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Dave so doesn’t give a shit anymore about his interviews.  He just likes to make people squirm and be difficult.  Case in point for Martin’s interview last year - the questions for The Hobbit were terrible. Last night, thanks for coming out and showing Sherlock/Otter pics, but not even mentioning the accolades… Yes, Yes… he redeemed himself a bit with the compliments on the attire and that they didn’t need much more than BC in the flim, but that was pretty rude to the rest of the cast, too… Such a waste.  Such a terrible waste.
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Dave so doesn’t give a shit anymore about his interviews.  He just likes to make people squirm and be difficult.  Case in point for Martin’s interview last year - the questions for The Hobbit were terrible.

Last night, thanks for coming out and showing Sherlock/Otter pics, but not even mentioning the accolades…

Yes, Yes… he redeemed himself a bit with the compliments on the attire and that they didn’t need much more than BC in the flim, but that was pretty rude to the rest of the cast, too…

Such a waste.  Such a terrible waste.

zentaylor: Sherlock 221B: The concept of normality had never been a visitor to 221B, even at the very beginning. Unexpected was expected, bizarre was ordinary and in the air was a rare, mad sort of relationship, a form of love which resisted definition. John and Sherlock were quietly grateful that they’d shown ‘normal’ the middle finger a long time ago - it made the strangeness of the weeks after Sherlock’s return resonate less harshly with the past. Once a semi-routine had tentatively established itself and echoes of anger had faded into the city half-quiet, the feeling in the flat was one of restlessness. For a few weeks there was an endless, silent litany. I’m sorry. I know. There were long talks and there was lots of sleep. There were no nightmares. Weeks became months, uncertain touches and glances became imbued with fervour, and suddenly Sherlock was catching the coat John threw at him and following him out of the door. They ran. It rained. John led for a while, sprinting down Baker Street towards the river. Sherlock soon caught up and they ran together through their city, through rain that was so heavy that they laughed. They laughed at the rain and at being alive until they were half-blinded by tears, sweat and raindrops, until they had to stop to kiss and catch their breath. Thank you. Bless you. Beautiful. You definitely ARE on the side of the angels…
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zentaylor:

Sherlock 221B:

The concept of normality had never been a visitor to 221B, even at the very beginning. Unexpected was expected, bizarre was ordinary and in the air was a rare, mad sort of relationship, a form of love which resisted definition. John and Sherlock were quietly grateful that they’d shown ‘normal’ the middle finger a long time ago - it made the strangeness of the weeks after Sherlock’s return resonate less harshly with the past.

Once a semi-routine had tentatively established itself and echoes of anger had faded into the city half-quiet, the feeling in the flat was one of restlessness. For a few weeks there was an endless, silent litany.

I’m sorry.

I know.

There were long talks and there was lots of sleep. There were no nightmares. Weeks became months, uncertain touches and glances became imbued with fervour, and suddenly Sherlock was catching the coat John threw at him and following him out of the door.

They ran. It rained.

John led for a while, sprinting down Baker Street towards the river. Sherlock soon caught up and they ran together through their city, through rain that was so heavy that they laughed. They laughed at the rain and at being alive until they were half-blinded by tears, sweat and raindrops, until they had to stop to kiss and catch their breath.

Thank you. Bless you. Beautiful. You definitely ARE on the side of the angels…
beautifulfic: Edit one of chapter eight. Two pages of which are missing because my printer decided to be a tit. Also, my pink highlighter pen ran out. At a distance, it doesn’t look so bad, but that lower one is the first page. See all those squiggly bits at the side? They say such helpful things as IMPROVE! or + some. Basically me code for “God, there’s a lot of work to do.” As much as I’m enthralled with your editing process, I’m rather distracted by your FLOOR!!! OMG. Want. Ancient hardwood. UNF.
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beautifulfic: Edit one of chapter eight. Two pages of which are missing because my printer decided to be a tit. Also, my pink highlighter pen ran out. At a distance, it doesn’t look so bad, but that lower one is the first page. See all those squiggly bits at the side? They say such helpful things as IMPROVE! or + some. Basically me code for “God, there’s a lot of work to do.” As much as I’m enthralled with your editing process, I’m rather distracted by your FLOOR!!! OMG. Want. Ancient hardwood. UNF.
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beautifulfic:

Edit one of chapter eight. Two pages of which are missing because my printer decided to be a tit. Also, my pink highlighter pen ran out. At a distance, it doesn’t look so bad, but that lower one is the first page. See all those squiggly bits at the side? They say such helpful things as IMPROVE! or + some. Basically me code for “God, there’s a lot of work to do.”

As much as I’m enthralled with your editing process, I’m rather distracted by your FLOOR!!! OMG. Want. Ancient hardwood. UNF.
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