Fuck's sake fuck's sake WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE NOT QUITE THERE YET?! Excuse me, I need to go figure out how to unwrap my hands from around the edge of my seat...
I found this fic yesterday on the sherlockbbc-fic. And it's awesome. (I can't believe my luck in finding this just the day before you updated - although now it's ending in a cliffhanger.) I like how you modernise the elements of Sherlock into Swan Lake, especially with the interpretation of the ball.
I think my favourite scene is when rugby!Mike smashes the cage though. :)
Mine's the photo album scene. ^.^ First time ever my own writing made me cry. I remember thinking it up, and then I had to wait a few minutes to start writing it because my eyes were watering so badly I couldn't see the keyboard.
John's first night in Sherlock's bedroom hit me hard, too, but not as hard as that damned photo album.
thank you, thank you for the double post, because I seriously needed more of this story. It's one of the best fics I have read for this 'verse and I honestly do hope that everytime I log onto LJ that there is more of this story waiting in my inbox. This chapter punched me in the gut and of course left us with a great cliffhanger. I hope the next chapter is going to come along soon, I'll be watching my inbox. :) ♥♥♥
I couldn't, simply couldn't let John kiss Moran all unawares and stupid-like. No. He's known Sherlock LITERALLY for Sherlock's entire life. He's watched him grow and learn and evolve, he's seen him with chicken pox and with strep throat, he's seen him jump up and down in the air brandishing his brand new issue of Sandman in its protective plastic cover. He learned to waltz with Sherlock, pretended to be dead in increasingly ludicrous scenarios for Sherlock, participated in kitchen-centric disasters with Sherlock. There is NO FUCKING WAY he wouldn't know a fake from the genuine article.
WAAAHHHH! OH MY GOD!! NOOOO! JOHN, THANK GOD!! JIM, MORAN, YOU DIRTY TWISTED FUCKS!! SHERLOCK, OH GOD NO. OH JAMMIT, MY HEART!! ^ Thus, my general reaction to your posts. I need some happy soon, dear! Please help, or the shards of heart that I have left from the SH:AGOS ending may break as well. Lovely and awesome and [insert incandescently brilliant-type adjective here] as always!
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Dayum, individual! Those are some serious skills!
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and actually I'd done my nose-typing earlier that evening, to make my phone go to flashlight mode with gloves on. Yes, I fucking rock.
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See! I knew you had mad skillz yo. (I vow never to write those words in public again.)
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I think my favourite scene is when rugby!Mike smashes the cage though. :)
tl;dr: love this fic.
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John's first night in Sherlock's bedroom hit me hard, too, but not as hard as that damned photo album.
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DOUBLE POST!!! WHEEEEEE!!
OH GOD OH GOD
JOHN! YES! YOU FIGURED IT OUT!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM MORAN
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
YAY!
[And finally]
NO OMG WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S THE END OF THE CHAPTER?!?!?!
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So I made him figure it out.
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NEW HEAD CANON CREATED.
You-you do mean Neil Gaiman Sandman, right? Riiiight?
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OH MY GOD!!
NOOOO!
JOHN, THANK GOD!!
JIM, MORAN, YOU DIRTY TWISTED FUCKS!!
SHERLOCK, OH GOD NO.
OH JAMMIT, MY HEART!!
^ Thus, my general reaction to your posts. I need some happy soon, dear! Please help, or the shards of heart that I have left from the SH:AGOS ending may break as well. Lovely and awesome and [insert incandescently brilliant-type adjective here] as always!
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