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That's weirdly worded. They liked the idea, but it hasn't happened sounds like it's up to them to make it happen. That would be your job, Mark.

Also, which is it? Do they not want to, or did they like the idea? Seems contradictory.

That has to be the most pessimistic outlook on more Sherlock by now.

However, when asked today why another season had not been produced, Gatiss replied: “Because Benedict and Martin didn’t want to do any more.”

Gatiss revealed he had pitched Cumberbatch and Freeman a Sherlock film during lockdown, “which they both like the idea of, but it has not happened.”

Taking this as a sign, he added: “It’s important to acknowledge when a time is a time. Sometimes, it is there and then it stops, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Going back is often very difficult.”

Gatiss has previously said he would like to make a Sherlock film, but noted “trying to get everyone together is very difficult.”

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A Case of You, Holy Wine, and Outtakes:

A Series for Fandom Trumps Hate

ART BY @barachiki OMG

@fandomtrumpshate strikes again, in fact it strikes twice. @randomwordsonpaper gave me a prompt for FTH 2023 that went, roughly,

Sherlock is marrying an American, and at the rehearsal dinner, best man John makes a drunken love confession he doesn’t remember the next day. Badly hungover, John can't find anyone to tell him what the hell happened to the wedding, where the grooms are, or how he can put it right so that Sherlock can be happy. But what if he's dead wrong about what will make Sherlock happy?

8/8 ch. (17K words) of POV John later, A Case of You's happy ending made Sherlock sit up and howl that he hadn't had his say. Enter Holy Wine (13/13 ch., 37K words, Sherlock's a mouthy bastard), the same events from Sherlock's POV, but including 18 months John wasn't present for:

After Sherlock fails to amaze and delight John at the Landmark, he learns that John’s cut contacts and left London. Sherlock has to start his life over, without the man he gave up everything to save.

Holy Wine makes sense without knowing A Case of You (and vice versa), and together they make a story I love as well as anything I've written. And because I never can say goodbye, part 3 is the Outtakes, a series of one-shots that didn't fit into either fic.

Thank you, barachiki and @demonicangeling, for offering your magic for FTH 2024/2025. Thank you to everyone who helped midwife these stories, especially the FTH mods and goddesses.

Thank you readers, and bless you rebloggers! I've tagged some tumblrs under the cut.

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Sherlock fandom.

Utter Madness

John has left him. Not left, left. Sherlock can’t even consider what that will entail. A life without John is unthinkable, unbearable, preposterous, appalling, devastating, et cetera, and so on.

No, John needs fresh air. Again.

“It could have been worse,” Sherlock calls after him when he storms out of the flat, coughing loudly.

John doesn’t need air to clear his mind, to walk off his fury, but to breathe in less infested air than 221B can offer at the moment. 

Sherlock had obviously been prepared for the outcome of the experiment and was wearing his gas mask. It had been John’s once, and it still smelled a bit of its former owner, which had distracted him from the other thing he was supposed to do. The experiment was fascinating, and Sherlock failed to warn John before he came into the kitchen after his morning shower, hence the hasty retreat to the street.

He sees John pacing in front of Speedy’s when he opens the windows to get the foul stench out of the flat. His hands are fisted in his hair, and he looks a bit like that mad professor from a film he had bullied Sherlock into watching. Something about going back in time with a Mandalorian car.

Carefully, Sherlock removes his mask and leans out of the window.

“You know that the London air is quite polluted too,” he remarks.

“Too early, Sherlock!” John hisses.

“Oh,” he says and goes to open the kitchen window as well.

The stench is fading rapidly, a fact Sherlock had calculated. He heeded his promise to John regarding no more foul-smelling experiments in the flat. Well, the long-lasting ones. Sherlock had meant to warn John, he really had.

“You are insane, and I am utterly mad to still live here,” John’s grumpy voice informs him from the doorway.

A sudden pain in his chest, makes Sherlock wince. He’s quite certain his face is even paler than normal. His hand reaches for the kitchen table to steady himself. 

“Deep breaths like John taught you.”

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

John’s worried voice draws him back up to the surface. Firm hands are cupping his face and those beautiful blue eyes are scanning him for any injuries or discomforts.

“I…I just...I thought you meant…”

John sighs and leans in to place a warm kiss to his forehead.

“My darling, Sherlock. How many times do I need to reassure you? I’ll gladly do it, but this,” he waves a hand to indicate the test tubes on the table, “will never be a reason for me to move out.”

Relief washes over him and he buries his face in the crook of John’s neck to breathe in the intoxicating scent of him.

“What we are doing, what we are, it’s utter madness,” John begins. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, do you understand?”

Sherlock hums in agreement but John is in one of his relentless moods and needs him to vocalise his understanding.

He withdraws and looks seriously at John. His right hand cradles John’s face and his voice is sincere when he recites his vows.

“Us against the rest of the world. Forever and always. I will love you until the end of time, John Hamish Watson-Holmes.”

As usual, John gets emotional when he hears those words, so Sherlock pulls him close, perhaps a bit too fiercely, but no protests are forthcoming. Instead, John melts in his arms, whispering love declarations and promises of his own.

“I will always love you, sweetheart, and I will never leave you. This is forever. I can’t live without you. You are my world, my heart.”

He sniffs, not able to prevent the tears in his eyes to well over.

“Warn me next time, yeah,” John murmurs while he wipes away Sherlock’s tears.

“I intended to,” he tells him.

“I believe you, love. You got too engrossed again, didn’t you.”

“I did. Besides, the mask smelled of you,” he admits and blushes.

“Aww, you adorable man,” John beams and kisses his lips softly.

Sherlock scoffs and rolls his eyes but it’s all in vain. They both know it’s the truth.

It could certainly be worse; Sherlock thinks and pulls John in for a proper snog.

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From the OP: "If you sit at a desk or stare at your phone all day, this is for you. Here's how to undo the damage: - Banded Chin Tucks - Strengthen your neck flexors and fight forward head posture - Banded Pull-Aparts - Target your rotator cuff and improve shoulder stability - Banded Abduction - Activate the midline of your scapula for better posture - Lateral Deltoid Raises - Build shoulder stability and control - Banded Up-and-Overs – Boost scapular mobility and range of motion These simple banded drills will help you stand taller, move better, and feel stronger - even after hours at a desk."

Some of these are the same or similar to the exercises my physical therapist taught me.

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Places you can help this Pride Month!

Happy Pride!

FTH has long prioritized focusing the combined financial support of the fandom community on small organizations where a few thousand - or even a few hundred - dollars can make a big impact.

To this end, every year we have an "Umbrella Category," where bidders can choose a local organization within our category to support.

This year, our Umbrella was LGBTQ+ organizations, and it was a runaway success! Not only did our suggested orgs get lots of donations, bidders threw their support behind eighty-eight different local organizations.

Because these orgs operate locally, not only do your donations make a big impact, they are often looking for local volunteers! If one is near you, this Pride might be the perfect time to take a look at their volunteer opportunities and see if one is right for you. Even if you can't donate or volunteer right now, it's a good idea to take a look at what organizations and services are in your area, in case you or someone you know ever need support.

Under the cut you will find links to all of the LGBTQ+ organizations our bidders supported this year, organized by location.

There are some larger orgs on the list, often because creators chose them as the one additional organization they are allowed to add to their choices from our list, but most of these operate on a smaller scale.

Check them out!

United States

Nationwide

Advocates for Trans Equality (formerly TLDEF)

It Gets Better

Lambda Legal

Project Rainbow Turtle

Rainbow Railroad

The Trevor Project

Trans Lifeline

Transgender Law Center

Arizona

TransQueerPueblo

California

Lavender Youth Recreation Information Center

Los Angeles LGBT Center

Sherlock's Homes Foundation

Side by Side

The San Diego LGBT Community Center

TransFamily Support Services

Colorado

Rainbow Broomfield

The Center on Colfax

The Trans Continental Pipeline

Florida

Zebra Youth

Illinois

Brave Space Alliance

Howard Brown Health

LIAM foundation

Indiana

Indiana Youth Group

Iowa

One Iowa Education Fund

Kentucky

Kentucky Health Justice Network Inc

Maine

Trans Youth Equality Foundation

Michigan

LGBT Detroit

Ruth Ellis Center

Minnesota

Reclaim

Missouri

Metro Trans Umbrella Group

Our Spot KC

Planned Parenthood Great Rivers

Promo

The Center Project

Nevada

Build Our Center, Inc

New York

Sage Upstate

The Ali Forney Center

True Colors

North Carolina

Campaign for Southern Equality (serves across the south)

Charlotte Trans Health

The Queer Mobilization Fund (serves across the southeast)

Time Out Youth

Oklahoma

Oklahomans for Equality

Oregon

New Avenues For Youth

Outside In

Westside Queer Resource Center

South Carolina

Harriet Hancock Center

Tennessee

The Foxhole Fund

Texas

Transgender Education Network of Texas

Vermont

We Are Out in the Open

Washington

Gender Justice League

Lambert House

Washington, DC

SMYAL

Wisconsin

Courage MKE

LGBT Books to Prisoners

Canada

Nationwide

Egale Canada

Rainbow Railroad

PFLAG Canada

Alberta

Pride Centre of Edmonton

Skipping Stone

British Columbia

Rainbow Refugee Society

Ontario

Capital Rainbow Refuge

Pieces to Pathways

The 519

Quebec

Centre Communautaire LGBTQ+ de Montréal

Aotearoa/New Zealand

InsideOUT

OutLine

Rainbow Youth

Australia

Beyond Bricks & Bars

BlaQ

Minus18

Open Doors Youth Service

Twenty 10 Sydney

Austria

ST. PRIDE

Germany

Bundesverband Trans* e.V.

Lambda Bund

Queeres Netzwerk NRW

SCHMIT-Z

vielbunt e.V.

Ireland

Equality for Children

LGBT IE

Netherlands

COC Nederland

Transgender Netwerk Nederland

Russia

Translyaciya

United Kingdom

Across UK

akt (formerly Albert Kennedy Trust)

Galop

Mermaids

Rainbow Migration

England

MindOut LGBTQ

Spectra London

The Brunswick Centre

TransLeeds

X-Plore

Northern Ireland

Cara-Friend

The Rainbow Project

Scotland

LGBT Health & Wellbeing

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I'm always up for a bit of emotional trauma!

Yesterday, I finished a fic. Today, instead of editing said fic, I started writing a new one. Makes total sense, right?

This one has been haunting me for a while, and it is of course a fic inspired by a comment from my silver sibling. (More about that at a later date...)

Excerpt:

Returning home from the war was difficult to say the least. I was depressed and wanted to just off myself with my gun to get out of my misery. But that would be cowardice, and I didn’t want my name to be stained by that, so I soldiered on.

Meeting Mike Stamford took me by surprise. I’ve always liked him, though I wasn’t particularly keen on chatting that day. My session with my therapist had been a bad one. So bad in fact, I’d told her I wouldn’t come back. I was intent on leaving London. My pension didn’t allow me to stay anyway.

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As per usual I lost myself in my head, and John didn’t know that about me yet. I had left my phone in my trouser pocket, and I didn’t wear a watch; it was still dark and late night, but how long I had stayed away from the bedroom – from John, I didn’t know.

The negligence of it hit me when I finally came back to myself, and I hurried to my room, but John was gone.

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Tagging a few who might be interested in having their heart broken...

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WIP Wednesday : The Sibylline Book

In 2019 I wrote a short fic called The Story of Us, inspired by a line from the movie Arrival. It was an intriguing idea and good enough story, but it felt incomplete, as if I'd skipped over a lot of the best parts. I had ideas about it.

A few months later, I started writing a story called Palimpsest, but backed away from it when other things took my attention.

At some point, I realised that these two ideas were made for each other. The John from The Story of Us with the Sherlock of Palimpsest might create an interesting dynamic.

In May of 2020 I wrote Sherlock investigating the murder of Vincent Karpaty. He didn't know John yet, but John had already -- well, you'll see.

The Sibylline Book includes some of my favourite things: ancient books, manuscripts written in unknown languages, conlang nerds, cold cases, murders, Chicago, classical scholars feuding over trivial things, first meetings, a John Watson obsessively trying to read a story written eight hundred years ago, and our favourite consulting detective falling in love. Did I say murders?

And Johnlock, for sure 💕

I'm aiming for early 2026, but will give you a bit now:

“Where is his laptop?” “Didn’t see one.” “Really, Lestrade.” I’m holding up a power cord, still attached to the wall under the desk. “Obviously it’s been taken.” “Okay, someone broke in and stole his laptop. Killed him when he caught them at it.” “A rather stupid thief, then, since he left the mobile.” Plucking the cell phone off the floor, I flip it open. “Enabled for email. Maybe it’s here.” “What’s here?” “The last message he sent, warning his colleague.” “Colleague?” “Partner, whatever. He’s an archaeologist, an unlikely victim of murder, unless he was involved in something more than ancient history. For that, he would need a partner, a collaborator, a confederate. Here it is.” I pause, frowning at the phone.  “What, like smuggling artefacts? Running drugs?” Ignoring Lestrade, I continue looking at the email. Don't go home tonight. It appears that our victim wasn’t warning his colleague; instead, he has received a warning himself. Not the only interesting feature of the case, but certainly worth looking into. 

“So, they weren’t supposed to kill him? What were they after? And why not take the phone?” “I don’t know yet. Probably thought the laptop had what they wanted. When I’ve studied the message, I might have a better idea.” “His last email?” I raise my hand for a cab. “Trace the sender for me. The name’s JH Watson.” Lestrade grimaces. “Common name. I’ll see what I can do.”

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He's "Everyone at this party sucks, except for this one dude you can actually have a normal conversation with".

Remember, Elizabeth meets him at Rosings, where her other conversation partners are Lady Catherine (who does all the talking), Miss DeBurgh (who never speaks), the Collinses (busy sucking up to Lady Catherine) and Charlotte's sister, who is too intimidated to talk. Then there's Darcy, who Elizabeth dislikes at this point. So Colonel Fitzwilliam's vibe is "omg finally someome with a brain who also isn't rude as fuck".

I personally think he and Elizabeth go on to be besties after she marries Darcy.

can anyone explain to me who colonel fitzwilliam (darcy’s cousin) IS, emotionally

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"You're not dying ... you never were."

.

John had just finished placing a kiss on the neck of the gorgeous nurse whose bed he had shared last night ... when the man - Sherlock - spoke.

The silence that followed made John's ears ring ...

What did he mean ...? ... not dying?

Of course he was dying, the doctors had said so-

He looked down into the blue eyes that begged for understanding ... at the pale skin beneath him; soft and warm and pliable, like it was last night ... and felt the colour drain from his own face.

Had the doctors themselves, actually said so?

John pulled back, steel in his eyes. "Come again?" He asked, beginning to hyperventilate, and begging for the next words Sherlock was going to say, to make some sense ...

"I lied," the man swallowed, making his Adam's apple bob beneath John's gaze. "You aren't dying. You aren't even ill. Well ... not with anything serious. You-"

Now the tips of John's ears burned, and he tore the sheets off, hauling himself from the bed.

The last few weeks had been a whirlwind romance between the two of them. John, diagnosed with a stage four cancer that was inoperable, and Sherlock giving him the time of his life in return.

The room around him was spinning. He had to be joking. Or John was dreaming? Was he having a nightmare? He was-

"John, it's okay! I can explai-"

"NO!"

"You were so depressed, so close to giving in to suicidal thoughts-"

"SHUT UP!"

"I thought if you had to face a real threat you would want to live! and-"

"I SAID STOP TALKING!"

John bit back a million words that wanted to follow that statement, his fists clenched at his sides even as he tried to count to ten, thinking:

. Was I a pity fuck?

. Was this fun for you, Sherlock?

. Watching me suffer and play out my "last few days" with abandon - knowing full well the whole time it wasn't real ...? Knowing you could send me back to my dismal life whenever you tired of me? Which apparently lasted the entirety of a week?

His anguish had to be written all over his face. But instead of opening himself up further for ridicule to a man who had just taken him for a fool for two weeks ... he just glared at ...

At the man he realised, ruefully ... he had fallen in love with ... ?

The feeling of sickness that rose in his stomach, was more than the diagnoses of death had given him just two weeks previous.

Sherlock, to his credit, obeyed John's order for silence. A small miracle in and of itself. The man would outlive god, getting the last word in edgewise.

Instead, he was looking at John as if he was embarrassed, and anxious, and guilty ... all the things he should look!

But then he would? Wouldn't he? If he was a pathological liar.

"Just tell me one thing." John seethed. Nostrils flaring as he put on his pants and shirt, and went to grab for his jeans on the bed.

"Anything, John - please?" Sherlock leaned towards him, reaching for the jeans at the same time. But John pulled them out of his grasp and tugged the denim onto his unwilling legs as he at last stood;

"... Did you ever even like me?"

He needed to hear at least that?

Didn't he deserve to know?

But Sherlock merely blinked. And blinked. And gaped.

John nodded acknowledging that he was not going to get an answer, threw on his shoes and his jacket ... and left the flat with a slam of the door.

So much for the nurse who had turned his life around, only to turn it into hell.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Tessa (Sherlock), OMC, Mary Morstan (mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-Stag Night, The Sign of Three (S3E2) Fix-It, Drugs, Angst, Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Cheating Summary:

Stag night: John and Sherlock spend the night in bed together. In the morning, John goes back to Mary. How does Sherlock cope?

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Full disclosure: life has been hard lately, and my head space has not been great. That's why what I'm about to share has me livid.

It's been a while since I checked my comments on AO3, and oh gosh, look there's a new one! I open it up to see this...

Now, I've been around for a while. I know spam/bot when I see one, so I took this screen shot, marked it as spam, and almost just moved on with my day. But then I got to thinking...

I'm NOT in a great head space. If I hadn't been aware of this sort of garbage comment, this would have DESTROYED me. Heck, if I had gotten this comment on one of my first posted fics, back when life wasn't quite so hard, it would've seriously made me consider shutting myself off and never posting again.

And that made me so unbelievably angry.

Because I just know there are other authors and artists out there who are getting these same comments. People who are young and just getting started, and easily swayed by the opinions of others. Or individuals who are struggling, for whatever reason, and every word or brush stroke is a hard won fight, and need even just the tiniest validation that their effort is worth continuing. And broken ones who are looking for any reason at all to either get up or quit. (Don't quit. Please don't quit.)

I know this type of post has been written before; I have shared it multiple times, but the authors and artists out there, just know, your voice matters, your view of the world is unique and beautiful and necessary. Don't let who you are be swayed by the opinions of others, most especially soulless spam/bots who don't know you, don't see the heart and creativity you've poured into your work, and most importantly, HAVE NOT EVEN READ/VIEWED WHAT IT COMMENTED ON.

You want proof that these vile comments are unfounded, meaningless, steaming piles of putrid sewage? The above comment was posted on chapter 27 of my Inktober 2024 collection on AO3. This is a screen shot of that entire chapter:

There are no cliffhangers, no dramatics, nothing. Just 27 chapters of fan art. Drawings. It's not in any way a cohesive story, rather an eclectic collection of prompt fills featuring multiple and varying fandoms.

The hate fueled spam/bot is just that. Not worth my time, effort, or even the brain capacity I have given it. It doesn't care who I am, it's job is to post venom and destroy. The thing is, I learned long ago to not care about it either. My main reason for this post is to try to reach the authors and artists out there who have maybe fallen victim to these types of comments, and to let them know that they aren't alone in receiving these messages. Don't fall for it. Don't let the words take up any space in your creative mind and lovely heart.

And just in case you aren't sure what you're looking at when it comes to spam/bot comments, here are a few clear clues...

1. These comments can be positive too, but look for context. Does any of what the comment says actually apply to your work? Does it address specific details? Or are the 'details' it addresses details that actually appear in your story? (I.e. - cliffhangers in my collection of drawings).

2. Is the commenter a 'guest' profile? Now, not all guest profiles are bots, there are lovely people out there who, for their own personal reasons, have opted not to create user profiles, but still love fandom. But, a lot of (though not all) spam/bot profiles are guest profiles. And you can usually tell the difference just by the content of the comment. The below comment was a guest profile also left on Inktober 2024. It's simple, specific, and greatly appreciated.

3. The spam/bot comments are usually of a longer nature, extremely vague in regards to addressing what it is that is likeable or hateful about the post, and they go overboard with the language (excessive adjectives) used to prove their point. If you want to see other specific examples to look out for, I recommend doing a Tumblr search of "ao3 spam."

4. If you receive a comment that is questionable, and there is actually a user profile attached, check out the profile. Almost all of these spam/bot profiles are brand new (like, same day as you publish), and/or completely blank - as in, no used details, nothing published, nothing bookmarked, nothing at all.

5. Good or bad, always report spam/bots. Sites like AO3 and Tumblr are aware of the situation, and any reports they receive can help them take steps to protect legitimate users.

6. If the spam/bot offers a money-making situation, offers to pay you for use of your creation, or asks for money in any way, shape, or form, report it immediately. AO3 has very strict guidelines about not using the site for monetization. Also, if it seems too good to be true... it is.

I don't know if anyone will even read all of this. But if you do, I want you to know that I am posting this from a place of vulnerability, knowing how much a comment such as the ugly one above, timed just right (or wrong), would have destroyed me. The only reason it didn't this time was because I was armed with knowledge. I hope this post helps you. I hope you have a peaceful day. I hope your words or your art come easy. I hope you know how brave you are for sharing pieces of you with an uncertain world. I hope you keep going. 💙

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Creative Camouflage (hath updated!)

Fluffbruary Extended Edition Infinifluff. June 14 - prompts: translucent – performance – shadow

Sherlock fandom.

Chapter 4 - Ebony and Ivory

Summary: Sherlock's text puzzles John to no end. He can't make up his mind whether this universe he finds himself in is good for him or not. But when he considers how excited his inner organs are by the prospect of seeing Sherlock again, he decides to just let himself be pulled into the other man's orbit once more.

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That third GIF...rawr...

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Johnlock Week: Healing

John’s prowess in matters of healing To Sherlock is very appealing John’s skills with a gun Are even more fun To Sherlock they give a warm feeling

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I hope that these words were appealing And gave all of you a warm feeling For this Johnlock Week If you hear a squeak It’s ‘cause reblogs from you leave me squealing!

Weak for Johnlock is now complete on AO3.

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Yes!

Golden Ticket

Years after an odd, gruesome, and highly publicised breakdown ruined his career, a disgraced candymaker has abruptly reopened his factory. His motives are shrouded in mystery, something that only serves to inflame the curious public. To celebrate his triumphant return, he launches a contest: five golden tickets hidden at random in chocolate bars distributed throughout London. The lucky recipients of those tickets are promised an experience they will never forget.

And so, on one cold morning in January, five winners gather to claim their prize. John Watson is among them.

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Chapter 1 is now posted!

Here it is at last, the not-so-cracky crackfic that has been haunting me for the majority of the last decade. It should end up being around 10 chapters judging by my outline, but that may change.

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This show is great. Really entertaining, with a strong lead and strong supporting performances. It's a very well done Whodunnit and Cordelia is a great detective. It's also the perfect length with eight episodes, and easily bingeable. It has a well-done central mystery and a few really good twists I didn't see coming.

Watch it, you guys. If you enjoy detective shows, you'll enjoy this. Even my wife, who isn't into Whodunnits that much, enjoyed it.

Another show tumblr is sleeping on

At least in my circles...

The Residence

It's Knives Out style fun with a Black female main character detective, Cordelia Cupp (played by Uzo Aduba) who could arguably be autistic, although it's never stated outright.

I won't say she's exactly supposed to be a Sherlock Holmes variation, although there are certainly nods like the English tweed jacket, sitting in an armchair across from suspects in a well-appointed drawing room during interviews, and getting cheek-to-rug to pick up clues.

There is also a sidekick detective played by Randall Park, although I didn't get any Watson vibes from him and there's not any friendship between them. He mostly just follows her around.

The cast is diverse, with a background gay couple (one of whom happens to be the President of the United States). Why no Tumblr love?