Maggie told herself he was simply difficult to avoid, he just seemed to appear everywhere. Leaning in kitchen doorways, perched on counters he had no business sitting on like an arrogant cat, lurking beside the stove stealing pieces of bread without even attempting to be subtle.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Maggie informed him one afternoon as he hid half a tart behind his back.
James looked wounded. “Maggie, please. I’m an excellent liar.”
“The jam on your cuff says otherwise.” she raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips.
He looked down at the blob of raspberry jam that had given him away, then, without missing a beat he chuckled “well now I feel judged.”
She laughed before she could stop herself. James had started to notice every laugh he pulled from her like a man collecting trophies, he would watch her face and memorise every movement, every line. He wanted to remember everything he had done to make her smile. He hadn’t felt that before and it intrigued him.
He also insisted upon helping despite being surprisingly unsuited to kitchen work. One evening she turned to find him staring at the bread dough she’d been instructing him through with suspicion.
“What exactly are you doing?”
“I believe,” he said gravely, “this may be poorly designed.”
“It's bread dough.”
“Yes, but look at it, it’s sticking to everything. Entirely inconvenient.”
“James…you went to Oxford University and this is defeating you?”
“I’m a scholar, Maggie, not a baker.” He leant into her as he spoke.
“Clearly.”
“I’ll have you know, if I had a proper tutor I could be a chef”
“Maybe with at least 90 years of teaching” she shrugged
“What have I done to deserve such ill treatment” he feigned a look of anguish, stooping to her eye level.
Sherlock appeared at the door, a perplexed look on his face at the scene he had just walked in on. Neither noticed his presence.
“Nothing, it’s just… we’re taught how to do this from the age was can be trusted to follow instruction, I’m amazed how those with more privilege don’t know how to do basic things to take care of themselves… like baking bread” she shook her head, breaking eye contact. She caught Sherlock's expression as she turned her head back to the bread dough.
“Privileged am I? Did I not have a scholarship to Oxford, purely there on merit… I believe you’ve mistaken me for Sherlock again, which I am offended by, I am far better looking for one” he grinned, winking at her.
“You do realise that I was talking of the privilege of being a man, not your place in society”
“Ah so its gender politics you want to argue, well I think you’ll find it hard when I’m on the same side” he smiled at her again
“You realise,” Sherlock muttered, “most people simply agree with him to make him stop talking.”
Maggie smiled sweetly. “That sounds like a you problem, Master Sherlock.”
Did anyone else notice in episode 5 of Young Sherlock that when James comes back from Mrs Turner’s and is walking up the stairs he adjusts his tie and then his crotch???
Is Donal heavily implying that James slept with her for intel with those choices?
S:And where have you been?
J:Seeking answers
S: You smell of perfume.
J:Well, you wouldn’t believe what I had to do to get them.
I’ve written something… it’s a Young Sherlock fic… it’s a Moriarty x OFC ish thing… in the sense that I’ve created the Crowles’ daughter, who might be someone from SH cannon… it’s probably not very good but at least it’s got me writing again!
The kite scene in season 4 makes me think that Benedict took on the role of family morale officer. Anthony had become the Lord of the house with all that responsibility, Violet was deep in mourning, and the others were all really young still.
The empathetic and sensitive second brother with all of his creativity and humour saw to keeping his siblings happy and the house full of fun. He was the emotional rock of the family, he gave and gave and gave but as they grew up he was primarily seen as the unserious brother, so then he fell into that role. His mother was back, the others were older, he didn’t feel needed by anyone except perhaps Eloise.
So knowing that Sophie didn’t know how to relax, enjoy leisure time or simply have fun, he thought about the one thing he had done multiple times with his siblings. Kites.
I don't know why, but I need Edward Bluemel to do a Quinn audio pls. Like, I've had a thing for him for years but seeing My Lady Jane and Born With Teeth, the chemistry, the longing, the sass... I just.... OK.
Rewatching Bridgerton while sick and wondering why no one payed homage to Lady Danbury? The dandyism with her top hats and her van would have been so on theme!
Rewatching Handmaids Tale and I think my favourite thing is Emily terrified for her life in the car and Lawrence just vibing to Eurythmics! What is this unnerving hilarity!
Ok, so I binged the entirety of Rivals on Disney+.
Anyone else find themeselves surprisingly most invested in Katherine Parkinson and Danny Dyer’s storyline? I loved them! Too cute!
*Spoiler below*
Also the fact that in the last episode Freddie finally gets the moment with Lizzie he’s wanted for ages, he calls her fucking beautiful and then the first thing he does is go down on her?! That is a man!!!
Ok but using Professional Pirate from Muppets Treasure Island over the end credits of TMMM s5e5 was pure genius. Could not stop laughing at Tim Curry’s OTT Bristolian accent!! I bow before Amy Sherman-Palladino