He doesn’t say, I love you, even though he could. (He isn’t ready to own it.) He expects unnecessary labels would only strain their newfound arrangement. Human sexuality: complicated enough as it is. Instead, he puts his head back down and waits for John to say good morning to him.
(He will regret his indecision.)
[from texts: x]
My LetsDrawSherlock entry..! (also!) (i just couldn’t not put this down)
My song is Echo, by The Hush Sound
You are the brick
I am so unpredictable
led by the current away
Your solid stage is so necessary to save
all those who stray
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
Doodle from class when I was emotionally compromised from reading Texts.
If you are reading this, you are one of a privileged few. I posted a coded message to several Sherlock Holmes message boards and fansites. Only the most devout fans would have been able to crack it.
I’ll be brief. We’re here because we believe in Sherlock Holmes and we wish to help Jeremy Sigerson. This will be our platform, or one of them, to speak out if you have information you believe Sigerson would find valuable, you wish to offer him somewhere to stay, or you simply want to offer abstract support.
This blog accepts both asks and submissions. We have another platform for video communication, and an additional message can be viewed exclusively on that platform. The link above expires in two weeks—after that point, message this blog for access.
More information will follow. Stay alert. In the meantime, read the about page and keep believing. Do what you can.
Okay, so! I should probably explain what this is all about.
One of the things that we loved about Texts was the way that the audience could talk back to the characters and the world. Some people even assumed the roles of characters in the Sherlock world! It was wicked neat.
While The Sigerson Letters allowed for a little bit of fan-world communication, “Sigerson Watch” is meant to be an immersive, transmedia experience that takes you into the world of the Letters, starting from the beginning, as Jeremy tries to tackle Moriarty’s organization. You can leave him messages of encouragement as yourself, but you can also assume whatever role you want in the world—a concerned citizen, a Sherlock character, a Texts!verse-only character like Penny, or an original character (like a double agent working for Moran!)—to interact with “the webmistress” and maybe, eventually, Jeremy.
The Tumblr part of this is pretty self-explanatory. Clicking on the video link will lead you to a platform called Theatrics, currently running a free beta test, which allows you to do the same thing I described above but with video as a medium—create a character (could be yourself!) and interact with the storyline. I started off by posting a video message from “the webmistress.” (The “Sigerson Watch” project is private on Theatrics, meaning you do have to sign up to view it, until either a) there’s enough interest to make it public or b) I stop being embarrassed by the way my own voice sounds.)
I’d love for you to join us on this, because I think it’ll be incredibly awesome if it takes off! Interactive transmedia fanfiction, man. And there’s no pressure to perform—just have fun. c:
All the time in the world. Dedicated to Text Messages from Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.
Wow, this is gorgeous. Thank you so much!
fluffy Johnlock in a sheet
(all the time in the world)
Hello, fellow Texts fans!
I’ve begun a blog that will reblog one Texts post a day, once a day, to keep us all remembering how special this blog is. So, if you’d like to have Texts on your dash every day, follow me!
- Hannah, aka russialovespilots, admin of sufferquietly
Letters for an unnamed soldier (Texts from John and Sherlock)
Here’s a very rough draft of the first letter that Sherlock wrote to “the soldier” while in rehab in 2005. He wrote many letters to the soldier and never sent any of them. He kept all of them, though, as a chronicle of his recovery and a reminder that he’s strong enough to save himself.
My name is Sherlock Holmes, but that’s not important. I realise that means I’ve lied to you, but that’s not important either. The important thing is that I’m writing this letter to you, even though I don’t know why. I also don’t know who you are. Correction: I can’t remember who you are. (It’s incredible how many brain cells you can destroy with one bad trip.) Similarly I can’t remember the last time I did this letter writing thing with actual pen and paper. We’re not given all that much time on the computers here, so this will have to do. Then again, these words will never find you regardless of the medium I’m using. It’s a bit pointless, isn’t it? A self-indulgent lark. The same can be said for breathing…
Now that Texts from John and Sherlock has wrapped, we’re going back and revising old texts. This is so that the formatting of the Texts is internally consistent—I stopped using MS Paint and started using GIMP when I got my MacBook—all of the Texts are easier to read, and the diction/plot elements line up throughout. We’ve learned a lot about the characters since starting this blog almost a year and nine months ago!
Here’s a before-and-after comparison of the first post on the blog.
Current point in canon: Sliding on rainbows / We Are All Happy As Can Be
he has changed completely from this “That’s for you to decide. No one else.” i’m not sure if im happy about it or not because now the loss is even greater and i can’t feel my heart
John initially thought that 221B Baker Street would be a temporary living arrangement. He was getting back on his feet after the war, he had only a handful of friends, no job—but he’d fix that, maybe meet a woman, maybe get married, maybe settle elsewhere in London. Quietly, surely, he’d move on.
He has fixed those things, he thinks, but it’s only been possible because of Baker Street, because of Sherlock, because of all of the things he’s seen and done. And maybe he’ll never move on. Maybe he’s already met someone. Maybe he and Sherlock can just stay right here, like this, and they’ll always solve cases like it’s Valentine’s Day of 2012, together, fulfilled.
John sees Sherlock watching him intently, as if trying to read his mind, and thinks that they’d both like that very much.
”As a matter of fact,” he says, “I’ve already got a ten in my bedroom.”
Lestrade probably won’t call him back for a while. Just as well.
Is texts gonna end forever after this arc? Or will there be a break? Or mate something else?–Anonymous
Texts itself is going to end, although the story continues through the post-Reichenbach fanfics called The Sigerson Letters (which will resume regular updates, I promise) and The Duplicitous Detective (Sherrinford- and Irene-focused spin-off). Sigerson might also get new interactive features depending on how stuff pans out.
After series 3, Texts could potentially return. We’ll have to see.
Please forgive me, but FYSS has to stop answering questions now (although he may or may not answer a few more publically and privately later). He received literal hundreds, so quickly, and they’re all so fucking heartbreaking. I don’t have time to answer them all. The ask box will remain open, however.