I can’t wait to publish this fic I’m working on at the moment. I genuinely can’t. I’m so excited about it. It’s so much fun! There is so much pining! There is so much angst! And I have a co-conspirator for a change! How much fun is that?
petition for ivyblossom and loudest-subtext to release more teaser trailers
“But John dying will become a music box in your mind palace. You’ll compose only a few bars before you have to shut it away in there, knowing where those thoughts are headed — where you’re headed — and then you’ll rarely open it. You’ll never wind it either, but that’s no obstacle for an imaginary music box: in your moments of despair it will play anyway. You’ll tear the key out and still it will play. So you’ll tell yourself, in a voice quite like Mycroft’s, that you can’t afford moments of despair. You’ve had a whole table for your plot to kill Moriarty, and the box will come to rest on the corner. You’ll make sure nothing can touch it. You’ll give the rest of the table your attention, and you’ll shift knick-knacks around a taxidermied fox until you can almost forget what lies just outside your peripheral vision.”
second person future tense represent
I’m not sure we can do many teaser trailers because it’s probably not quite long enough for that, but there you go!
MARY: So you realise that, er, Sherlock got us out here to see his mum and dad for a reason? JOHN (smiling): His lovely mum and dad. A fine example of married life. I get that. x
When it comes to the Holmes’ marriage being ‘a fine example of married life’ it occurred to…
What if Billy Wiggins is the “Sherlock’s half-sibling from their father’s affair”? What if he was named like Sherlock ( William) as a parallel between him and James Moriarty in the canon, who’s got a brother named like him?
And Mummy Holmes says:“I’m not absolutely sure why you’re here.” because she doesn’t recognize him.