So I just finished reading gyzym's 'An Avalanche of Detour Signs' and oh my God, I now ship Lestrade/Molly like you would not believe. Like burning.

And it also appears to have reignited my raging crush on Rupert Graves. Ugh. I totally fancied him in Maurice but he is way hotter older. Silver hair, mmmm.

I'm not a huge fan of Sherlock - I was perhaps in the small part of fandom that did not fall head over heels for it, Benedict Cumberbatch or Martin Freeman - but I did enjoy it. And I was surprisingly looking forward to it last night.

( And it did not let me down... )

I keep forgetting it's on and having to download it the next day. Doh!

And Rupert Graves is in tomorrow's episode too, so I definitely don't want to forget that. Although I have a sneaking suspicion he's playing the Murderer of the Week.

He seems to be popping up everywhere at the moment, doesn't he? I watched Maurice over the weekend, and oh ( Read more... )

I love, for example, how it seems as though half my flist is watching Maurice. Because half my flist loves Sherlock and half of that half have fallen in love with Lestrade, and since that means Sherlock/Lestrade slash, that means people are watching Maurice wherein Rupert Graves romps naked with James Wilby.

See? I love the way fandom's mind works

These are from a 1987 Merchant Ivory film, Maurice, based on the book of the same name by E.M. Forster. It stars James Wilby, Rupert Graves and a young and ridiculously cute Hugh Grant. It's about two young men, Hall (Wilby) and Durham (Grant), who fall in love during the pre-war years at Cambridge. Durham struggles with his feelings and eventually ( Read more... )