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Decided to watch Sherlock from the beginning again. I think my sudden desire was caused by these pictures from the set of 303 that appeared today: link.

I've seen many haters complaining about how Sherlock treated Donovan, that it was misogynist. No, it wasn't. Considering that she kept calling him a freak to his face, in front of his colleague, the fact that he pointed out she was sleeping with Anderson was small potatoes. I didn't see anything misogynist or sexist about that. All I saw was him calling her out on her hypocrisy: she was sleeping with her married colleague while trying to play the moral high-ground card. What's the saying about stones and glass houses?

What I really loved were the many, many scenes in which John totally flabbergasted Sherlock. Like when Sherlock thought that John was making a move on him - I have never seen Sherlock so flustered, LOL! Or when he demanded John to be more imaginative about his dying thoughts and John told him that he didn't need to use imagination because it really happened to him - you could see that, for a second or two, Sherlock was completely speechless. Or when John figured out that Sherlock was a drug user - John's disbelief and Sherlock's imploring look! Or when Sherlock realized that John killed for him. For the very first time, Sherlock showed real concern for another human being. This, this is why I love the show so much!

Another sweet thing? The relationship between Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson. They love each other so much and it's so incredibly sweet...

I also suddenly felt like listening to this podfic again, "One in Ten Thousand" by blind_author, read by themusecalliope, a gen story in which John has a rare medical condition that actually saved his life in the past...

Peeps, you need to check this out: "The Blog of Eugenia V. Watson, Ninja Warrior". It's lunchee role playing Genie, John Watson's daughter. Lunchee will be reading and posting a series of blog entries (written by madlori) in "real time" - as in she will post them on the days listed in the original blog entries. How awesome is that? Go, check it out! The first entry is already in!

"Leave the Signs and the Sirens" by out_there, read by podlizzie | Post TGG | Sherlock/John | After John's released and back home at Baker St, Sherlock still feels it. Down the centre of his chest there's an ache like a healing wound. A physical awareness of a body he usually ignores as much as he can. It's psychosomatic, nothing more interesting than that. | 2hr. 35min.

The denim under Sherlock's cheek is warm and soft, and smells like John's detergent. Sherlock lets his eyes close again. John's fingers keep stroking his hair, a loose, careless motion that makes Sherlock wonder how long John's been doing it. It's a habitual gesture of John's: John tends to run his fingers along the armrest of the armchair when he's reading a paper; the fingers of his left hand will trace nonsense patterns on his knee while he's watching telly. John touches mindlessly, carelessly, without conscious thought. Sherlock's observed it many times. He has a few theories on why, the most likely cause is a self-soothing mechanism developed when young, the touch of familiar textures as a way of reducing anxiety. Or it might be a developed gesture since John's return, a cover of regular movement to hide shaking hands.

Whatever the cause, the sensation is rather… nice, Sherlock decides.

I already rec'd this one as a fic some time ago, now I'm rec'ing it as a podfic. It's a really, really good and interesting story in which Sherlock deals with PTSD.

"Not Dying Today" by Morgan_Stuart, read by lunchee | Gen | The first (and only) time John saw Sherlock and Anderson work well as a team without complaint, they were performing CPR on Lestrade. | 20 mins.

After thirty compressions, a panting Anderson sank back on his haunches, making room for Sherlock to crouch forward. With something surprisingly like tenderness, Sherlock tilted Lestrade’s head backward and lifted his chin forward before sealing his mouth over the detective inspector’s. Sherlock gave a long breath, checked Lestrade’s chest, and then repeated the maneuver.

Sherlock’s hand lingered on Lestrade’s silvering hair even after he leaned back to allow Anderson to continue.

Everybody is awesome in this fic! And it made me want to watch... something... with Rupert Graves in it. The man is so pretty... *happy sigh*

"Sleep Is a Place" by mad_maudlin, read by cellardoorpodfic | Gen or pre-slash | Sherlock hasn't slept in four days. | 16min.

John snuffles as you slide under the blanket with him, dressing gown and all, then snaps awake. "What? Sherlock? What the hell--?"

"Shhhhh." It's a single phoneme, pure sibilance, and in the still of the room it seems like it will never end, like all the air will rush out of you with it, all the dancing motes of thought. It's a terrible idea and you are too tired enough to mind it. John's mattress is entirely too firm.

"Sherlock, it's three o'clock in the bloody morning. What's the matter?"

"Sleep."

This podfic is like a lullaby. The reader almost convinced me that I was terribly sleepy too. The way she read it, so softly...

"Duvet (Green)" by mazarin221b, read by cellardoorpodfic | Sherlock/John | Sherlock needs to defragement, so he restructures his Mind Palace to look like 221b. What he puts in John's room is a surprise, even for him. | 19min.

Lying in bed he blinks at the ceiling, feeling the lingering warmth of John’s hand against this skin.

Reset reference

Victor Trevor (delete)

Sex

Desire

Affection

Warmth

Touch

Up 23 steps

Duvet (green)

Sherlock doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

Lovely! I love the description of how Sherlock builds his Mind Palace...

Another oldie but goodie!

"Sonata Form" by cj_ludd18, read by fayjay | Gen | Mycroft Holmes has always revolved his life around that of his little brother, whether he wishes to do so or not. | 56min.

The quiet is even worse than the screaming.

Mycroft calmly takes a sip of his coffee and checks the time.

He is never going to be forgiven for this.

He tells himself he doesn’t really mind.

This must be one of the best Mycroft centric fic I've come across in this fandom, hands down.

The whole thing with gender-bending Watson in Elementary made me want to listen to my most favorite gender-bending fic EVER!

"Five Times Sherlock's Gender Didn't Matter (And One Time It Did)" by blind_author, read by themusecalliope | John/Sherlock | AU | Female!Sherlock is constantly surprised by John Watson. | 20min.

She's aware she resents typical gender roles most of the time, but she's perfectly willing to use stereotypes when they benefit her.

“It's perfectly true, given that it's my 'time of the month', to use the colloquialism-”

“It is?”

Sherlock pauses. “I thought you were aware – I'm told I become more irritable.”

John snorts. “Sherlock, you're irritable all the time.”

I love it! Love it, love it, love it! I would love to watch a SH series or any series at all, to be perfectly honest, featuring characters like these! I'm usually not fond of gender-bending fics, but this is just... \o/ This podfic makes me so, so happy!

"Backup Copies" by etothepii, read by lunchy | John/Sherlock | When John dies, Sherlock doesn't know what to do. But Mycroft does. A Dollhouse Xover. | 1hr. 45min.

"I'll find you," Sherlock promises. "I'll find you and I'll kill him and I'll bring you home. I promise."

John laughs on the other line, and it is the worst sound Sherlock has ever heard, because there's no hope in it. It's empty and bleak and defeated. "Maybe. But if you don't, I just wanted to let you know -- I love you. Okay? Did you hear me, Sherlock? It's okay if you don't find me, it's not your fault, and I love you."

It's such a creepy story. Yet I had tears in my eyes during the Sherlock parts. His feelings... ;_;

"The Whore Of Babylon Was A Perfectly Nice Girl" by out-there, read by aethel | Sherlock/John | Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head. | 3hr. 36min.

"Over four hundred?" John hears himself say in a really discomforting, high-pitched whine. It's not that Sherlock's horribly disfigured, or doesn't know how to dress his stick-insect figure to best advantage, but still. John had been imagining about a tenth of that. Maybe. "You've slept with over four hundred people? I'm amazed your genitals are still attached."

I'm smitten with this fic/podfic! It's mostly about sex - not them actually having sex but rather talking about it - about their different takes on it. Sherlock is his mad self, John is bewildered and Mycroft meddles as is his usual MO. Fantastic!