So, umm... this is not a
vividcon vid. *blushes*
Under normal circumstances, I'd wait until after
vividcon weekend to post my vid, but, you see, my last vid was posted way back on April (!!!), so I really wanted to share another one as soon as possible. Plus, today we'll have the Sherlock finale, and I really wanted to post it before that, otherwise I'll regret not waiting for it (well, I kind of already do).
Well, I don't think I need to tell anyone about my Holmes obsession... or the fact that I'm currently in love with the new BBC series... (if you didn't know it already, then you do now) So I'm just gonna go right ahead and share the vid. :)
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ana_br Song: "Crying lightning" by the Arctic Monkeys
Fandom: Sherlock
Category: fast-paced, action, POV
Spoilers Through: The Blind Banker (Ep 2)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Summary:John has never met anyone like Sherlock Holmes.
"I had no idea that such individuals exist outside of stories" (Dr. John Watson, "A Study in Scarlet")
AN: My first vid using Final Cut Pro!!!!! ♥ I'm having a great time using it, but I'll admit I sometimes miss my trusty companion, Vegas. *sniff*
I've had more than a few problems... But it was exactly like that when I started with Vegas back in the day, so no worries there, I'm still getting used to it.
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LYRICS:
Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said you're mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you, thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
And your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninvitin' but not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called crying