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11 March 2013 @ 02:28 am
Title: Blood Lines III (Blood Is Intimate)
Word Count: 1,731
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: I don't own this. Wish I did, but you know.
Summary: Sequel to Blood Lines but can stand alone. AU. Life after John finds himself at a tattoo parlour
where he meets talented tattoo artist, Sherlock Holmes.
Warnings: Blood, piercing, play piercing, mentions of extreme body modifications

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I am not a body modification
professional, just an enthusiastic bystander. All the modifications and
practises mentioned are real, if you're brave or curious, you should
check them out. If I got anything wrong during the piercing procedure I
can only apologise, I do not know current sterile piercing procedure, I
tend to zone out when I'm being pierced. Whilst I tried to make this as
accurate as possible, all mistakes are my own. In real life,
apprenticeships can take years, so for the sake of the story, we'll fuzz
that detail and pretend John's a fast learner (which, in fairness, he
probably is).

Sherlock's tattoo style is probably similar to Jeff Gogue's, which is
fantastic and incredible. There are indeed some high profile piercers,
so John becoming well-known is not beyond the realm of possibility, nor
is him keeping a blog. As for innovating existing techniques, I'd
imagine a medical degree would give him an advantage there.

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12 February 2012 @ 05:59 pm
Title: Blood Lines II
Word Count: 1,412
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: I don't own this. Wish I did, but you know.
Summary: Sequel to Blood Lines but can stand alone. AU. Life after John finds himself at a tattoo parlour where he meets talented tattoo artist, Sherlock Holmes.

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Sherlock's bees are based on these and Sherlock's artwork and tattooing is based on this artist.
27 January 2012 @ 08:39 pm
Title: Blood Lines
Word Count: 2,273
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: I don't own this. Wish I did, but you know.
Summary: AU. John finds himself at a tattoo parlour where he meets talented tattoo artist, Sherlock Holmes.

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25 January 2012 @ 03:53 am
So I've accidentally written a bit of a Sherlock fic. Gen, small mention of suicide, indepth detail of tattooing and maybe a bit of getting off to said tattooing. Might be slash if I write more, but at the moment it's just Sherlock and John meeting for the first time.

Anyone fancy beta-ing? 2,271 words. I've never had someone beta a fic before, but I really like this one (it kept me awake until I wrote it. It's nearly 4am now and I can barely type, dammit. If you're interested, comment, I guess?

If not, I'll post it anyway, grammar and spelling be damned!

Oh I need sleep.
Current Mood: tired
13 October 2010 @ 04:45 am
Okay, this is me writing in here.

I've had a few wobbles lately, mentally especially. I was officially diagnosed with Aspergers which scared me a little, the idea of there being no cure for the weirdness that is 'me', but my mum talked to me and I feel better about it now. I start all kinds of therapy and stuff to help me deal with it soon, I wish I knew more about what that will entail but I suppose I will have to wait and see.

I wrote a bit of my 'head novel', the story which has been floating around my head for literally years and I've tried to write so many times but I've never had the motivation before. I wrote 649 words, which doesn't sound like much but it's more than I've written in a long time. I feel like I owe it to myself because people tell me I'm good at writing and have a way with words and it seems a shame to waste potentially the only talent I have.

I need people to bounce ideas off and constructively criticize me though. That's one thing I hate about being housebound for so long, the loneliness and having no ready access to people. I really want to try to get some friends next year, I've no idea how people go about doing it, but I want, at the very least some online friends. How though? Commenting on people's journals always seems really intrusive, which I know is so NOT what the point is, but gah.

Waterloo Road is on tomorrow at least, which is something.

I may go to bed now.

Poe x
13 October 2010 @ 02:31 am
I should write in this thing more often.
09 September 2010 @ 12:40 am
I swear my self esteem is at rock bottom right now, and for good reason. Look at me, gods.
I approached Sherlock from a position of complete ignorance, I was unaware of the actors, writers and I’d never read a Sherlock Holmes novel. Yet there it sat on the BBC iPlayer front page, just begging me to watch it, and so I did.

Even to the uninformed, the idea of a modern-day Sherlock Holmes raises the hackles and stinks of literary blasphemy and of selling out, so I was unsure what to expect. Yet from the outset, an introduction to Dr Watson, I was engaged and completely engrossed in the story line. Only after I watched it did I discover it was written by my favourite television writer, Steven Moffat, current head writer of Doctor Who, and this shines through in the dialogue, there is more than a hint of the Eleventh Doctor in the way Sherlock speaks and acts, his eccentricity and tendency to ramble, for example. Sherlock Holmes, a young and vibrant character, a self proclaimed ‘high functioning sociopath’ is played by Benedict Cumberbatch, recognisable from his role in one of my favourite movies Starter For Ten, in an oh-it’s-him! moment. Watson is played by Martin Freeman, and is a warm yet damaged character, meshing perfectly with Holmes’ flightiness and bringing him down to earth, and in the first episode, potentially saving his life.

The episode starts with a series of unexplained deaths, they appear to be suicides yet in a police briefing, Sherlock Holmes makes it clear he disagrees (texting all the journalists in the meeting at once with one word - ’wrong’). We see Watson meet up with an old friend, Watson has a problem, he can’t find a flat, a problem his friend solves by introducing him to Holmes who is suffering from much the same condition. And so they move in together, to 221B Baker Street, and get to work solving the case. Sherlock Holmes instantly becomes the detective I’d always imagined him to be, as they visit a crime scene and he pieces together seemingly disparate pieces of information (displayed rather brilliantly as captions on screen) and leaving the police standing in the dust behind his high speed conclusions.

All seems to come to a halt as the clues dry up, a phone supposedly planted on the perpetrator with GPS appears to be on Baker Street, leading to a dead end whilst an unexpected taxi has arrived for Holmes. Holmes slips away whilst the police search for the phone, and it’s only Watson who questions his absence. However, the taxi driver is the murderer, as he explains to Holmes during the cab journey to an empty building. Well, he is and he isn’t, as it turns out. He offers each victim a choice, a 50/50 chance at taking a harmless sugar pill, or a lethal tablet, stating he will take whichever one they don’t. He uses a very Derren Brown move, pushing one tablet towards the victim, in this case, Holmes himself, whilst threatening him with a gun, in other words, take the chance or have your head blown off. Holmes points out that this ’gun’ is actually not so, and the cabbie agrees, showing it to be a harmless cigarette lighter. But the choice still stands, the cabbie taunts Holmes, is Holmes clever enough to make the right decision? It doesn’t matter to the cabbie, he explains, he’s dying of an aneurysm, every life he takes is a life he outlives and every breath could be his last.

Meanwhile Watson is rechecking the GPS and realises with a start that it’s moved. He hails a cab and follows the phone to it’s location, and to Holmes. Watson runs through the building (his psychosomatic limp completely forgotten) calling out for Holmes only to look out of the window and see Holmes and his captor in the next building. Holmes has chosen his tablet and is about to take it when - bang, Watson shoots through the window and hits the cabbie square in the shoulder. In a last ditch attempt to find answers, Holmes pushes to discover, who set the cabbie up for this, and receives only a name, Moriarty, a mystery to him. Outside, Holmes spots Watson and puts the last piece of one puzzle together, who was his mystery gunman. And so they leave together joking and enjoying each others’ company and it seems Holmes has made his first real friend.

I have to say I really enjoyed this episode. As a complete outsider to the Sherlock Holmes ’franchise’ I didn’t know what to expect, but it was a brilliantly crafted ninety minutes and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There was humour, tension and a rather splendid amount of rather splendid deduction. The modernisation worked and despite not having read any of the books (something I will now try to remedy) the characters felt accessible, a real credit to the writers. The acting was superb, Benedict Cumberbatch was incredible, really living the part and Martin Freeman played a very sympathetic Watson. I can hardly wait for the next episode, a week suddenly seems a very long time indeed.    


that was the official review i had to write to try get into college. in my head, however, it was more OMFGAWESOMEILOVETHIS. because seriously i do a lot. love love love it. i need more episodes right now. mmk.
10 June 2010 @ 04:17 pm
So I've been playing Left 4 Dead 2 online, I only got it today so I bounded aboard to have a go. Only to find that people are kind of... mean. I know it's not REAL meanness, but I got voted out of a game and told I was rubbish and now I feel really sad. I know, CRY MOAR, but I was trying really hard. :(
05 June 2010 @ 08:15 am
Ooh, just stumbled on this, fourth pic along. Mmmmm.