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Giggles at the Palace
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The Theory of Narrative Causality (2a/5ish)

you lot are amazing. ♥ thank you so much, ilu'll.

I'm, uh, trying on double-weekly updates, but life is a bit weird, and this is… growing.


i'm not half the man you think i am (not_thatbill) wrote,

Let's have a con show
THIS IS THE GATHER-UP POST FOR THE JUNE 4th-5th WEEKEND CONVENTION. Comment if you're planning on going, blah blah, you know the drill, etc

Word on who's coming among the crew and actors says definitely Ritchie, and at least RDJ and JL too, we're hoping for Steven Motherfucking Fry to come play Big Brother but don't get your hopes up

The Doctor Who panel apparently has the Moff itself, and possibly the main trio (yay Karen Gillian!), but no spoilers given about the second half of the season just yet

Neil Gaiman has just confirmed he'd be there

And there's something going on about the new Tintin movie shit, but that's super-secret and no one knows anything about it yet, so we'll just have to play it by ear, link me if you know more



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From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

So what you're saying is, basically,
you can deduce people out the
way Sherlock Holmes would. By,
uh. Looking at their thumbs? or

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

It is only a matter of looking at
people, John.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Yeah, but. I mean, things have
changed since 1881. There's the
Internet, and the jobs people do
have changed, and social cues
are entirely different. To apply
Holmes' deductions to today —
well, it's a completely different

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

I am thirty-four years old.
Cambridge was boring. I had
a lot of free time on my hands.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Cambridge was boring?

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

You do realize you are repeating yourself.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Yeah, yeah, alright. So what
about me? go on. I've cached
my IP address long ago, so
unless you've been stalking
me, which I don't think is quite
your style, all you've got is my
journal entries to go on. I'd like
a deduction, please.

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

Very well. You're an army doctor.
You've been invalidated home
from Afghanistan, or possibly Irak,
somewhere in the Middle East.
You've been wounded, probably
in action, and suffer from a strong
case of PSTD. You work daily at a
surgery with your beta sarah_s,
with whom you have had a casual
relationship for a few months, but
eventually broke it off on the basis
that you remain friends.

You read Doyle's stories as a
child, but never had any personal
involvement in them until your
return to London two years ago,
when you found the resemblances
between yourself and handsome
Doctor Watson rather striking.
You consider fanfiction a means
of coping with your post-trauma
and convincing yourself into a
normal life once again. You are
not particularly fond of a normal
life, but are highly susceptible
to peer pressure. Also, it's fun.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,


The Theory of Narrative Causality (2b/5ish)

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Sorry, was a bit amazed, hit Send
too soon. So I, uh. That's pretty

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Sorry, right, that doesn't quite cover
it. That's brilliant. How d'you do that?
I mean, I guess you could know the
army doctor, working at a surgery
thing if you were stalking me, but
the PTSD? and the reading Doyle's
stories when I was a kid?

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

If you say 'Elementary, my dear
Watson,' I will hunt you down.


From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

You're babbling.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

I'm aware of that, yeah.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Also, you're stalling.

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

Oh, fine. The medical studies are
obvious — you speak of medicine
yourself at length in your journal,
protesting against a certain type
of drug, making a celebratory post
about that AIDS breakthrough a
few weeks ago, you probably don't
quite realize it yourself you are
knowledgeable in military matters,
more so than anybody else in this
fandom. You mentioned having
had a gun in your hand and riding
a chopper in the past, and you've
talked at length on the situation in
the Middle East recently; you're
clearly directly affected by it.
Hence, military doctor, simple

You have talked of pains in your
shoulder and your leg without
extrapolating on them; you seem
relatively unfazed by the shoulder
ache, but increasingly irritated by
your leg, which means the reasons
for each are different. You accept
the shoulder wound because you
consider it justified by your past;
so, wounded in action. But your
leg plays up when it should not,
most likely from a psychosomatic
limp, of which you are aware but
unable to get rid. Your working
daily at the local surgery fits in
with the logical continuity of your
medical knowledge.

Your relationship with sarah_s
is a close one, and you've several
times mentioned having lunch with
her; however, you've also made a
point of not meeting fandom friends
offline, and of reserving this for
people you know from everyday
meetings. You lead a very busy,
tiring day, if your complaints of
paperwork and long hours are to
be believed, and would not take
several hours off on a weekday
merely to have lunch with a friend.
So you're working together, and
are eating out on your lunch hour
for company. You are informal with
each other, but there is a slight
awkwardness to your relationship,
especially when you mention going
out with someone, which can only
fit new acquaintances — a level
you have already passed through
— or lovers turned friends again,
unwilling to pry in their ex's affairs.

As for fanfiction, I should think that
was obvious. Your past still haunts
you, but you clearly enjoy writing
your stories, and generally favour
John Watson's POV, which, knowing
your history, indicates that you are
projecting your own experiences
into them. It is quite a common
means of coping with their pasts
for invalidated soldiers to write down
their experiences, and clearly your
psychiatrist has put you up to it. You
do it in quite a derived way, but you
do it nonetheless.


From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,


No, hold on, I need to reread this.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

What about the bit about my
reading the Doyle stories when
I was a kid?

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

You said so yourself.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Did I?

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,


From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

How'd you know I have a
psychiatrist, though?

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

You are an ex-army doctor with
a psychosomatic limp. Of course
you've got a psychiatrist.

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,


From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Rrrrrrrright, hold on, still need
to swallow this.

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2bb/5ish) — sorry, forgot a segment

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Nope, sorry, still amazing. It's
got to be tremendous work,
remembering all these things,
how'd you do that? It's

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

Do you think so?

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

'Course I do. It's amazing.
Surely you know that.

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

It's not what people usually say.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

What do people usually say?

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,


Or, alternatively, DIAF.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,


From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Seriously though, I feel a bit
like the original John Watson
must have felt when Holmes
deduced the shit out of him

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

The original John Watson.

From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Oh, you know what I mean.

From: consulting_detective,
To: jumperfucker,

Yes, John, I rather think I do.

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2c/5ish)

cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,

So. Remember the superhero!Watson!thread? and me saying I'd write crack!fic of it?

10,000 words later, here I am, still wondering when the hell the whole thing turned into such a monster. I'm working on Big Bang Fic, I don't have time for cracky AUs.

Or, well. Apparently I do.

Title: Derringer Sky
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Verse: '09
Length: give or take 10,000 words, I don't even know.
Rating: NC-17. Android!sort-of!sex, yo.
Warnings: Where to start, um. Violence, gore, sex, secondary character death, swearing, potentially triggering for war wounds and bombings, Consensual Feelings between a human being and a thinking machine (literally).
Beta Credit: sarah_s and storm_ford, as usual, with all the love and gratitude they deserve.
Disclaimer: I own neither Sherlock Holmes nor Doctor Watson, though technically they're been in the public domain for a while now. Originally ACD's, Ritchie's in this 'verse.
Summary: The third time he woke up, John Watson was strapped to a table in a white lab, and a man was standing over him with a scalpel and a highly alarming grin. Modern!AU: Watson is a rather befuddled superhero, Holmes's his breathing android.

(you clearly don't know what you are about, my dear)

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'… objectively enough, Holmes knows what his skin tastes of — it is polyethylene and plastic, and with mouth pressed to it it tastes of machine oil and metal. The blood that runs in his veins is synthetic, his brain a fine web of silver fiber, a network. His heart is gold, beating faintly against his ribcage, where he would feel it if he would but press his hand to his chest. As it is, it is Watson's head that rests in this place — golden and drunken, mumbling as Holmes turns a page. From this close, there is a faint birthmark where the man's jaw touches his neck, a cross-like indentation into the skin, and Holmes thinks of touching it, of feeling the slight depression dip smoothly underneath the synthetic pad of his thumb.

They have hours until dawn and until Watson wakes up, with a gasp and a jolt and a base apology, and so Holmes takes the opportunity to map him out, categorize his jaw and his nose and his eyes, the fine bristling hairs of his moustache. Oh, he has done it before. But a sleeping Watson is a sight to behold — he is quite different, like this. He would also smell quite terrible, if Holmes had not switched off his olfactive facilities.

Holmes enjoys alcohol on a purely aesthetic level, but does sometimes wonder — to lose consciousness as his friend does, abandon the cherished control of his actions, might be quite the magnificent experience. Something superb to remember, when his framework becomes too fragile to sustain the assault of voices and colours. Methadone's the closest he's come to it, just yet; Mycroft built him well.

But Mycroft would not foresee Watson, the bare scrap of a man, returned from Afghanistan with a limp, sun-bleached hair, and a heart fit for heroes. He'd not foreseen the addiction — the gambling and the drink, and the terrible influence, the lure itching at the edges of Holmes' skin.

(To be quite fair, Holmes had not, either; the good doctor was a statical unlikelihood, a pretty mixture of sound and unsound morality, something breathless and inconceivable.)'

From: theimprobableone,
To: jumperfucker,

please stay away from

hes a better man than you
could evr dream to be and
you dont deserve to be
his friend

From: jumperfucker,
To: theimprobableone,

Nice sock-puppetry you've
got going on there, mate.

Fuck you, by the way.

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2d/5ish)

this is your larynx, painted (sarah_s) wrote in cox_and_co,


Because if there's one thing the newbies need when they come here, it's a place to find the fandom classics. The stories that became fanon. Those that influenced us all, and continue to do so. I asked my_croft if this was legit, and he said Yes of course, but obviously I couldn't gather everything that was ever written, that'd be impossible, we're the oldest fandom ever. So, all, this is a dynamic post! just add in your favourites, everything you've ever loved about this fandom, everything you think new members of the comma would need to know — your favourite fics, your favourite essays, your favourite fanart, your favourite zines, your favourite ids, your favourite everything! make this fun for everyone, this post must be FILLED WITH LOVE.

I'll start.


The Remembrance Series, by jumperfucker;
Holmes/Watson | NC-17 | 43,000 words

It was quite the wonderful thing, these Strand books standing in line, on our shelves, thin red-spined soldiers that told old stories, stories I had written once and then forgotten as I wrote more. I set the last one down, and as my hand lingered on its cover, where it rested against a bronze elephant of a bookend, I heard Holmes muttering to himself in one of our lumber-rooms, where he doubtless accomplished a task equal to mine. He had kept all his notes, after all, of every case I had ever recorded, of those I had published, of those I kept safely locked away. His were a chaotic, disorderly mess, and mine — well, here were mine. Locked away as well, in a sense, in the sharp prison of my words and pretty falsehoods. Thirty years of them, and grown silver in our memory.

The One. The Ultimate. The Only. It begins in autumn 1914, two weeks after His Last Bow and two more before Watson departs for the front in France; and then — by way of memory — travels back in time to key periods of their relationship. jumperfucker recounts thirty years of two people being so in love it physically hurts, and does so in the best, most aching way imaginable.

The Special Way, by storm_ford
Holmes, Watson, Lestrade | PG-13 | 5,900 words

'There is a certain amount of the ridiculous in this,' Holmes remarked quite matter of factly.

'Yes, Holmes, you're very perceptive. That is quite a remarkable account of our present situation. Now would you please apply your exceptional powers of deduction to ascertaining a way out for ourselves?'

'I say, this is very uncomfortable.'

'Lestrade, that's my — er — that's a rather private. Part. That you've got your face pressed against. Of mine. A private part of mine, I mean.'

'Don't fluster the good inspector, Watson.'

'Holmes, there are merely some parts of my anatomy that I wish the good inspector had nothing to do with.'

'Well, at least it isn't the Thames this time.'

'Yes, we're all still dressed. I suppose you assume this is a good point.'

'Is this you two trying to be subtle?'

Best. Crackfic. Ever. Holmes, Watson and Lestrade are stuck in a closet. Everything goes to hell very very fast.

Hello, by neveryou_again
Holmes/Watson | R | 15,700 words

'Holmes,' he said, 'this is preposterous. You have but one word to say and I shall follow you this evening, wherever you please. If you have gotten tired of my company — '

'Nonsense, Watson! You have had a very trying week, I know. I should not wish to inflict a long, tiring stake-out upon you.'

'I would hardly call my week trying, Holmes. I have spent it tending to rheumatic spinsters who believe everything is the matter with them, and then coming home to see you locking yourself in your room as soon as I step through the threshold. What on earth is the matter with you?'

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2e/5ish)

Angst, UST, and misunderstandings by the dozen. never_youagain captures all the difficulties and complexities of having a relationship with an addict, and trying to work it out, and sometimes failing. She also teaches us, with the greatest care and compassion, that sometimes, just sometimes, when you think you're just not going to be alright, there's still hope. And there's still a way.

The Back Staircase, by w_harry
Holmes/Watson, Irene/Mary | NC-17 | 6,000 words

'Sit down, my dear,' Holmes murmured, rubbing his well-lubricated hands together briskly as he towered about me, his slate eyes taking in every detail of my anatomy. 'Make yourself quite comfortable, I shall be attending to you in an instant. Would you terribly mind undoing my trousers? my hands are somewhat occupied, you see.'

A fandom agrees: w_harry writes the best porn, slash and femslash both. She isn't afraid of anything kinky — ever — and makes even physical technicalities sound hot. (Trust me, this is coming from a doctor, I know how unsexy a close-up look at a man's perineum can be. And yet w_harry makes it somehow really fucking sexy.)


An Evening In Bed, by consulting_detective
Holmes/Watson | NSFW


consulting_detective's art has become fanon by now, I'm sure, and much as I'm sure he would scold me for not focusing on his drawing techniques and crayon skills, I'll just touch a word on the (gorgeous) anatomy and then just tell you all how marvelously hot his art is. Like jumperfucker, though, this really stands as a rec for everything he's ever drawn — just follow the tags on on his journal.

ensemble cast | SFW

All 26 stories and four novels reinterpreted. In stick figures. Genius.

The Motherfucking Task Force of Scotland Yard, by di_mock
ensemble cast | SFW

If you don't LOL fit enough to break a rib, you've no soul whatsoever. Just sayin'.


THE NOT-ENTIRELY LEGAL POST OF DOWNLOADING STUFF, in which you can find pretty much every Sherlock Holmes TV-show and movie you might hope for. The list is continually updated as more links are offered to the mods, so be sure to keep checking in!

I present you with one Doctor Watson, by jumperfucker, an study of our favorite ex-army Doctor and his many, many incarnations and interpretations.

miss mary morstan, miss violet hunter, mrs irene norton, by lass_sirene, a fantastic essay on how misogyny affects a fandom and how it is possible to fight it.

Icons & Graphics: a celebratory post, by let_us_trade, on occasion of holmeschat's seventh anniversary.



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From: jumperfucker,
To: consulting_detective,

Hey — d'you think we could
move this discussion to a chatlog
somewhere? PMs are really
annoying to log into. I'm on a
gmail account, so we could
have a session there, maybe?

Re: The Theory of Narrative Causality (2e/5ish)

I want to see Holmes in stick figures!

Re: The Theory of Narrative Causality (2e/5ish)

I kept wanting to click on the links, since the fics/art/other stuff sounds awesome.

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2f/5ish)

you are connected to Gmail messenger.

consulting_detective@gmail.com is connected.

consulting_detective (21:43): Hello.

you (21:44): oh
I just sent you that pm, you're very fast

consulting_detective (21:44): Yes.
I expect you are looking at that Moriarty picture at the moment.

you (21:45): god, you've got cameras in my room, haven't you?
jk jk
yeah, I am.
it's, ah, surprising. he's a bit young, isn't he?

consulting_detective (21:45): I expect so. You have told me twice of your intention to write him slightly differently than, I quote, 'anyone would expect'.

you (21:46): and that's your idea of different? well, yeah, I mean, obviously he's not an old math doctor
and he sure as hell isn't bald
he doesn't even wear glasses

consulting_detective (21:46): How are glasses in any way significant?

you (21:47): well, they're not.
it's just the general figure people have of professor moriarty, you know? old and knobbly and evil in a cackling sort of way

consulting_detective (21:47): and you are not writing that story.

you (21:48): true.
mine's a bit camp
i'm just going to need a bit of while to adapt to the new face i guess
and ffft I could easily make him into an evil math professor though
the kind who cracks jokes with his students and is super-nice during class
and then
he gives them a really fucking difficult test
on the stuff they haven't been revising

consulting_detective (21:49): He will do, then.
I do have another batch of doodles I could send you, if you wish to see him on different angles.

you (21:50): did you just say doodles?
i didn't think you could say doodles
the world opens suddenly

consulting_detective (21:50): I am occasionally able to adapt myself to your lingo, you know.

you (21:50): actually, i wouldn't be surprised if you had written an entire dictionary on the subject.
now, you know, that holmes/watson bit in the third part, you said you'd tell me what you thought...

cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,


Here we are, then — liveblogging the hell of out this, as promised. Sarah and Mike and me have met up, and Bill should be around somewhere, and the next panel doesn't start until two, so we'll be in the sushi bar near the west exit for the next hour or so — anyone who wants to hook up? Sarah's the pretty brunette with the smile, and Mike and I are the two short blokes with the beers in front of them. Feel free to join, just pay for your own drinks.

And, uh, okay, I'm writing on my iPhone right now, the one Harry got me? yeah, and you know what that means. Still typing with two fingers here. Still, if I come across anything that's really important I'll be sure to let you know — and anyway I'll tell you all about today in my post tonight. Don't flood my inbox with questions till then, kids!

Sarah would like you all to know that I'm a little pathetic. Breaking the myth and all that, she says. Cheers, Sarah.

Anyway, my plate of salmon sashimi is coming up, so I'll let you guys off the leash for the rest of the afternoon — don't break anything, turn the lights off when you leave, and try not to wire the Internet to explode while I'm gone. Ta!

The Theory of Narrative Causality (2g/5ish)

ETA: Oh my god. Okay, I know I said I wouldn't log back in to tell you stupid stuff, but oh my god. There's this guy. Was in the first panel, the Doctor Who one, sitting in the back and sulking for some reason, and I couldn't get a good look at him, but now he's just passed by our table and looked at us with a look of sheer, utter scorn —and oh my god you guys he's gorgeous. Tall and pale with dark, curly hair and grey, grey eyes. Thin as a rod and rocking the suit, shit looks modeled. He looks completely out of place in a con; he should be up showing off Dior outfits on a stage, or something. I wouldn't mind me a piece of that.

(I mean, hell, guys, what's a bloke to say? even Sarah was licking her lips at his (ridiculously adorable) backside. Damn.)

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jumperfucker@gmail.com is connected.

jumperfucker (19:34): hey, you around?
apparently not.
well, uh. I just wanted to say, you know, i'm at the con right now, and i was wondering
oh anyway forget it, you're probably working today or something, you wouldn't come at cons
so anyway, i'll talk to you later i guess

jumperfucker@gmail.com is disconnected.

cute enough to shoot you down (jumperfucker) wrote,

Okay, well, we're having room service in Bill's room right now, and we might be going for drinks later with a nice group of people we met at the Q&A, so we're all checking out our email inboxes on the two netbooks we're sharing, and I can tell you all about this afternoon.

The Q&A went well — it was really funny, the cast kept cracking inside jokes we didn't know the first thing about, and they didn't mind having their pictures taken afterwards, so we'll have a nice little diorama for you all later this week. No Rachel McAdams, as expected. Me and Mike went all D: at them.

hey wouldn't tell us much about the sequel at all, also as expected, but we had a long laugh about RDJ in drag, which is apparently really going to happen. Ready your knickers, girls and boys. There was a moment when he nearly stepped off the stage to show us — 'anyone got a spare skirt? one of the gentlemen in the first row, maybe?' — but JL pulled him back and said something in his ear, and RDJ just sort of started laughing like a loon and tossed his arm around his shoulders, and then stayed like that for the rest of the Q&A. They're not even trying to harsh our squee, are they?

Still, that was fun, and the Doctor Who panel earlier was quite good — 's all got to do with Arthur Darvill in a suit, I reckon. My god the man scrubs up well. Moffat was busy being very sneaky and mysterious, but he did drop a few spoilers about the second half of the season, which sarah_s is posting here. Last I checked, the comments count is rising fast, so get thee there quick, before the party is over!

Speaking of pretty men in suits, Tall, Pale and Gorgeous was at the Q&A this afternoon — sitting in the back fiddling with his phone where the ushers couldn't see — and he did ask a question. Baritone, slow and deep, amazing, hmmm.

Apparently, I have a voice kink. That's very new.

(And now I really hope he's not in fandom, reading this and laughing at me behind his screen. Hello, stranger.)

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From: my_croft,
To: consulting_detective,

You ought to tell him before he finds
out himself.

From: consulting_detective,
To: my_croft,

Stop harping on me.

From: lass_sirene,
To: consulting_detective,

He's right, you know.

From: consulting_detective,
To: lass_sirene,

Go away.


aaaaaand that's a wrap, for this part. more on tuesday or so. :D

Re: The Theory of Narrative Causality (2g/5ish)

oh, you do know how to string us along so delightfully. Very enjoyable section!

Re: The Theory of Narrative Causality (2g/5ish)

You have got to post this off-meme when it's done, even if you have to make a sock just for this because it's the most fucking amazing thing I've read in my life and the whole fandom needs to read it.

Re: The Theory of Narrative Causality (2g/5ish)

Oh hallo, new favorite WIP. :D Watching this show up piece by piece in my inbox was delightful.

The humor, the snark, the meta, the formatting, everything about this is amazing. ^___^

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I love this to little tiny bits. OMG, it's perfect. And I desperately wish those links were working - every one of them.

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I flailed with glee when I saw there was more of this. Deducing John! Tall, Pale and Gorgeous! I want them to meet so badly. This is amazing and I can't wait for more.

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