amazement and make comments like “brilliant” and praise the others deductions and reblog everything.
i hope sherlock gets a dog and by that i mean i hope he gets a fucking ridiculous dog like a corgi / dachshund mix with 2 inch legs and floppy ears who makes funny noises and flops up and down when he sees a tennis ball and is completely useless in the line of casework and has a ridiculous name like Wallace-Binglebert and sherlock thinks this ridiculous dog is the most majestic beast on the face of the earth and parades him around and introduces him to Lestrade as his new colleague while doggo pees all over a crime scene but it doesn’t matter because sherlock loves his dog and he’s so proud of him. and he spends all his money on toys and The Very Best Food for his ridiculous dog and he’s just…. a really really proud doggo owner
The only reason I’m not worried about Season 4? That number up there.
See that number up there?
Just on AO3 alone there are nearly 100,000 works of fanfiction. That doesn’t include LJ or FFN or Wattpad. That doesn’t include fanart.
One of the biggest reasons I’m excited for Season 4? Seeing that number up there go up.
Because even if it disappoints you, even if it isn’t what you were hoping for, even if the ‘never been done before’ ends up being that Sherlock retires to Texas to become a rodeo clown who raises heirloom chickens in his spare time, I trust in fandom to make it right.
I trust in fandom.
I trust in our ability to fix it, twist it, reinvent it. I trust in our ability to subvert it, invert it, to make it lighter, to make it darker. I trust in our ability to take Sherlock, the rodeo clown, and make it WORK. I trust in our ability to take these characters and imagine them in a million different ways that I will never get tired of reading about.
This is not to minimize anyone’s hopes about S4. It’s not to minimize anyone’s fears. It’s just to say that I trust in us. I put my hopes in us. The only control we have is over what we create.
And I, for one, am intensely looking forward to what that is going to be.
Just came across this on our dash and it seems like a good time to reblog it.
UPDATE: We added 4,500 works since I blogged that in December. 4,500!!!!! We’re gonna be good guys. We’re gonna be great. The Sherlock Holmes fandom: going strong since 1887. ❤ ❤
Ponder suggested that he, @sincerely-chaos and I have chips with @consultingcas last night. It occurred to me that the chippie is 10 minutes from Gordon Square.
Because I have apparently chosen a certain path in life (literally), this led to us spending our evening tracing Sherlock and Faith’s steps. It occurred to the participants about five minutes in that logically this constituted a hen do.
The brown marker at the top of the map below is Gordon Square (the #suicidechips bus stop. The orange one in the bottom right is the bench where Sherlock chucks the gun into the river. The first ‘F’ isn’t shown on Mycroft’s camera map (inset) but if you zoom in you can see the rightmost tips of the ‘F’ and extrapolate the rest.
Here’s the #suicidechips scene from The Lying Detective. NB the bus stop was brought in by the Sherlock production team:
Normally a bench lives there. Note my arm with #suicidechips:
And… @consultingcas realised that she has a running tracker app!! Behold our evening’s peregrinations as recorded by it, though first we had to walk quite a way from Gordon Square to reach the ‘F’:
Spelling ‘FUCCK’ with two Cs is the result of a detour courtesy of London’s notoriously sprawling roadworks.
I worked near to this route when my bipolar was at its worst. And what did I spend my lunchbreaks doing? Trying to deal by racing around some of these very same streets, high. Or suicidally depressed. Or both at once. Therefore to inscribe FUCK OFF upon the streets in tribute to the show and fandom that helped keep me alive on the eve of marrying the man who helped keep me alive was deeply satisfying.
The next bit isn’t on Mycroft’s tracking map, but it’s the logical extrapolation of how Sherlock and Faith would get from the ‘F’ of ‘OFF’ to the bench, taking the straightest route:
And our final destination:
So that was an accidental hen do, with my intended and two fangirls.
Should anyone ever wish to attempt this same trek, the basic ‘FUCK OFF’ section was about 5.5km. I guess it’s about 10 if you walk all the way from Gordon Square to the bench.
Oh my god @pennypaperbrain you are amazing. What a great hen do. I’m glad you guys had a good time, and congratulations!
OMG THAT’S SO AWESOME
BRILLIANT
Sherlock: ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ
John: Sherlock no
Sherlock: ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ
John: *sighs*
John: ᕕ( ಠ_ಠ)ᕗ
When Rosie is ten, they move to Sussex. It’s only a semi-retirement Sherlock will commute into London if the case is a 7 or higher, everything else he can pretty much do from the comfort of his own home.
Rosie is brilliant as she grows and when she’s fourteen, she announces she’s going to be a Forensic Psychologist, despite several conversations she doesn’t budge. It’s no surprise when she has her pick of universities in London even without Uncle Mycroft’s meddling. Everyone is misty-eyed when she moves to London.
Sherlock worries immensely because he remembers his on uni days. After intense negotiations, John agrees it’s ‘reasonable’ to text her 3 times a day unprompted. The rule doesn’t matter because she texts them constantly, telling them about her day and asking about the things at home.
Rosie being Rosie immediately involves herself in a ton of extracurricular stuff. One of her groups volunteers regularly at soup kitchens. The first couple of times she’s volunteering there are a few people who stare a bit too hard at her. Finally, she snaps and asks one of the older women who have been staring for the past month what the hell their problem is. The woman laughs and only says “No different than your father then.”
Rosie ends up involved in the homeless network, except she’s even more approachable than Sherlock because she’s 5′3″ and inherited John’s friendly face and some of his jumpers (she know they’re hideous but she wears them when she needs a boost of courage. It’s not uncommon for her to wander around in a hideous jumper and a cashmere scarf during exams.)
Rosie’s heart shatters when a batch of tainted drugs gets sold and several of the people she’s grown to call friends, die. Sherlock comes up and discovers the source, it turns out to be a case full of murder and intrigue but even if it hadn’t been he could never stand her tears and would have come anyway.
Neither John nor Sherlock are really surprised when Rosie calls home one day and announces that after she finishes her Psychology degree she’s going to take a post-grad course in addiction studies.
Even though when she graduates it’s John who spends days gushing over how brilliant she is, it’s Sherlock’s quietly spoken “your heart would have been wasted on criminals” that lets her know she made the right decision.
i have spent the last 50 minutes browsing through steven moffat, OBE’s shooting script of The Blam!! What?? Eh? Vow and my dudes my guys my lads i have read fanfic that was SO MUCH BETTER, and i don’t mean i’ve read a fanfic or two that were even better than this Mighty Original, i mean i have read hundreds and hundreds of fics that had better planning better research and better writing. i’m confident when i say this dude couldn’t write the beautiful love story we thought we were watching if he tried and everything would have gone to shit from the start if they hadn’t had amazing actors directors and a production team that made their bullshitting and gay jokes look beautiful and basically. if they hurt you, you are better than them. you are so much better and you are the future goodbye
In case you’ve ever asked yourself: What color is John Watson’s hair?
It’s the color of a cable-knit jumper worn to a dimly-lit, obscure Italian restaurant. The color of windblown sand on a cloudy day in the dry, unforgiving desert. The color of pebbles and stones on the quiet shore of the Thames. The color of dust on the worn surface of an old medical textbook, sitting next to a microscope. The color of warm tea sipped peacefully in the early morning before heading to the clinic. The color of a narrow, leather sofa pushed against a wall that has been subjected to a tirade of bullets and yellow spray paint. The color of a small jacket brushing against a cane as it clicks against a path in Regent’s Park. The color of the riotous mop of curls on the head of the best and the wisest man that Dr. John Watson has ever known. And the color of his days when he thought he had lost that man forever…
Your description is scripture
Sherlock, preparing to shoot the wall: BORED!
John, holding out his hand for the gun: Is that what it’s called?
Sherlock, handing the gun over with a sigh: No
John, unloading the gun and locking it up: What’s it called?
Sherlock: An anxiety attack
John: Right and what shall we do about that?
Sherlock: A walk?
John: okay
Sherlock: okay
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