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So we're watching Slayers while caitirin crochets and I work on writing, and I just had this thought...

Midorikawa Hikaru is to meaningful wordless vocalizations in Japanese as Clive Merrison is to such in English. They need to produce something together XD [/dork]

I got this meme from janeturenne, and she asked me about some quite wonderful things :)

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

Cut, because I tend to go on. I discuss Holmesslash, but since I just talk about my definition of the term and about the fandom, it's safe for non-slashers.

( hands )

( Shakespeare )

( dreams/nightmares )

( research )

( Holmesslash )

Finally, I've got another drabble/drawble meme request finished! This one is for liek_woah86 :D She asked for Holmes-and-Watson warm fluffies, involving them getting dressed up smart to go somewhere. This was such fun to write! I had Clive Merrison and Michael Williams in my head the whole time, so if you're inclined, you can imagine their voices.

I've been chomped on by the Holmes fic bug again :3 I even started working on another one today.

Characters: Holmes and Watson
Rating: G like whoa.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,035
Author's Notes: This is absolutely warm and fluffy, with nothing more serious than Holmes's occasional good-natured snarkiness.

( An Evening Out )

*is dweeb*

In my efforts to contribute to watsons_woes, a community where the rules necessitate that Watson either gets beaten up or falls ill or is in other ways woeful, I've come across a block in my research. I love to do research so very much that I sometimes end up spending more time trying to find out what treatment the Victorians would have prescribed for intestinal inflammation than actually writing the fic that involves such disorders. But one question came up time and time again when doing research and planning fics: at what point would a couple of middle class gentlemen such as Holmes and Watson go to the hospital rather than be treated by a physician in their home?

My early research seemed to say that hospitals were for the poor – people who had nowhere else to go – and that was that. Anyone who could afford it had a doctor come to them when they got sick. But this information came from the time ranging between the 1840's and 1870's, not the late 1880's through early 1900's when our stories usually take place. I also ran into a lack of information about what would happen if someone, say, got hit by a cab, or fell down the stairs and broke their arm, or got the snot beaten out of them by criminals in a dark alley, or had scaffolding collapse on them. Would injuries like these be taken care of by a nearby physician, fetched from his consulting rooms, or would the injured person be taken to a hospital? I've endeavored to answer this question as best I can from primary sources and modern accounts of the period. I took entirely from www.victorianlondon.org (which is a remarkable resource - all the content is from books and magazines and articles published in the Victorian era). I've included anything that mentioned the financial state of the patients, or medical school, on account of this being Watson research, you know.

( Lots of text from primary sources, and a little babbling from me. )

I welcome corrections of any sort or further information if anyone has it :) Incidentally, I'm off work today :3 Just a random vacation day because I was starting to go twitchy. Let the Brett/Burke marathon commence!

Time for a more coherent review of the Roxburgh/Hart "Hound of the Baskervilles"! First, a couple of things I noticed about the movie on a general level. I think I was in the perfect place to watch it - I've seen lots of adaptations of HOUN and I've liked them all pretty well, I have my own firm notions of what the characters are like and I don't expect a movie to portray them that way, and I know the Holmes and Watson's history and the placement of this story in the timeline. I think that you kind of have to, in order to appreciate why Watson is so angry at Holmes throughout most of the movie - it's refreshing to see him like that, when you're used to him just taking it. I would think that if you hadn't seen a lot of Holmes movies or read all of the stories lots of times, you'd be kind of like "O_o And why do they live together again?"

Costumes = YAY and scenery = DOUBLE FREAKING YAY. I've been to Dartmoor once, and that's what it looked like. Except it was sunny when I was there.

Anyway, possibly more about plot and stuff later, but on to the characters because that's what I like talking about XD

( Cut for rambling, as usual )

I really am starting to wonder about my luck having all these Holmes dreams XD This one was plottier, such as it is, and somewhat less cuddlefluffy than the other two, but equally delightful in its own way.

So this is the third dream I've had in which I discovered a Sherlock Holmes movie that I didn't know existed. The other two were Russian Holmes movies, but this one was a Granada Holmes movie - interesting because I actually haven't seen all of the Brett-Hardwicke movies. Anyway, in the dream I was under the impression that this was either one of the movies I haven't seen yet or one I didn't even know existed. Most likely the latter, because it featured Lestrade prominently, and while I've read that they expanded his role in The Master Blackmailer, I doubt it was this prominent.

Unfortunately I remember very little of it, but it was certainly Jeremy Brett and Colin Jeavons circa first/second season (side note: weirdly, my Holmes dreams so far all feature particular actors, not the Holmes and Watson in my head). Holmes and Lestrade were working on a case together, something that was personal to Lestrade, and they were about to send him out to be a decoy or bait for a trap or some kind of thing where he had to go into the midst of the bad guys. Whatever these people had done, the memory of it it was distressing him, and the ruse was going to be extremely dangerous as well. It was dark, and they were hiding in an alley, and I think Lestrade was about to go out onto the street to get into a carriage with the bad people. He put his hand on Holmes's arm, and Holmes covered Lestrade's hand with his and squeezed it, and that was all.

That's all I needed it to be, really. *happy little hand-touching reverie*

The second result of that meme! A ficlet for janeturenne, who could not have possibly given me a better prompt if I begged her. She asked for Holmes/Watson and Shakespeare, with extra points if I got Holmes to call Watson his Horatio. I had such fun with this, and I really hope it's everything you wanted :)

Pairing: Holmes/Watson, possibly the slashiest thing I've ever written. Predictably, the slashiest thing I've ever written turned out very mild indeed.
Rating: I dunno. PG for cuddling Victorians?
Warnings: Mushiness. Gratuitous Shakespeare.

Word Count: 834
Author's Notes: I have found that I love writing literary allusions into other fictional universes quite beyond reason.

( I will wear him in my heart's core )

I've written my first drabble (ficlet, actually) from my post yesterday! That quick, too. I hope to actually get all of these done in a timely manner, unlike that first kiss meme where I took over a year to write minyan's Horatio and Laertes fic ^^;;

This one is for the marvelous and talented kcs2008! It's Holmes and Watson friendship, with a rainy night and hugging and I truly hope warm fuzzies. The angst sort of got away from me, but I think it ended with warmth :) It's a missing scene from "The Five Orange Pips," the night after Holmes and Watson find out that Openshaw's been murdered.

In case anyone hasn't read this story, here's what you need to know: ( Clickity )

736 words, rated G. The only possible warnings I can think of are slight darkness and Holmes having self-destructive thoughts. I entertained the idea of trying this in the third person, but I apparently fail at that, so it's Watson's POV, as usual. I hope you like it! :D

( What Sort of Man )

I finally (finally - I'm so slow!) finished my annotations of "The Six Napoleons" for janeturenne's fabulous The Slasher's Annotated Sherlock Holmes. This was just about the most fun thing I've ever done. I know why I did my MA in literature XD No doubts at all. This is what I thrive on.

The Slasher's Annotated "The Six Napoleons"

As always, with me, my interpretations can be seen as slashy or not. SIXN is such a significant story in regards to the sometimes-uncertain friendship between Holmes and Lestrade that I focus mostly on that in my annotations, but as always, there are several bits that discuss Watson and Holmes. I also made liberal use of the OED in figuring out some archaic terms. Whee!

And I have had such a busy, wonderful weekend that it's definitely time to collapse into bed! I can't believe it's Sunday night already!

I had another Holmes dream the other night, of similar ilk (though somewhat stranger) to the last one. It was strange, too, because I had a rather horrific dream right before it, and it was like my brain went "Whoops, that one was too much! Here, have this to make up for it."

( Dreams, the bad first, then the much nicer one )