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I hate my brain SO MUCH.
I happened across this lolstatic bit of canon this morning on Tumblr, and all I can think about is how RDJ secretly has this episode downloaded somewhere on his laptop and he watches late at night for some lolz and then calls Jude in the middle of the night and says, "You were such a cute girl," and Jude's all, "GODDAMN IT I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T KNOW," and then Robert just makes cooing noises at him.
IDEK. I also apparently cannot stop writing about prostitute!Holmes, um. But no more Sherlock Holmes ficoutside of email chatfic until my draft of my
bandombigbang fic is done! I MEAN IT. *stomps foot*
I repainted my bathroom this weekend. It...was an experience, to say the least. What started out as Mr. Foxx repairing a crack in the dry wall in the dining room turned into a complete overhaul of the master bedroom bathroom. Don't ask. I am still covered in paint, and at this rate I have no idea how I'm expected to repaint the rest of the house, since I am so faily at home improvement.
I've already been to Starbucks twice today. But hey, first iced caramel macchiato of the season for me! It feels like spring finally!
And this feels belated, but once again, thanks to everyone who commented to my last post on my dad. I wanted to reply to all of you, but I'm kind of in denial about everything right now, so a blanket ~~hug~~ for everyone will have to do. ♥
I happened across this lolstatic bit of canon this morning on Tumblr, and all I can think about is how RDJ secretly has this episode downloaded somewhere on his laptop and he watches late at night for some lolz and then calls Jude in the middle of the night and says, "You were such a cute girl," and Jude's all, "GODDAMN IT I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T KNOW," and then Robert just makes cooing noises at him.
IDEK. I also apparently cannot stop writing about prostitute!Holmes, um. But no more Sherlock Holmes fic
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I repainted my bathroom this weekend. It...was an experience, to say the least. What started out as Mr. Foxx repairing a crack in the dry wall in the dining room turned into a complete overhaul of the master bedroom bathroom. Don't ask. I am still covered in paint, and at this rate I have no idea how I'm expected to repaint the rest of the house, since I am so faily at home improvement.
I've already been to Starbucks twice today. But hey, first iced caramel macchiato of the season for me! It feels like spring finally!
And this feels belated, but once again, thanks to everyone who commented to my last post on my dad. I wanted to reply to all of you, but I'm kind of in denial about everything right now, so a blanket ~~hug~~ for everyone will have to do. ♥
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Prostitute!Holmes? Mmmmmmmmmppphhhhhyeah.
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Prostitute!Holmes? Mmmmmmmmmppphhhhhyeah.
The general working plot right now is that Holmes is working undercover as a prostitute, but he doesn't tell Watson about it at all. Watson is oblivious to what's going on, except for the fact that Holmes keeps staying out all night and not coming back to Baker Street until the morning. Which isn't that abnormal, really, but Watson starts noticing that Holmes isn't so much coming back home bruised and battered (i.e. after a night of fighting) as he is exhausted and skittish around Watson. Watson isn't questioning it, though; it's of no consequence to him where Holmes spends his evenings or what he's doing. He doesn't like how more and more lately Holmes keeps avoiding his eyes, though...
Then Holmes comes home one morning completely disheveled and looking utterly exhausted. And there is an ugly dark bruise on his neck.
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One of my favourite moments of your modern day AU (and I don't think I told you this at the time) is when Holmes is like "...I have other clients to service" and Watson *freaks out*
The idea of Watson's mix of jealousy and concern for Holmes in the prostitute fic is just wonderful.
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Um, also, at some point after Watson finds out what Holmes is up to he goes looking for him. And, idk, filthy sex happens. *cough*
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Have you read about this: the Cleveland Street scandal? It's slap bang in the right time period for our boys.
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OMG, it's perfect.
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Also? There can never be enough prostitute!Holmes fic. I'm just sayin'... ;)
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Uuuugh, I just want a million words of prostitute!Holmes and Watson dealing with the fallout of him having fucked all sorts of nameless people in the name of investigation.
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