Remember when Sherlock called an angry emoticon an angry emoticon?
(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)
And I am thankful for everything you Seth and Chel are doing because it is a seriously long wait before the 3rd season and I don’t know what I would be doing as a Sherlock fan aside from watching the past 2 seasons over and over again.
But because Seth and Chel keeps up Texts, it feels like Sherlock is still here. I’ve sort of adapted Texts as canon for BBC Sherlock because of how similar it is to the series. Whew. Amazing work. Thanks you guys :)
Welcome to the sub-fandom! I have to tell you something, though… It IS canon! Seth and Chel isn’t really Seth and Chel. They’re Moffat and Gatiss. 
but I’m so scared! I’m not sure if I can handle texts feels again. TT ^ TT
It’s somehow sad that they’re back to normal without Sherlock taking care of his “issue” properly. But John was there for him so I guess they’re fine.
Ah, but that’s the beauty of Texts! It’s not like regular fanfiction. Issues don’t come up and get solved immediately, easy-peasy. We’ve seen bits of this issue before, and no doubt we’ll see it again. It’s more lifelike. History doesn’t get fixed with a few kind words and shared feelings.
Besides, wouldn’t say it’s all better. Sherlock’s coming across a bit stilted, and John still seems to be wearing kid gloves.
^Reblogging for that comment.
(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)
It’s somehow sad that they’re back to normal without Sherlock taking care of his “issue” properly. But John was there for him so I guess they’re fine.
(Source: textsfromjohnandsherlock)
Note: No warnings. Directly follows “interlude #10.” Also found on LJ and AO3.
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The following evening, John picks Penny up at seven just as he said he would. They take a cab to the gala together, and he can’t stop looking at her. She’s utterly gorgeous. Not that she wasn’t gorgeous the day before, but tonight she’s done something to her eyes—the dark shadow above them brings out their color even more, somehow—and her hair pours over her shoulders in loose auburn waves. The city lights glancing off of it make it shine all the more.
“I’m so excited,” she says to him as they pull up to the venue. “Thank you agreeing to go with me, John, really. It’s so much better than staying home alone.”
John peers up at the hotel building, at all of the well-dressed people milling around just inside, laughing and talking and enjoying champagne, and says, “Well, I’m glad you’re excited, because it looks like they’re all having a terrible time and we’ll probably be miserable.” She laughs. Nice to be able to make someone laugh. He didn’t realize how much he needed this night out until now. “No, I’m joking, of course. Let’s go inside.”
They go inside. John brushes against someone in the atrium, but instantly forgets about it when he sees the party laid out before him. The gala is as glittery and glitzy as it looked from outside, and the theme of Valentine’s Day romance is so prominent that it practically smacks you in the face, from the pink and red décor to the hors d’oeuvres, quiches in the shapes of tiny hearts. Penny was right, it probably would be miserable to attend this gathering without a partner. Luckily, John doesn’t have that problem; what would ordinarily be complete overkill to him seems appropriate for the occasion, probably because of Penny.
Can I just say? In my infinite history of Sherlock fanfiction and from what I’ve read from the ACD stories, I’ve never read anything so perfectly put together. The characters were spot on (ACD characters annoy me sometimes, but this Sherlock and John are perfect); the action scene was perfectly put together; I could imagine the room the party was held in so vividly, I might as well have been watching it (it was weird, because I don’t think the room was even described); the idea that Penny was one of Mycroft’s women? I actually had a moment where I thought: how the hell did I not think about that before? (I rarely have those moments - and when I do, I can’t help but flail over how amazing it was covered up).
You two, are - in my mind - the Sherlock and John. <3
Oh my goodness, I don’t think I have any words to express my gratitude for this. Thank you so, so, so much. c:
Note: No warnings. Directly follows “interlude #9.” Can also be found on LJ and AO3.
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Valentine’s Day.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Tomorrow will be the League’s FINAL PUSH, the coup de théâtre. Every theft has been related to Valentine’s Day—the jewelry, the painting, especially the candy. The Met located the stolen candy earlier today, floating across the surface of Pen Ponds in Richmond Park. Glare of the sunlight on the silver foil candy wrappers: highly noticeable. (Sherlock thought it was almost beautiful.) However, this time, no obvious vandalism at the site. Unless the candy in the water was the vandalism. Could be. AFTER DELIVERANCE WE’LL HAVE A PERIOD OF REST…
What was the League trying to do? Steal from the rich and give to the poor fish, ducks, and deer? And what does the location mean? What does the park point to? The nun points to the church, yes. The candy store points to the warehouses. Something’s wrong about this. The park will point to—anywhere with high foot traffic? Doesn’t feel right. Sherlock sighs, shaking his head. Go over it again. Valentine’s Day: a romantic occasion. Richmond Park: a romantic destination, according to (various) travel guides. Hills with stunning views, those are supposed to be romantic. Watching the sun go down and the stars come out—or whatever it is normal people do. (Astronomy tends to inspire romance, doesn’t it? Constellations and planets and things?)
Wait. Wait, this is familiar…
This makes me want to die now. Oh dear. I’m torn! John! Sherlock! But I really think that this needs to happen to them: John setting his foot down, Sherlock feeling. But still! Next interlude pleaaaase!
