#bookherd

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fanfic trope: self-insert fic. [giggles madly]

At the risk of being painfully honest: I only occasionally can find the courage to blog about my own life anymore, I’m certainly not about to write myself in as one of the most-hated OFCs known to fandom.

But hey, now that I’ve publictly said I’m scared, maybe the next time I write a Holmesian canon that admits to the existence of Holmesiana-as-a-worldwide-fannish-phenomenon...

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on my walk yesterday I was wondering if an alternative name for a librarian could be 'bookherd', my reasoning being that shepherds and cowherds look after sheep and cattle, while librarians see to the care (if perhaps not the feeding) of books. plus it would provide a Germanic-origin alternative in case someone wants not to use a word derived from Latin.

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Elementary Sherlock, BBC Sherlock, Jeremy Brett Sherlock, Basil Rathbone Sherlock, Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock, Larry the Cucumber Sherlock.

Push off a cliff: RDJ Sherlock. It wouldn’t really hurt him in the end – pushing Holmeses off of cliffs never does – but he’d know how pissed I am about his pulling that floral armchair shit on Hotson.

Kiss: Larry the Cucumber Sherlock. He’d blush and giggle, and that would be the end of it.

Marry: Elementary Sherlock. You know it’d be some in name only poppycock about taxes or immigration with him, he’d have no actual interest in being married-married. We’d each do our thing, and one day he’d say to Joan, just to get a rise out of her, “Oh, I’ve been married for the last seven years, did I never mention that?”

Set on Fire: BBC Sherlock. He’ll no doubt escape due to an eleventh-hour retcon, but I’d enjoy the attempt.

Wrap a Blanket around: Jeremy Brett Sherlock. Because he just kept getting sicker and sicker, and I desperately need to put a warm blanket around him and make him all better. :-(

Be Roommates with: Rathbone Sherlock. This is guesswork (I haven’t seen any of the Rathbone films!), but he’s from an era when Sherlocks were still allowed to have manners, which is an encouraging sign. Plus, the Universal Baker Street set was nice and spacious, so even if we got on each other’s nerves, we’d still have plenty of room to get away from each other.

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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game: sniff

Zero hits, I’m afraid. The closest I’ve got is this:

Even before I opened my eyes, I could smell the century -- bleach, blood, chloroform, and ketones -- and likewise feel it in the bedsprings and the starched cotton sheets.

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what is your secret to awesomeness

MY AWESOME FRIENDS.

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bookherd replied to your post:Haha, believe it or not I was thinking about the tare weight as well during that scene - always using when I'm baking. Snap.

Wasn’t that why there was a small weight-measure-thingy on the other side of the scale? To balance out the tupperware?

*dials up the episode to see what that distortion in the brass is*

So it is. And quite likely.

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entegegenwartigung replied to your post: entegegenwartigung replied to your post: I just...

8:<3 Encouraging bunny gives you an encouraging nose-nudge! Here is Melbundrick Lewis in “Gone for Goode”: entegegenwartigung.tumb…

I knew there had to be one already! \o/

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I just introduced "Gone for Goode" to our houseguest, who had never seen Homicide: Life on the Street before. (If we're going to judge all shows by HLOTS standards, it is important to be familiar with the standard!)

When we finished, she turned to me and said, "And you got from there to bunnies?"