Setlock | a year later
North Gower St. London, UK Aug 21st 2013
Yeah, it was That Day, when hundreds of fans flocked to the fake 221B Baker Street on a hot August day in London just to catch a glimpse of these two. It was literally like taking part in some weird combination of theatre, television and an unplanned, yet well organized Sherlock fan event.
We met some incredible fans, made new friends, fought dehydration and hunger (because who would be nuts enough to lose their spot?!) and loved every minute of it. The Sherlock cast and crew had a great attitude towards us silly fanpeople, making sure we were all safe and entertaining us between takes.
Those who were there can now watch the episode they filmed that day, nudge their friend on the shoulder and say “Hear that silence? That’s us!”
Wow. Happy memories forever.
John held out his hand. “It’s been – really, an honor, Sherlock. One of the best acting experiences of my life. Thank you.”
Sherlock took his hand and shook it. “It’s been my privilege, John. Please keep in touch.”
“I will. You do the same.”
They hung on to each other’s hands for a beat, then released. John’s hand felt cold at once, as if the warmth of Sherlock’s grip had immediately become its new preferred state, and the absence of it was a bitter denial.
Sherlock stared out the window of the plane and watched Toronto diminish until the broke through the clouds and then he saw nothing but white. Sally was quiet in the seat next to him. He could hear her fingers on her BlackBerry, sending emails, making contacts, verifying things on his behalf.
Sherlock just stared. Stared out at the unrelenting whiteness, the blazing bright of the sky, the blue of it undimmed by moisture, blurry now with his own.
—The Guardian, regarding Sherlock (My favourite quote ever)
Adding the source for the disbelievers (x)
Can I just take a minute to talk about the amazing writers in this fandom?
I’ve written for a few fandoms in my day, and read works in many more, and I have never, ever seen a breadth and depth of quality like the Sherlock community produces on a routine basis….
Real life “Rosie the Riveter” - Tennessee, 1943.
GLORIFY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS IMAGE
When I started watching Sherlock I really thought it would be a serious detective drama I didn’t know it was a rom com about two dumb men with a lot of dick jokes