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Amanda’s comment on Johnlock-fanart

skittyblackfire:

It’s weird that she’s making the absolute valid point of not putting that out in the open, forcing it upon other people who’re not shippers, making it a inextricably part of Sherlock, while it’s not official canon (it wouldn’t be as much fun as it was, would it?), but at the same time being backed-up by and close friends with Caithlin Moran, who forced it in that Q&A of the first episode viewing last December…
If they don’t want it to be part of Sherlock, then shut the fuck up about it. Don’t print it out and read it out loud by the actors! :O

Even more so, they included fanfic in the canon with Andersons’ “The Empty Hearse" club. Do they like fanfic, do they hate it, do they look down upon it, or do they appreciate the amount of dedication and love they get?

I do agree that we should be carefull with it, because there is no argument against that one about their children googling their parents and shouldn’t see certain explicit fan-art. That’s just true.
(That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make it! Just protect it, also for our own sake, from the mean and/or ignorant outside world!)

I also think you should never stop creating, and that fantasizing is a good practice for real life. Also, like The Three Patch Podcast once discussed, it has an educational function. You can’t be against all that, it’s only all such a private and personal experience, which is dangerous to share on the internet. Dangerous for yourself and for others. It’s a delicate matter we’re talking about here. I think it’s good that you have to make a profile with a password and all to be able to read and post the explicit fanfics on those specific websites. We should maintain that!

What do you think? I’m a bit confused by all this discussion. All those fans, now terribly angry with our beloved Amanda, or viciously protecting her. It’s just weird!

To be honest, I think she’s fear-mongering a bit. As other posters have pointed out, their kids don’t have to go on the internet to see their dad’s ballsack or see him fucking another man; he already did all of that on camera. Googling Martin Freeman doesn’t bury you in gay porn, and there’s always the magic of safe-search. Or, you know, keeping an eye on your kids on the internet. Or actually explaining shit to them. “Yeah, some people draw odd things because they like it, don’t google your dad with words like ‘gay porn yaoi fuckfest’ and don’t click the nsfw tags.”

And personally? I feel a bit betrayed. What’s apparently being forgotten in this mess is that all those creepy crazy perv fans are the same ones who stood up for Amanda multiple times when the rest of the fandom attacked her for whatever reason. They’re the same ones that diligently spread the word whenever there’s another photoleak of the kids. The same ones that tag their art and their fic and make sure that no one sees it unless they’re actively looking.

And now we’re being shat upon.

And someone will come out and go “You we’re being shat upon from the beginning because mofftiss is the devil hurhurhur”, but it doesn’t feel that way. I can cope with Moffat calling us all crazy because he’s one man with some serious perspective-issues himself. I can deal with Martin and Ben not wanting to have explicit fanart shoved into their face because that’s their fucking right to some comfort and professional distance (I’m looking at you, tellie hosts.). But now I’m being told that not only am I crazy, but that by sharing something I spend time and effort on in a very tiny space in a very, very large internet I’m somehow personally and wilfully endangering the precious children. Not even kids or young fans in general, but specifically Martin and Amanda’s children, who apparently deserve protection above all others but can’t be sat down for 5 minutes to explain The Dangers Of The Internet.

And that hurts. And considering that this isn’t exactly Amanda’s first brush with fandom on the internet, both the good and the bad, I really feel she should know better.

As for the rest… Watching The Empty Hearse I really liked the little nods to fandom, and I’m still hoping they are that; nods to fandom. But with this I’m going to have to consider that instead they may just have been pointing and laughing at us. And unless Mark Gatiss comes out saying “I put that in to give you all a little wink, not to make fun of you, I swear on Mr. Doyle’s grave.” I can’t be sure.

And I want to believe the best of cast & crews, I really do. I want to believe that they all understand this whole ‘Death of the Author’ thing. But a few of them very clearly do not, and I have no idea how many more will pop up that way. And that’s saddening and a disappointing and a little bit scary.

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lovelynobody00:

pernillo:

sword-meets-rose:

lokisprisoner:

elegantbutstrange:

sleipnir-lokison:

tacotheshark:

If we shipped Steve and Sherlock we could call it CapsLock

AND ALL THE FANFICTION WOULD BE TYPED LIKE THIS

Which means Thor will have written it.

I LOVE TUMBLR.

YES THIS SHIP.

I LIKE IT.

ANOTHER.

STEVE GRABBED THE ALL-OBSERVING MAN, AND WITH THE PASSION OF A HUNDRED WARRIORS, THEY ENGAGED IN INTIMATE MOUTH TO MOUTH ACTION, MUCH TO MY PERSONAL SATISFACTION. 

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wearitasawormstach:

rachbrew:

“He said you do that.”

#skdjajkaygh #i just think about sherlock being alone during his hiatus and talking out loud and then looking around and realizing john isn’t there

“…and then, when I told her about the cologne on her boyfriend, she tried to—” Sherlock looked up to find that, once again, John wasn’t there. It had been almost month since his ‘fall,’ but he still couldn’t seem to get used to not having John around. He had managed to get used to nearly everything else, but not having John around was going to take some work.

He sighed and got up, wishing he had his violin, even though he knew it wouldn’t help. He picked up his phone and flipped through the texts he had received since the fall.

Went to your funeral today. You would have found it boring. Sentiment and all that. You pretended not to understand it, didn’t you. -JW

I made two cups of tea again. I left yours by your chair. Maybe you’ll come back. -JW

The tea was still there when I woke up. Maybe you weren’t thirsty. -JW

I’ve started working again. Not at St. Barts, though. Can’t deal with that place right now. -JW

I got a call from Harry. Says I should go live with her. I can’t, though. I keep thinking that you’ll come back. -JW

Please come back, Sherlock. -JW

I won’t even complain when you play the violin at three in the morning. -JW

I met a new girl today, but could already tell that she was a chronic cheater. I guess you rubbed off on me. -JW

My therapist says I should stop texting you. Maybe she’s right. Then again, I don’t know what’s right anymore, though. -JW

You’re probably not even getting any of this. -JW

Lestrade visited today. Offered to let me stay at his for the night. Just for some company. I couldn’t do it. -JW

Anderson was gloating about how he knew you were a fraud all along. He left with a bloody nose. -JW

I don’t think Sally’s too pleased. -JW

They tried to take your violin away. I wouldn’t let them. I wouldn’t let them touch anything in your room, in case you do come back some day. -JW

I’m having the nightmares again. But this time, I just see you falling. And I try to catch you, but it’s always too late. Always. -JW

I was supposed to protect you. I guess I can’t do anything right. -JW

I thought I saw you at work today. My heart literally lept, but you disappeared. You always do. -JW

God, just give me a sign. Anything. I just need to know you’re alive. Please. -JW

Sherlock looked away from the phone. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He was already running risks, checking up on John in various disguises. He had nearly been caught a few times, too. He leaned back in his chair, his legs stretched before him, crossed at the ankles, phone dangling from a hand that hung off of the arm of the chair.

He missed John.

A year and a half passed. He was getting closer and closer to completely eliminating the web. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. It kept Sherlock sane. Kept him from using. Kept him alive.

I was watching crap telly again. Not the same without you shouting abuse at them now. -JW

Your brother was quite insistent that I go back to my therapist. I’d rather not, though. It’s not helping. -JW

It still hurts, Sherlock. It’s been over a year and it still hurts. Why does it still hurt? -JW

I still make two cups of tea a day. You still never drink yours. -JW

Two years later, he had finally cornered the last member of the web, taking care of him with one clean shot in the temple. After the man was dead, Sherlock sat down, staring at the corpse for a good two hours.

It was done.

The web was disintegrated.

And then, out of nowhere, he felt an almost manic explosion of laughter burst out of him. He was laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. Or was he crying? Emotions of glee and desperation racked his body, reducing him to a shaking pile next to a dead man. Finally, he managed to stand up and pull himself together, leaving the corpse where it lay and quickly typing out a text before heading back home.

Put the kettle on. -SH

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NOT THIS AGAIN

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areyoutryingtodeduceme:

lostconner:

My friend Erin made the little Sherly doll and  little Johnny doll.I put them will my AF Sherlock and John……It just looks like……A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

——————————————————————

01.
John:You look after Sherly,I look after Johnny today!
Sherlock:NO!!!
Sherly:NO!!!!!


02
John:Don’t put Mr bone on your head,your father would be angry!
Sherly:=3=

03
Sherlock:I think Johnny has pee
John:………………

SCREAMING

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ambitiousbutrubbish-yo:

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blainepwnderson:

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loki-s-army-at-221b:

fangirlingismydivision:

xan-der-shinywolf:

karlimeaghan:

cyan-013:

Guys. Guys. Guys.

I just noticed this.

The lady on the jury, that Moriarty threatened? Isn’t she the cabbie’s ex-wife? Aren’t those their kids, just grown up a bit? AREN’T THEY?!

Or am I completely delusional? SOMEONE TELL ME PLEASE.

MOFFAT!!!

Reblogging again for the sheer continuity

Moffat is a genious with continuity


WHAT!?!?!?! OH MY GOD!! MOFFAT WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?

OK SO I’M ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF OF A CLIFF NOW

SO MUCH CONTINUITY IT HURTS

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lady-karasu:

iamthecakefairy:

ibeggedformercytwice:

curlyboff:

nixiesaurus:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 
No crimes in Heaven, apparently.
SH
—-
Met an angel called Castiel.
Was looking for a human body.
SH
—-
Have I told you about the Winchesters?
SH
—-
I miss you and your complaining horribly
SH
—-
Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.
SH
—-
John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.
SH
—-
I wish I could talk to you
SH
—-
God won’t let me visit Hell. 
But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!
SH
—-
If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you
SH
—-
Still missing you horribly
SH
—-
Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.
A woman even I might admire. Good Job.
SH
—-
People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.
Keep thanking me.
Somewhat annoying.
SH
—-
Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?
Someone is getting too sentimental.
I’m touched.
SH
—-
Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.
Still as annoying as ever.
I miss when you used to punch him for me.
SH
—-
You’ve become so good at writing.
I miss you.
SH
—-
There are so many things I should have said.
Down There.
SH
—-
Sorry
SH
—-
I miss you
SH
—-
I love you.
SH
—-
Won’t you hurry up?
SH
—-
Don’t come too quickly, though.
SH
—-
Met with Mummy.
She cried. I don’t understand it.
SH
—-
I love you
SH
—-
Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 
You’re done fighting, John.
Come home.
SH
—-
Stubborn to the last, my John.
SH
—-
I love you anyway.
SH
—-
“Welcome home.”

Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?
You won’t believe this.  Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx
—-
It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx
—-
They’re letting me torture people, Seb!  It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx
—-
There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx
—-
Scratch that.  Says you killed him in Kabul.  Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx
—-
The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx
—-
You really should stop drinking and smoking.  I think it’s ruining your organs.  Then again, that means you get here sooner.  That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx
—-
Actually, scratch that last one.  I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx
—-
Oh.  It’s terminal.  It’s only been a few years, Seb.  I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx
—-
I always knew you could handle pain.  I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx
—-
I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon.  It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx
—-
Just close your eyes. -JMx
—-
“Stupid, simple tiger.  You never did listen to me.”

NO
NO
NO
I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you. 
That came out wrong. Sort of. 
I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL
—-
It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL
—-
You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL
—-
A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL
—-
You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL
—-
You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL
—-
I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL
—-
I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL
—-
You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL
—-
And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL
—-
Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL
—-
I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL
—-
I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL
—-
You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL
—-
Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL
—-
You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL
—-
Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL
—-
England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft.  - GL
—-
“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”



Well, we’ve got the set, now.  God, the first version hurt enough then this went around before, but now there’s a mormor version?  Oh, my heart… 

lady-karasu:

iamthecakefairy:

ibeggedformercytwice:

curlyboff:

nixiesaurus:

cocokat:

Very boring up here. 

No crimes in Heaven, apparently.

SH

—-

Met an angel called Castiel.

Was looking for a human body.

SH

—-

Have I told you about the Winchesters?

SH

—-

I miss you and your complaining horribly

SH

—-

Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.

SH

—-

John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.

SH

—-

I wish I could talk to you

SH

—-

God won’t let me visit Hell. 

But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!

SH

—-

If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you

SH

—-

Still missing you horribly

SH

—-

Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.

A woman even I might admire. Good Job.

SH

—-

People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.

Keep thanking me.

Somewhat annoying.

SH

—-

Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?

Someone is getting too sentimental.

I’m touched.

SH

—-

Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.

Still as annoying as ever.

I miss when you used to punch him for me.

SH

—-

You’ve become so good at writing.

I miss you.

SH

—-

There are so many things I should have said.

Down There.

SH

—-

Sorry

SH

—-

I miss you

SH

—-

I love you.

SH

—-

Won’t you hurry up?

SH

—-

Don’t come too quickly, though.

SH

—-

Met with Mummy.

She cried. I don’t understand it.

SH

—-

I love you

SH

—-

Being an old man doesn’t suit you. 

You’re done fighting, John.

Come home.

SH

—-

Stubborn to the last, my John.

SH

—-

I love you anyway.

SH

—-

“Welcome home.”

Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?

You won’t believe this.  Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx

—-

It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx

—-

They’re letting me torture people, Seb!  It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx

—-

There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx

—-

Scratch that.  Says you killed him in Kabul.  Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx

—-

The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx

—-

You really should stop drinking and smoking.  I think it’s ruining your organs.  Then again, that means you get here sooner.  That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx

—-

Actually, scratch that last one.  I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx

—-

Oh.  It’s terminal.  It’s only been a few years, Seb.  I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx

—-

I always knew you could handle pain.  I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx

—-

I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon.  It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx

—-

Just close your eyes. -JMx

—-

“Stupid, simple tiger.  You never did listen to me.”

NO

NO

NO

I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you. 

That came out wrong. Sort of. 

I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL

—-

It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL

—-

You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL

—-

A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL

—-

You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL

—-

You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL

—-

I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL

—-

I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL

—-

You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL

—-

And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL

—-

Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL

—-

I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL

—-

I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL

—-

You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL

—-

Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL

—-

You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL

—-

Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL

—-

England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft.  - GL

—-

“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”

Well, we’ve got the set, now.  God, the first version hurt enough then this went around before, but now there’s a mormor version?  Oh, my heart… 

(via dustandeloquence)

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