Thoughts and musings of an asexual violin lover who has a passion for Victoriana, Britain, and all loverly awesome things, including Sherlock Holmes and Benedict Cumberbatch.
My 30 Day Asexual Challenge
My massive Sherlock fanfic, A Scandal in Britain
So it just happened that I finished posting this behemoth of a fanfic on the one-year anniversary of Sherlock debuting. I really can’t remember what my Holmes fandom was like without it, to be honest. This last year has been crappy for me beyond words, and to have this crazy lovely jam-filled fandom to be able to disappear into whenever necessary…that’s a great gift. That’s a tremendous gift. Thank you, all of you! And I can’t wait for season/series 2!!!1!!11eleventy!11!!1 Remember, Moffat, it’s not too late to steal a few plot points or lines of dialogue…
Some time later, I was strolling through Addie’s gallery. She had an impressively large collection of fine art. For some reason, I had been expecting a series of paintings of circles and squares, but her tastes were surprisingly old-fashioned - bucolic landscapes, Victorian portraits of mothers and children, cats and dogs. The voices of doctors and policemen buzzed in the distance. A pair of footsteps strode through the gallery with great purpose, then stopped.