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It’s actually kind of fascinating how closely connected the memory is to the senses of smell and taste. For example, the smell of dried nail varnish reminds me of Marvel Comics and Iron Man in particular, because the time when I was the most obsessed by them coincided with when I started to paint my nails on a regular basis. The taste of Pepsi reminds me of Sherlock Holmes, since I started to buy it just before I went to the cinema, because I wanted something ~special~ to drink then. Cardamom reminds me of manga, because I was nuts about cardamom buns when I was twelve. And then there’s the soap in the bathroom downstairs, which drives me insane because it reminds me of something that I can’t put my finger on.

Why, yes, I am currently sleep-deprived. How are you all doing?

Ohmygod, I’m going to see Iron Man 2 this evening, Icanbarelycontainmyexcitement, I’ll even wear my cutest skirt!
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I have just written the closest I've ever come to a sex scene, I believe, though it's not much more than a summation hidden beneath layers and layers of purple prose. Oh, the purple prose. I can't believe I wrote this sentence:

When they later lie in the essence of their shared love, rising again from their mutual deaths, /.../

Excuse me if I go and feel thoroughly ashamed of myself for a while.
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You all remember that I love Clive Merrison and Michael Williams' takes on Holmes and Watson, right? Well, if you haven't realised why yet, allow me to show you.

For example, take their version of SCAN. As everyone knows, SCAN stars the famous ~Irene Adler~ and several Holmsians consider her the love of Holmes' life. One would expect that story would be crammed with het and gush, right? Ix nay, madame.
I mean, just look at the bloody start of the adaptation!

Watson: [voice-over] To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt anything akin to love for her. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his precise, analytical mind.

Holmes: [disgusted] Ugh, love. Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to true, cold reason.

Watson: [upset] Which you place above everything else!

Holmes: Of course! I should never marry myself—

Watson: [shouting] Hah! I would like to see the woman that would take you on!

Holmes: —lest I’d bias my judgement.

Watson: I trust that my judgement may survive the ordeal!

Holmes: Pshaw!

Oh, I cannot make this scene justice by mere words alone. Here, have a YouTubeesque sound-clip:

This is then followed by a terribly awkward visit, where it takes a good while for them to relax in each other's company. Which leads to the infamous quote, "I am lost without my Boswell."

Do you see why I love them so much now? ♥

Oh Yeah!

Apr. 24th, 2010 05:13 pm
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After lots of hustle and bustle, I finally have them in my hand!
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Clearly I am bored, because I usually don't give astrology any thought at all.

But perhaps if I applied it to Holmes and Watson? )
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I just read an amazing story. Really, I'm feeling emotionally drained right now.

How To Keep Bees [by [ profile] blacktablet]
Robert/Jude, Holmes/Watson | ~10,500 words | hard R | minor character death, swearing, angst, run-on sentences of run-on-ness | complete |

Robert goes through a terrible tragedy, Jude is there for him, and Holmes thinks Watson has quite lost his mind.

Listen, honestly, don't let the RPF thing scare you away. I don't read RPF, but I loved this fic. It's massively AU, if that helps in any way.

(I expect to hear from you soon, [ profile] ladylovelace, via either e-mail or comment, where you'll tell me what you thought of this fic.)
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Sorry for spamming your f-lists!

The fangirl formerly known as
is now known as
[ profile] beeinmybonnet
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Okay, my life has pretty much gone to pot at the moment. School is still a trainwreck, I’m still eighteen years old (ANGST) and mum decided it’s time to renovate the house, so my home is full of strange men and will remain so for five weeks.

Also, my medicine isn’t working, so we’re going to change back to my old one.

Appropriate icon is appropriate.

(On a completely different note, I seem to have a worrying tendency to associate trashy pop songs with my angst slash OTPs. Hm. If I could say what I want to say / I'd say I want to blow you — away / Be with you every night / Am I squeezing you too tight?~ ♪)
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I'm considering changing my username into something less obvious than my real name. Is this a good idea, or a disastrous one?
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Okay, so I survived my birthday. Yay. Now all I have to do is not having an anxiety attack over the fact that I’m considered an adult by the law of Sweden. Easier said that done. ::cowers::

But it wasn’t all bad. I mean, I got my own laptop (!!!) which I honestly didn’t expect. And I have a paid account. And my brother got Final Fantasy XIII as a non-birthday gift, so I’ve been watching him play it. For the first time in my life, I find myself checking out the girls rather than the boys in a FF game. But seriously, femme-slash and het ahoy!

I might also have a girl-crush on Vanille. I blame it on her red hair and Aussie accent.