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Breaking my self-imposed exile to say—holy fuck, why wasn’t I informed of this sooner?  I just bought a copy of this.  I need the physical proof, and I am weak.
(Taken without permission from her_nerdiness on Twitter, as seen in the book One Fixed Point in a Changing Age: A New Generation on Sherlock Holmes.)

Breaking my self-imposed exile to say—holy fuck, why wasn’t I informed of this sooner?  I just bought a copy of this.  I need the physical proof, and I am weak.

(Taken without permission from her_nerdiness on Twitter, as seen in the book One Fixed Point in a Changing Age: A New Generation on Sherlock Holmes.)


So any text posts coming up in the near furure? :)
–Anonymous

Hello, anon.  Unfortunately, I don’t have an ETA for you.  I realize we’re paused in a rather awkward spot, narrative-wise, but you should just imagine that time is frozen for both Texts and FYSS (hence the lack of updates from him as well).  In between narrative kinks and Chelsea’s x-treme junior year of college, we don’t have hours and hours of time to do things right now.  But it’ll come.


OOC: Welcome!

textsfromjohnandsherlock:

Hello readers!

We’ve picked up quite a few of you since series 3 aired (there are over 13,000 of you now, wow!) so we just wanted to take a second and say hello, and thank you for joining us.  Sorry for the delay in plot advancement—we are hard at work on future Texts and interludes. Rest assured that John and Sherlock will reconcile soon.

In the meantime, feel free to catch up on what’s happened previously in Texts by reading everything or just the index of important posts (which is up to date). You might also want to follow Sherlock Holmes’ incognito blog, fuckyoursolarsystem, where he posts pretty pictures, music, and commentary—but shh, don’t let on that you know it’s him!

If you’re interested in Texts and where it’s going, feel free to follow either of the writers: Seth, who writes Sherlock and a couple of other characters, and Chel, who writes John, Mary, Victor Trevor, Sebastian Moran, Irene Adler, and others as needed.

Thank you so much for joining us! We hope you enjoy the ride.



The new flashback has been so wonderfully heartbreaking. I love how you manage to make me like your Sherlock much much better than the Sherlock in the series. It's amazing how you capture his personality AND mental state so realistically well. I love it. It hurts, but I love it.
bilbobeutlin

Thank you very much.  On that note, I read a review of series 3 that perfectly captured my problems with the show’s Sherlock…

More importantly, while “His Last Vow” might close out the third season out on a more solid, dependable note than the previous episodes, it can’t do enough to correct the fact that Sherlock has lost sight of its title character.  It isn’t impossible to draw a line between “Hearse“‘s cruel manipulator, “Three“‘s sad clown, and “Vow“‘s brave child, who will do anything to protect the people he loves except tell them he loves them.

But Sherlock doesn’t seem particularly interested in drawing that line, and the tonal shifts between its three episodes, the way they each seem to take place in a subtly different world to the others, only intensifies the feeling that they also represent three different takes on the same character rather than three facets of the same person.  [x]

I feel like it’s my job to tie these Sherlocks together into one believable person.  I had to do that in series 2/Texts 1.0, too, but series 3 intensified the issue by a lot.



flashback #6 - 5 November 2013

textsfromjohnandsherlock:

Warnings: none.  Also available on AO3 for ease of reading.

            You’re so pleased when John asks if you want to go and get dinner with him.  You know you don’t deserve it—the last thing he should be doing is voluntarily spending more time with you—but he offered it and you accepted it and you’re not the kind of man who quits while he’s ahead.  There’s more to talk about, John says.  There’s more catching up the two of you need to do.  You look him over and realise he wants to make sure you won’t run away now that you’ve solved the case and saved London from its dissenters.  He wants you to stay here.  With him.  You couldn’t be more pleased if you tried.

            You know just the place to take him to: a quaint Mexican restaurant on Hampstead Road with unforgettable sopa de tortilla that will warm you right up after an evening of breathing in the foul, dank air of the London Underground.  You’re desperate to taste it again.  You’re desperate to taste him again, too.  You’re desperate to grab him by the waist and dip him down like a dance partner and taste him tasting you on the tip of your tongue.

            You shouldn’t think like that.  You know you shouldn’t be thinking like that.  You look away from him to hail a taxi and tell yourself to stop thinking like that immediately.

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flashback #6 - 5 November 2013

textsfromjohnandsherlock:

Warnings: none.  Also available on AO3 for ease of reading.

            You’re so pleased when John asks if you want to go and get dinner with him.  You know you don’t deserve it—the last thing he should be doing is voluntarily spending more time with you—but he offered it and you accepted it and you’re not the kind of man who quits while he’s ahead.  There’s more to talk about, John says.  There’s more catching up the two of you need to do.  You look him over and realise he wants to make sure you won’t run away now that you’ve solved the case and saved London from its dissenters.  He wants you to stay here.  With him.  You couldn’t be more pleased if you tried.

            You know just the place to take him to: a quaint Mexican restaurant on Hampstead Road with unforgettable sopa de tortilla that will warm you right up after an evening of breathing in the foul, dank air of the London Underground.  You’re desperate to taste it again.  You’re desperate to taste him again, too.  You’re desperate to grab him by the waist and dip him down like a dance partner and taste him tasting you on the tip of your tongue.

            You shouldn’t think like that.  You know you shouldn’t be thinking like that.  You look away from him to hail a taxi and tell yourself to stop thinking like that immediately.

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(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)





readingwench:

I’m really agressive feeling today and I just wanna be a horrible person to john for sherlock but that’s NOT at ALL what’s needed right now but I also can’t actually help him because he’s NOT REAL and you only know how to help him because of dramatic irony!. … you see, texts makes you look at yourself as much as it makes you look at the characters…

that’s why seth and chel are so amazeballs. They bleed talent.

No, if you want to be mean to John, that’s fair game!  Send in anything you want, you never know what will prove to be amazing.

(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)


hislastbough:

I am hideous. I am unfit for human interaction.
You shine brighter than you think you do. 
For a certain hipster bee…

This is incredibly gorgeous.  Thank you.  He’d thank you, too, if he could.

hislastbough:

I am hideous. I am unfit for human interaction.

You shine brighter than you think you do. 

For a certain hipster bee

This is incredibly gorgeous.  Thank you.  He’d thank you, too, if he could.


interlude #17

textsfromjohnandsherlock:

Warnings: drug use, blood.  Also available on LJ for ease of reading.  Best understood if you’ve read interlude #15 (and the rest of Texts for that matter).

            He forgets to close the door.

            Close the door, John says (growls) in his ear.  Or were you born in a barn?

            “Sorry,” he mumbles, then closes the door.  Locks the door, too. Both doors (living room and kitchen), they’re closed and locked now.  Just wouldn’t do to have Mrs. Hudson traipsing about with tea and biscuits.  Or whatever it is she does these days.  (He doesn’t know, doesn’t care.)  Maybe she’s responsible for the tea that turns up every morning.  (He drinks it because John isn’t here to make him tea anymore.)

            Took you long enough.

            Just a voice, and it’s almost too much for him.  Better than seeing the disappointed look on John’s face.

            What did I say?  Merciless.  Giving him no room to breathe.  The coin bag in his pocket weighs as much as an ice pick meant for caving his skull in.  (That’s the point.)  What did I say, Sherlock, about the next time you decided to do something like this?

            “You said that you would leave,” he replies, unable to forget that.  Right before the Baskerville case: a largely harmless dalliance with cocaine led to him quit smoking cold turkey in order to please John.  Demonstration of his sincerity: I’ll give up anything for you, John.  Even the nicotine.  “You said there would be no point in staying if I didn’t stop with the drugs.”

            That’s right.

            “But you’ve already left me.”

            And now look at what you’ve gone and done to yourself.

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