Jade. 20. Michigan. Ginger.

Reader. Writer. Fangirl. Dreamer.

"You've got what it takes, but it will take everything you've got."

So, my dad and I were watching TV and we saw the preview for Elementary.  

he had never heard of it, but because I live on the internet, I already knew all of the details and the controversy and the debate and the criticisms/praise and the predictions, so I was already scowling hatefully at it. He asked me what was wrong, and I derisively told him all about it. Including:

Me: And Lucy Liu is going to be “Joan Watson.” No. Just…no. I can’t, I can’t have that. 

Him: Why not?

Me: Because! The best part about the Sherlock Holmes stories is the subtle homoerotic subtext! Ugh.

Him: ….they’re gay?

Me: …I’m not really sure, but that’s what makes it FUN.

So, I went out to lunch with my dad today, and I made a comment about how a few of my friends thought that Benedict Cumberbatch wasn’t attractive (blasphemy, I know, just bear with me). My dad disagreed, but did allow that he was a bit strange looking. I accepted that, but he went on to say that Benedict’s head was kind of strangely shaped, and as I laughed and vehemently denied it, he demonstrated his point by drawing me a picture. We were laughing so hard, and the waitress just stared at us as he drew it for me on the back of an invoice for work. 

me: What is he doing with his hands?

him: He’s snapping!

me: Is he dancing? Why is he dancing?

him: He’s got a case! He does that, you know. 

me: What is his hair?

him: ….

me: Is he naked?

him: No, he’ll have clothes. 

me: Will you draw him in Westwood? No, wait…is that…oh my god, is that—

him: It’s that silk, dark purple shirt. 

me: It’s the purple shirt of sex!

him: Yeah!

And then he ordered a burrito, and I had a sandwich, and the waitress thought we were crazy, and we probably didn’t give her enough of a tip for as weird as we were. 

• How I feel about what people write on Facebook: Look at you lot, you're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring. Don't talk, you lower the IQ of the whole street.
• How I feel about what people write on Tumblr: That was...amazing. It was extraordinary. It was quite...extraordinary. That's fantastic! Nobody could be that clever...you could. I was so alone, and I owe you so much.

I watched the unaired pilot for A Study in Pink from Sherlock last night. 

And I cried a little for the innocence of it. 

After watching both seasons and surviving Reichenbach, it was kind of bittersweet to go back to the beginning and see it again in such a different way…to know what these characters become, and what happens to them, and how they will feel…it made me so happy, but at that same time, so very sad. 

So, I cried a little, for all of that. 

But I mostly cried for Benedict Cumberbatch. He is so pretty. I can’t even be happy about it. 

Don’t believe the lies. Moriarty was real. Richard Brook was a fake. I’m fighting John’s war. I believe in Sherlock Holmes.  

This has taken over my life. I was so dedicated to the show before, but Reichenbach made me a real aficionado. I am so seriously considering writing these phrases where anyone and everyone can see them. 

My reaction to absolutely everything today while trying to write my first Sherlock fanfic:  

• them: You stayed up until four in the morning? What--
• me: I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH THESE MENIAL TASKS, I'M IN MY MIND PALACE.
• them: I made you some coffee, here it--
• me: Yes, good, I need that. Now I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH THESE MENIAL TASKS, I'M IN MY MIND PALACE.
• them: Could you clean the litter box? It smells like shit in--
• me: ASDFGFGHNNGGHHHHHH I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH THESE MENIAL TASKS, I'M IN MY MIND PALACE!!!
• them: Are you hungry? Are you going to get dressed? Are you going anywhere today?
• me: I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH THESE MENIAL TASKS.
• them: What?
• me: I'M IN MY MIND PALACE.
• them: You're hyperventilating? Why aren't you breathing right??
• me: MENIAL. TASK.
• them: But--
• me: MIND. PALACE.

I believe in Sherlock Holmes. Moriarty was real. Richard Brook was a fake.