Hubby and I went out for breakfast this morning, so I had to be sociable with him instead of sticking my nose right inside your fic and snorting it up like literary cocaine.
Okay, so, right, that's where my brain is, I see. But still.
VENOMOUS HOLMES THE ELDER GETTING THE PATENTED JOHN WATSON TREATMENT IN BEING COURTEOUS. Ha. Brilliant. I see that vile twat made the mistake of thinking because John is 'shorter' he's therefore 'smaller'. Serves you right, you insufferable arse. I love this line:
>>Right then, he thought cheerfully, and kneed his future father-in-law hard in the groin<<
Oh, and this:
>> “Oh yeah,” John said, “Yes, we had loads of sex, so it was great. You know, gay sex, man on man, lots of it,” he added with relish - just for good measure.<<
Because I like it when they are a pair of stirrers.
Oh and this!
>>“You are,” he informed Hannibal, “a terrible fucking person.”<<
and I'd better stop quoting now or I'll be here all day.
So... is Sherlock going to find out that his best mate just gave his Dad a thrashing? Or Mycroft? Or did Mycroft just watch it all on his jury-built internal CCTV and eat popcorn?
I loved how John *understood* what Bartok was doing to Sherlock, without needing to understand the details. The scenes in the attic were fabulous, especially John's shriek and Sherlock laughing at him about it. I love all the crowdsourced knickknackery. For half a minute I wished they might crawl into the cupboard full of fur coats and find Narnia.
Mycroft and Not Anthea - perfect. Lovely.
And the anatomy lesson! Okay, one last quote, because I fell over laughing at: >>“This was a rather good lot. The last time I did dissection there were criers; God, I’ll never use kittens again."<< So wrong, but so so funny. I loved, too, how the process, making the pheasant's wings open, was a strange kind of science-beautiful.
And the case part of the fic was fabulous, too. Nicely done!
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Date: 2012-08-29 03:33 am (UTC)Okay, so, right, that's where my brain is, I see. But still.
VENOMOUS HOLMES THE ELDER GETTING THE PATENTED JOHN WATSON TREATMENT IN BEING COURTEOUS. Ha. Brilliant. I see that vile twat made the mistake of thinking because John is 'shorter' he's therefore 'smaller'. Serves you right, you insufferable arse. I love this line:
>>Right then, he thought cheerfully, and kneed his future father-in-law hard in the groin<<
Oh, and this:
>>
“Oh yeah,” John said, “Yes, we had loads of sex, so it was great. You know, gay sex, man on man, lots of it,” he added with relish - just for good measure.<<
Because I like it when they are a pair of stirrers.
Oh and this!
>>“You are,” he informed Hannibal, “a terrible fucking person.”<<
and I'd better stop quoting now or I'll be here all day.
So... is Sherlock going to find out that his best mate just gave his Dad a thrashing? Or Mycroft? Or did Mycroft just watch it all on his jury-built internal CCTV and eat popcorn?
I loved how John *understood* what Bartok was doing to Sherlock, without needing to understand the details. The scenes in the attic were fabulous, especially John's shriek and Sherlock laughing at him about it. I love all the crowdsourced knickknackery. For half a minute I wished they might crawl into the cupboard full of fur coats and find Narnia.
Mycroft and Not Anthea - perfect. Lovely.
And the anatomy lesson! Okay, one last quote, because I fell over laughing at: >>“This was a rather good lot. The last time I did dissection there were criers; God, I’ll never use kittens again."<< So wrong, but so so funny. I loved, too, how the process, making the pheasant's wings open, was a strange kind of science-beautiful.
And the case part of the fic was fabulous, too. Nicely done!