and i said dangerous, and here you are
Oh god lassies and lads I am dying
DYING
On my tombstone they will write
'here lies Sara
killed at age twenty by her midyear finals
because she was busy writing Sherlock fanfic
instead of cramming'
That said:
SHERLOCK RECLIST. Stripped down to its bare essentials because my bookmarks for this fandom are hello huge, and I apparently can't be arsed to tell you of all the whys and wherefores of each - and so here's a much, much reduced one-list of the best of the best, the white-gold among all the gorgeous silver, la crème de la crème de la crème /etcetc.
in my opinion, anyway
∞ le fic
the paradox series, by wordstrings.
Sherlock/John | NC-17 | 50,000 words and counting
Okay. So. About this.
It goes like this: if you have to be recced one thing in this fandom, it's this. If you have to read one thing in this fandom, it's this. If there is one thing that Sherlock fandom will unanimously tell you is amazing, it's this. wordstrings stages a relationship between a man who is very, very ordinary, despite having gone to war, and a man who is quite genuinely cracked, who is more than a little insane, and very literally madly in love, and she does it brilliantly. She does it with splendid, beautiful, beautiful writing, and such raw, amazing emotions, that you will cry and laugh and be absolutely swept apart by the end of it. My words are all wrong (this is starting out well), but I really do not know how to describe this properly, how to make this worthy of it somehow, this magnificent hurricane of a series. It's dysfunctional, and painful, and earth-shattering, and utterly, mindblowingly gorgeous. Whether or not you're into Sherlock, whether or not you even ship Sherlock/John - do yourself a favour and read this. It is, to this day, a Truly Amazing Thing.
Excerpt, because a thing of beauty needs to be retold again and again: John Watson has a scar on his shoulder that's a map of something, and one day Sherlock Holmes will find out what it is. John Watson looks ten years younger when he smiles. John Watson can shoot a gun like it grew out of the end of his arm. John Watson knows when things are good, and he's the one who gave him the blood in the first place, so it must be fine, everything's fine. It's almost as if someone understands him. And better than that, it's exactly as if someone is finally trying. If John Watson was a bit bigger, Sherlock thinks hazily, then he'd be proportionally more good and more warm as well, that's simply science, and then no one overseas would ever have shot at him because they'd have seen what he was at a distance, and they couldn't have done it. Thank god he is so small. And they missed it. Or he might never have come to London.
Note: there are five installments of this so far, but it isn't strictly a PWP - it is quite entire as it is, and every new section only brings something shinier and delicious to add to the story. Also, every part but the last has been podficced by Fayjay/pandarus - these are strongly recommended as well, as her Sherlock voice is lovely like a lovely thing.
space travel, by candle_beck
Sherlock/John | R | 5,000 words
Oh, the space imagery - candle_beck creates an entire universe, all galaxies and stars and oxygen and gas giants, creates a relationship that is all addiction and breathlessness, creates a John who has, in her words, a wire come loose in his brain - it's such beautiful style, right there, such control with her words, circles upon circles and space shuttles and meteors in Baker Street, ♥♥♥ mmmm.
Excerpt: When Sherlock returned, it was like he brought gravity in with him. John snapped back into himself, his feet firmly on the ground. There was oxygen here, and sunlight. He could breathe without thinking about it. In his head ran a lovely little chorus: home at last, home at last.
Note: also podficced, by the author.
it's not the violin, by sam_storyteller /copperbadge
Gen | R | 3,000 words or so
This, right there, was my first experience in Sherlock fandom. copperbadge's fanfiction has always been some of my favourite ever, and this, which features Sherlock Holmes playing Lady Gaga on the violin and John Watson with a blog and singing Hotel California in the shower (that alone was enough to sell it for me, really) was a fantastic introduction to the series - a blend of everything that is good and right in-fandom, all talented and delightfully clever writing and beautiful songs and genuinely dark creepiness at times and, across it all, the friendship of a lifetime.
Excerpt: John propped an elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his chin in his cupped palm as he listened. He didn't quite catch when Sherlock modulated away from Lady Gaga and into something else, slower and more contemplative, but Sherlock simply kept playing, switching from tune to tune across the chords. John gave up on propriety and dropped his head to the arm of the sofa, pulling his legs up under him, closing his eyes.
Note: more podfic, by pandarus.
the shape i found you in & sequel lay me down, by irisbleufic and moony
Sherlock/John | NC-17 in all | 7,500 and 17,000 words, respectively
Token fandom letter!fic. Except not. Because this is Sherlock, and Sherlock, and John, and of course they wouldn't write each other letters despite the fact that one is in Stockholm and the other in London - so this is really a emails&texts!fic, and its sequel, which deals with the aftermath and is generally a lot hotter, Sweden or no Sweden (mm cinnamon buns) (yes, really). I admit to liking The Shape I Found You In better, generally, despite the general loveliness, if tinged oddly with desperation, that is Lay Me Down - but the first installment of this is tentative and shy and awkward and beautiful and happy in ways I can't exactly explain, just this infinite joy buoying out of every word, and by the end of reading it I was standing on my chair and shouting OH MY GOD THIS IS BRILLIANT - and it is. It really, really is.
Excerpt: Yes, you've been gone a week. In that time I've tidied the flat, held an hourlong conversation with a skull, taken Mrs Hudson to dinner (and the waiter assumed it was a date, I think I need to get more bloody sleep), disposed of the turtle carcass you had in the vegetable drawer in the fridge because it was beginning to make everything smell of turtle, arranged your LPs alphabetically, got the shopping, hoovered your bedroom (you have an awful lot of books about bees, why), got a haircut, and caught up on Eastenders (not one bloody word). If anyone's bored it's quite obviously me.
rate of change, by ristrettoette
Sherlock/John-ish | PG | 2,500 words
This is, so far, one of the only second-person Sherlock fic I've found. I've a fondness for second-person perspective - it can be screwed over really really fast, but when the rhythm and the style are just right, they're usually some of the most beautiful and gratifying stories I come across. This falls into that category, and it all but blew me away - the author's shaping of her words - the superb characterization, oh Sherlock - the delicate images threaded into the narrative, all moments diffused with colour - it's a kind of magic, in a way, and it's masterfully executed. It sounds like music.
Excerpt: All the same, Mycroft fails to understand. You are more like a stained glass window, in the peace of your own head; or rather, like a sequence: the Annunciation, or the stations of the Cross, spread out on separate panes. In sum, some narrative is present. But in each perfect scene the whole world hangs like clockwork paused for an instant: still, precise, complete.
Note: podfic by schiarire.
set down your glass, by shadings
Harry/Clara | PG-13 | 6,800 words
As I said: I've a fondness for second-person perspective fics. But what took me in in this was actually the characterization - strangely enough, for a pairing fic for two characters that haven't even appeared in the series (yet). I was entirely carried away, and most of it became my headcanon for Harry Watson - it's, again, difficult to put into words, because what matters about this isn't the style (though excellent) or even the plot itself (self-described as soon as you read the headers). It's the story of someone who doesn't like herself much, and takes to drink because of it, and nearly loses the love of her life - that, the little things, the slow progression back of Harry's return to Clara, or possibly Clara's return to Harry, is what makes the story into such a treat to read. Also; what little we see of John is absolutely delightful - something blew me away with that characterization, it really did.
Excerpt: Onscreen, people are screaming numbers. You lean back into the sofa, swirling a bottle. The camera zooms in on a couple kissing. You grip that bottle tight, tighter, as if you're afraid it would slip out of your grasp. Maybe that would be a good thing, if it smashed to pieces on the floor. Maybe the noise of it would startle you, wake you up from this perpetual dream-like atmosphere your life has taken on lately.
the anatomist, by rosa_acicularis
Gen | R | 20,000 words or so
Oooooh man, this. This is just. You have to take the premise - Molly is in fact Jim's sister, and Moriarty is their code name. Then the gorgeous style, the superb characterization, the messed-up timeline; everything about this is done with intent, with meaning, and you don't get to understand this Molly entirely, never really. This is very, very creepy, and yet I was fascinated by the way Molly, despite being a criminal mastermind, always seems absolutely sincere - with Carl Powers, with Sherlock, with Sebastian, with her brother. Their relationship as siblings is fucked up every which way, but this is everything I'd like to see Molly be, in-series, maybe not so much evillady but as a character with guts and feeling.
Excerpt: Their name was not Moriarty, not then. Moriarty is a cypher, a small piece of a larger puzzle; Jim chooses it when they are twelve, after their mother dies and their father is sent away and they become peniless orphans, like in a storybook. He writes the name above the creased fold of a brown paper bag, the nearest paper to hand. His pen shakes, excitement like a flame behind his eyes.
the dangerous book for boys, by orange_crushed ( un, deux, trois, quatre)
Sherlock/John | PG-13 | 9,000 words-ish | AU
AU. College AU. And it's awesome, I kid you not. orange_crushed's style is lovely, all delicate descriptions and feelings, all short pieces of scenes she's sewn together into a greater story. Sherlock and John's friendship, which does not quite come by as easily as in the series, feels nonetheless very natural and real, and really, quite frankly, it is their youth that drew me in - that they are students, with the struggles of college life and lectures and homework, all mixed up with the actual criminal cases Sherlock (yes, already) is getting himself muddled in, and the inevitable Moriarty and wink back to TGG. Their little texts/emails are stupidly sweet - and Lestrade gets a thumbs up for being apparently one of the best school directors ever.
Excerpt: They eat their lunch ("On the house," Mr Papaioannou insists, sliding a stuffed plastic bag across the counter at Sherlock, God knows why) in the park, sitting on top of a bench covered in half-hearted graffiti about someone named Sherri. John throws his crusts to the pigeons, and Sherlock talks nonstop. First it's a lecture on the nervous and various peccadilloes of the teachers John's going to meet, and then it's about his latest project to determine the source of the smell in the locker next to his (hence the decomposing sandwiches) and then, finally, it's about the people passing by. It ought to be weird but it isn't.
the whore of babylon was a perfectly nice girl, by out_there
Sherlock/John | NC-17 | 33,000 words
Possibly the best interpretation of John I've seen in fandom, and a serious train of thought about Sherlock and sex and drugs, and how the one can be (and, in this case, is) related to the other. Everything turns about him, John and Mycroft with opposing interests, and the slow uncovering of Sherlock's past relationships and general attitude towards John - everything is well thought-out and believable, everything so well-written and acutely real. And yet beyond all the plot and all the character study there is in this, I think what I love best about this are the more domestic moments, in which everything is calm and still and sweet - the making of omelets in the morning and the reading late at night and the trip to Paris. (♥)
Excerpt: It's one of those soft, water-coloured moments that John wants to remember. It feels like a secret moment carved out of time, too quiet to be London, all golden lamplight and this bed. It's just the two of them. The regular rise of Sherlock's chest under John's head, the wheeze of air in his lungs, the familiar heartbeat and various gurgles of a living body. John's bare skin and the way Sherlock fits against him, warm and easy through the thin layer of pyjamas. The careless brush of Sherlock's hand against his back, only pausing when Sherlock needs to turn a page.
Note: more podfic!
∞ le art
sadynax's utterly adorable babies!series ( 0,5; 1; 2; 3; 4; 5), featuring almost every SH verse from Granada to '09 to BBC to Russian!series (yes, seriously) - plus an only!BBC sort-of prologue (1 & 2)
angrybeige needs no introduction, I trust.
Neither does mycroftpoppins, for that matter.
madtenka's gallery, which is all kinds of beautiful (I like 'vacant' especially, it's got quite a lovely feel.)
zenyr, especially Lazy Synday, because - yes cuddling - oh, sweet.
pennies_4_eyes, who began a gorgeous-looking comic some weeks back but seems to have discontinued it, and works in the Granada, '09 and BBC 'verses, plus a dash of ACD canon. (Gosh, but I love that picture.)
∞ le misc
morelindo 's 'a study in appreciation', which analyses parts (not quite everything, but it did a good job of rounding up some of my thoughts on the matter and giving them depth) of Martin Freeman's interpretation of John Watson.
moony's kissing meme: over 500 comments, fic & art intermingled, and some gorgeous, gorgeous stuff.
Down The Rabbit Hole
First Sherlock vid I ever saw, back when I had just read copperbadge's It's Not The Violin and was hesitantly seeking out the trailer on YT - it fascinated me, possibly because of the - oh hello eleventh doctor - music, and gave me chills down my back. It still does.
A Study In Time
Very, very classic Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover vid. Perfectly edited, and perfectly believable.
Unattached
Mostly for the pleasure of words and shadow silhouettes. And voices.
Bad Influence
Love, love, love the atmosphere of this. John's little FML moment is just. spot. on.
Goodbye Apathy
Interesting viewpoint on John. Distinctly John/Sherlock.
Get Your Coat
Vid that is utterly, completely, and entirely focused on The Coat. Yes, seriously.
Fields Of Blood
The editing of this one is spectacular.
Also: I am currently reading Strangers, from the sherlockbigbang , which might very well make its way in here - I've only gotten around to the first part so far, but it is awesome, and it'll keep so, I hope. And because this fandom constantly surprises me, there will probably be updates to this list, whether older fics I think ought to be in there or newer gems, along the way.
Thank you for your time, folks ♥
DYING
On my tombstone they will write
'here lies Sara
killed at age twenty by her midyear finals
because she was busy writing Sherlock fanfic
instead of cramming'
That said:
SHERLOCK RECLIST. Stripped down to its bare essentials because my bookmarks for this fandom are hello huge, and I apparently can't be arsed to tell you of all the whys and wherefores of each - and so here's a much, much reduced one-list of the best of the best, the white-gold among all the gorgeous silver, la crème de la crème de la crème /etcetc.
in my opinion, anyway
∞ le fic
the paradox series, by wordstrings.
Sherlock/John | NC-17 | 50,000 words and counting
Okay. So. About this.
It goes like this: if you have to be recced one thing in this fandom, it's this. If you have to read one thing in this fandom, it's this. If there is one thing that Sherlock fandom will unanimously tell you is amazing, it's this. wordstrings stages a relationship between a man who is very, very ordinary, despite having gone to war, and a man who is quite genuinely cracked, who is more than a little insane, and very literally madly in love, and she does it brilliantly. She does it with splendid, beautiful, beautiful writing, and such raw, amazing emotions, that you will cry and laugh and be absolutely swept apart by the end of it. My words are all wrong (this is starting out well), but I really do not know how to describe this properly, how to make this worthy of it somehow, this magnificent hurricane of a series. It's dysfunctional, and painful, and earth-shattering, and utterly, mindblowingly gorgeous. Whether or not you're into Sherlock, whether or not you even ship Sherlock/John - do yourself a favour and read this. It is, to this day, a Truly Amazing Thing.
Excerpt, because a thing of beauty needs to be retold again and again: John Watson has a scar on his shoulder that's a map of something, and one day Sherlock Holmes will find out what it is. John Watson looks ten years younger when he smiles. John Watson can shoot a gun like it grew out of the end of his arm. John Watson knows when things are good, and he's the one who gave him the blood in the first place, so it must be fine, everything's fine. It's almost as if someone understands him. And better than that, it's exactly as if someone is finally trying. If John Watson was a bit bigger, Sherlock thinks hazily, then he'd be proportionally more good and more warm as well, that's simply science, and then no one overseas would ever have shot at him because they'd have seen what he was at a distance, and they couldn't have done it. Thank god he is so small. And they missed it. Or he might never have come to London.
Note: there are five installments of this so far, but it isn't strictly a PWP - it is quite entire as it is, and every new section only brings something shinier and delicious to add to the story. Also, every part but the last has been podficced by Fayjay/pandarus - these are strongly recommended as well, as her Sherlock voice is lovely like a lovely thing.
space travel, by candle_beck
Sherlock/John | R | 5,000 words
Oh, the space imagery - candle_beck creates an entire universe, all galaxies and stars and oxygen and gas giants, creates a relationship that is all addiction and breathlessness, creates a John who has, in her words, a wire come loose in his brain - it's such beautiful style, right there, such control with her words, circles upon circles and space shuttles and meteors in Baker Street, ♥♥♥ mmmm.
Excerpt: When Sherlock returned, it was like he brought gravity in with him. John snapped back into himself, his feet firmly on the ground. There was oxygen here, and sunlight. He could breathe without thinking about it. In his head ran a lovely little chorus: home at last, home at last.
Note: also podficced, by the author.
it's not the violin, by sam_storyteller /copperbadge
Gen | R | 3,000 words or so
This, right there, was my first experience in Sherlock fandom. copperbadge's fanfiction has always been some of my favourite ever, and this, which features Sherlock Holmes playing Lady Gaga on the violin and John Watson with a blog and singing Hotel California in the shower (that alone was enough to sell it for me, really) was a fantastic introduction to the series - a blend of everything that is good and right in-fandom, all talented and delightfully clever writing and beautiful songs and genuinely dark creepiness at times and, across it all, the friendship of a lifetime.
Excerpt: John propped an elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his chin in his cupped palm as he listened. He didn't quite catch when Sherlock modulated away from Lady Gaga and into something else, slower and more contemplative, but Sherlock simply kept playing, switching from tune to tune across the chords. John gave up on propriety and dropped his head to the arm of the sofa, pulling his legs up under him, closing his eyes.
Note: more podfic, by pandarus.
the shape i found you in & sequel lay me down, by irisbleufic and moony
Sherlock/John | NC-17 in all | 7,500 and 17,000 words, respectively
Token fandom letter!fic. Except not. Because this is Sherlock, and Sherlock, and John, and of course they wouldn't write each other letters despite the fact that one is in Stockholm and the other in London - so this is really a emails&texts!fic, and its sequel, which deals with the aftermath and is generally a lot hotter, Sweden or no Sweden (mm cinnamon buns) (yes, really). I admit to liking The Shape I Found You In better, generally, despite the general loveliness, if tinged oddly with desperation, that is Lay Me Down - but the first installment of this is tentative and shy and awkward and beautiful and happy in ways I can't exactly explain, just this infinite joy buoying out of every word, and by the end of reading it I was standing on my chair and shouting OH MY GOD THIS IS BRILLIANT - and it is. It really, really is.
Excerpt: Yes, you've been gone a week. In that time I've tidied the flat, held an hourlong conversation with a skull, taken Mrs Hudson to dinner (and the waiter assumed it was a date, I think I need to get more bloody sleep), disposed of the turtle carcass you had in the vegetable drawer in the fridge because it was beginning to make everything smell of turtle, arranged your LPs alphabetically, got the shopping, hoovered your bedroom (you have an awful lot of books about bees, why), got a haircut, and caught up on Eastenders (not one bloody word). If anyone's bored it's quite obviously me.
rate of change, by ristrettoette
Sherlock/John-ish | PG | 2,500 words
This is, so far, one of the only second-person Sherlock fic I've found. I've a fondness for second-person perspective - it can be screwed over really really fast, but when the rhythm and the style are just right, they're usually some of the most beautiful and gratifying stories I come across. This falls into that category, and it all but blew me away - the author's shaping of her words - the superb characterization, oh Sherlock - the delicate images threaded into the narrative, all moments diffused with colour - it's a kind of magic, in a way, and it's masterfully executed. It sounds like music.
Excerpt: All the same, Mycroft fails to understand. You are more like a stained glass window, in the peace of your own head; or rather, like a sequence: the Annunciation, or the stations of the Cross, spread out on separate panes. In sum, some narrative is present. But in each perfect scene the whole world hangs like clockwork paused for an instant: still, precise, complete.
Note: podfic by schiarire.
set down your glass, by shadings
Harry/Clara | PG-13 | 6,800 words
As I said: I've a fondness for second-person perspective fics. But what took me in in this was actually the characterization - strangely enough, for a pairing fic for two characters that haven't even appeared in the series (yet). I was entirely carried away, and most of it became my headcanon for Harry Watson - it's, again, difficult to put into words, because what matters about this isn't the style (though excellent) or even the plot itself (self-described as soon as you read the headers). It's the story of someone who doesn't like herself much, and takes to drink because of it, and nearly loses the love of her life - that, the little things, the slow progression back of Harry's return to Clara, or possibly Clara's return to Harry, is what makes the story into such a treat to read. Also; what little we see of John is absolutely delightful - something blew me away with that characterization, it really did.
Excerpt: Onscreen, people are screaming numbers. You lean back into the sofa, swirling a bottle. The camera zooms in on a couple kissing. You grip that bottle tight, tighter, as if you're afraid it would slip out of your grasp. Maybe that would be a good thing, if it smashed to pieces on the floor. Maybe the noise of it would startle you, wake you up from this perpetual dream-like atmosphere your life has taken on lately.
the anatomist, by rosa_acicularis
Gen | R | 20,000 words or so
Oooooh man, this. This is just. You have to take the premise - Molly is in fact Jim's sister, and Moriarty is their code name. Then the gorgeous style, the superb characterization, the messed-up timeline; everything about this is done with intent, with meaning, and you don't get to understand this Molly entirely, never really. This is very, very creepy, and yet I was fascinated by the way Molly, despite being a criminal mastermind, always seems absolutely sincere - with Carl Powers, with Sherlock, with Sebastian, with her brother. Their relationship as siblings is fucked up every which way, but this is everything I'd like to see Molly be, in-series, maybe not so much evillady but as a character with guts and feeling.
Excerpt: Their name was not Moriarty, not then. Moriarty is a cypher, a small piece of a larger puzzle; Jim chooses it when they are twelve, after their mother dies and their father is sent away and they become peniless orphans, like in a storybook. He writes the name above the creased fold of a brown paper bag, the nearest paper to hand. His pen shakes, excitement like a flame behind his eyes.
the dangerous book for boys, by orange_crushed ( un, deux, trois, quatre)
Sherlock/John | PG-13 | 9,000 words-ish | AU
AU. College AU. And it's awesome, I kid you not. orange_crushed's style is lovely, all delicate descriptions and feelings, all short pieces of scenes she's sewn together into a greater story. Sherlock and John's friendship, which does not quite come by as easily as in the series, feels nonetheless very natural and real, and really, quite frankly, it is their youth that drew me in - that they are students, with the struggles of college life and lectures and homework, all mixed up with the actual criminal cases Sherlock (yes, already) is getting himself muddled in, and the inevitable Moriarty and wink back to TGG. Their little texts/emails are stupidly sweet - and Lestrade gets a thumbs up for being apparently one of the best school directors ever.
Excerpt: They eat their lunch ("On the house," Mr Papaioannou insists, sliding a stuffed plastic bag across the counter at Sherlock, God knows why) in the park, sitting on top of a bench covered in half-hearted graffiti about someone named Sherri. John throws his crusts to the pigeons, and Sherlock talks nonstop. First it's a lecture on the nervous and various peccadilloes of the teachers John's going to meet, and then it's about his latest project to determine the source of the smell in the locker next to his (hence the decomposing sandwiches) and then, finally, it's about the people passing by. It ought to be weird but it isn't.
the whore of babylon was a perfectly nice girl, by out_there
Sherlock/John | NC-17 | 33,000 words
Possibly the best interpretation of John I've seen in fandom, and a serious train of thought about Sherlock and sex and drugs, and how the one can be (and, in this case, is) related to the other. Everything turns about him, John and Mycroft with opposing interests, and the slow uncovering of Sherlock's past relationships and general attitude towards John - everything is well thought-out and believable, everything so well-written and acutely real. And yet beyond all the plot and all the character study there is in this, I think what I love best about this are the more domestic moments, in which everything is calm and still and sweet - the making of omelets in the morning and the reading late at night and the trip to Paris. (♥)
Excerpt: It's one of those soft, water-coloured moments that John wants to remember. It feels like a secret moment carved out of time, too quiet to be London, all golden lamplight and this bed. It's just the two of them. The regular rise of Sherlock's chest under John's head, the wheeze of air in his lungs, the familiar heartbeat and various gurgles of a living body. John's bare skin and the way Sherlock fits against him, warm and easy through the thin layer of pyjamas. The careless brush of Sherlock's hand against his back, only pausing when Sherlock needs to turn a page.
Note: more podfic!
∞ le art
sadynax's utterly adorable babies!series ( 0,5; 1; 2; 3; 4; 5), featuring almost every SH verse from Granada to '09 to BBC to Russian!series (yes, seriously) - plus an only!BBC sort-of prologue (1 & 2)
angrybeige needs no introduction, I trust.
Neither does mycroftpoppins, for that matter.
madtenka's gallery, which is all kinds of beautiful (I like 'vacant' especially, it's got quite a lovely feel.)
zenyr, especially Lazy Synday, because - yes cuddling - oh, sweet.
pennies_4_eyes, who began a gorgeous-looking comic some weeks back but seems to have discontinued it, and works in the Granada, '09 and BBC 'verses, plus a dash of ACD canon. (Gosh, but I love that picture.)
∞ le misc
morelindo 's 'a study in appreciation', which analyses parts (not quite everything, but it did a good job of rounding up some of my thoughts on the matter and giving them depth) of Martin Freeman's interpretation of John Watson.
moony's kissing meme: over 500 comments, fic & art intermingled, and some gorgeous, gorgeous stuff.
Down The Rabbit Hole
First Sherlock vid I ever saw, back when I had just read copperbadge's It's Not The Violin and was hesitantly seeking out the trailer on YT - it fascinated me, possibly because of the - oh hello eleventh doctor - music, and gave me chills down my back. It still does.
A Study In Time
Very, very classic Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover vid. Perfectly edited, and perfectly believable.
Unattached
Mostly for the pleasure of words and shadow silhouettes. And voices.
Bad Influence
Love, love, love the atmosphere of this. John's little FML moment is just. spot. on.
Goodbye Apathy
Interesting viewpoint on John. Distinctly John/Sherlock.
Get Your Coat
Vid that is utterly, completely, and entirely focused on The Coat. Yes, seriously.
Fields Of Blood
The editing of this one is spectacular.
Also: I am currently reading Strangers, from the sherlockbigbang , which might very well make its way in here - I've only gotten around to the first part so far, but it is awesome, and it'll keep so, I hope. And because this fandom constantly surprises me, there will probably be updates to this list, whether older fics I think ought to be in there or newer gems, along the way.
Thank you for your time, folks ♥