It's all a falling through -

To all Sherlock Fanfiction writers whom don’t live in the UK.

In light of me laying in bed a sweaty mess until 7am this morning unable to sleep, I would like to point out that London, is in fact, NOT AT ALL always rainy. We do have good weather.

The thing is, we Brits have a tendency to complain either way, it’s always either too hot or too cold for our tender souls. I expect John and Sherlock would be much the same.

I live in East London, so I’m talking from experience; the sound and east of the country is in fact the warmest part of the country, and we very often have year-long droughts. We sometimes have less water per head than some places much closer to the equator. 

However, the West and North are very very rainy. And with Global Warming, the North and West are getting wetter, and the South and East are getting hotter.

It jut irks me some when the majority of Sherlock fan fictions depict the weather as being horrid. I’d very much like some variety weather-wise!

This has been your daily helpful pointer from your favourite British Lesbian.

Heres where I say something profound. So listen.

When people write about Sherlock and John having grown old together and keeping bees together in Sussex, my Limbic System doesn’t care how sickeningly happy it is, it always makes me sad. I’m sorry, I know they’re fictional, but I do rather believe they made me begin to be able to fathom the thought of soul mates and absolute love, of completely imperfect and conditional love yet being love so fully and wholesomely. Of being drawn to one spectacular human, out of the many that we meet, how they seem so spectacular to us simply because they exist. It matters.

They made me believe that sexuality has nothing to do with who you fall in love with. At all. That point matters.

It doesn’t matter if you consider yourself a heterosexual male, then fall in love with the beautiful deductive genius that you killed a man for on the second day you knew each other.

Or if you’re married to your work and prefer to remain distanced and completely uninterested in anything so tedious, and then begin to harbour profound, poignant emotions towards the jumper wearing, ex-army doctor who had the brilliant audacity to call you an idiot after saving your life on the second day you knew him.

I could only long for something so beautiful, even though the specifics are fictional, the base emotions are there, they exist. And it matters.

So, I concur with what this rant is all about: It breaks my heart in the most fantastic way to read things about two wonderful fictional characters retiring. Because even though they left behind what drew them together, left behind London, and Baker Street, getting to the age where there friends, Mrs Hudson, Greg Lestrade, are dying around them, they find themselves enamoured in what they gained from every psychopath who tried to blow them up: Each other. And that, my friends, matters.

Seriously.

Are the vast majority of you simultaneously menstruating today?

Can we take a step back.
To look at our lives, our choices, our futures.

And calm the bollocks down! It’s a TV show! An absolutely masterfully wondrous TV show none the less, based on some of the best literary works ever to exist, but it’s NOT worth people hurting each other over! It is nonsensical.

I love the majority of this fandom. But we need to calm down.

I’ve realised.

When someone starts watching Sherlock, they see Benedict Cumberbatch, and they’re like;

“Meh, average, a bit funny looking.”

Then.

Like a bulldozer full of beauty and elegance.

They realise how bloody gorgeous he is.

It’s always a very life altering moment.

Especially because of this;

And some of this;

And especially this:

LESTRADE’S LEAST IRRITATING OFFICER IS LESTRADE.