So, now that we’re at the end, Newbie, I’m definitely interested in what you think of everything I’ve written here. Oh, you didn’t read it... you just skipped straight to the end? That’s cheating! Well, the summary below is not bad, but you missed all the best bits above. (Like the cannibals.)
As I like to tease in my ineffectual, COMPLETELY one-way conversation with Powers That Be: I still think they got “too woolly and messy”. I hated S4 it didn’t fit with my expectations that the story was going to get simpler instead of more convoluted... that it was going to be so clear and transparent that I could sit on the chesterfield (hehee) next to my parents and let the TV do most of the talking for me. But I’ve grown up a bit since those days.
BBC Sherlock is a plane. There are many people on the ground, all over the world that would like to greet it where it lands and they flock to the tarmac: banners and glow-sticks waving...
On one strip are the fans that think they’re just bro-mancing up London, methodically solving mysteries like the two big bros-before-hoes they’ve always been through history (and wouldn’t it be a travesty to fuck with history?)
On another, the Sherlolly flag flies high... Sherlock’s in love, as the promo promised us, and who better with than the obvious choice: (hasn’t there always been such chemistry between them?)
On a third (perhaps the smallest contingent, but definitely the noisiest) proclaiming that if they see that plane land with Amanda or Louise stepping off in any capacity, they are going to (metaphorically only, one hopes!) club them with a nail-studded bat, as evidenced by their online rhetoric EVERY SINGLE TIME someone at the BBC or otherwise attempts to laud the characters, to this very day. Ah. “True” Love.
If someone with meager fortitude was flying that plane, they might give up at three. They might look out the cockpit window, say ‘fuck it’ and crash in the ocean. But I think the pilots have always been looking to that place that isn’t paved yet. Of course, I could be falling victim to the same fallacy as everyone else and just seeing what I want to see. The interesting thing to me is this: can people celebrate something that wasn’t the story they were expecting?
The cognitive giants of that third welcome wagon think that Dale Pike’s attention whoredom has always been a call to join my ranks in some spirited crusade of fuckery. Here it is, then:
I want to flip a very spirited Toby Tall at Auntie Beeb for treating us like puppets... followed by a winky Thumbs Up: Good Story. And I want the rest of the world to see WHO the clever ones are, and what matters. But I don’t give a good goddamn if anyone comes with me or not. In fact, I’d prefer that some of you stay home... you’re stinking up the cabin: more Normies are gonna wake up and parachute out if you don’t slap on some pit-stick and spruce yourselves up a bit.
As long as AO3 doesn’t delete my stories, I will stand here, on the grass, in the dark, with my candle in hand, as I always have. I will look around, to see if anyone is here with me. Occasionally, I will give a friendly shout or wave to someone that seems to feel similarly and wants to light this plane home. I will talk... because that’s what people do. If someone from one of the other taxiway contingents calls me stupid or delusional or ill-intentioned, I will probably talk to them too, with manners that befit the Commonwealth if at all possible (and if you don’t believe me on that, browse the comments sections of any of my stories). “For, though the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.” (ah! I always love an opportunity to quote V!)
And yes, Fury, I will whore myself for that concept all over your silly little town, any day, any time.
It’s foolish, I know, to think that I’d to be able to cast much light with just one candle. Hell; I don’t even have any certainty that the plane’s gonna land in that place, or IF it’s ever going to land at all! But here’s the thing... I haven’t ever been doing it because I think it’s the “correct” place.
I’m doing it because I think it’s the right one.
And you don’t need to hold a candle with me. But you’re welcome to; no matter who you are.
