I meant to mention this before, but I've been so caught up in off-line stuff (work and home), that I completely forgot to put it up last week!

Anyway, there is a campaign to send Martin Freeman (you know, the man with the faaaaace) ALL THE POSTCARDS to show support for his amazing performance in Sherlock.

The information is here in slodwick's lj.

Really, I just love this idea, not only because he already won a BAFTA, but also because it just seems like such a harmless, lovely way to show him just how freaking amazing he is as John Watson. I mean, seriously, I could write odes and limericks and do interpretive dances to show my vast and all consuming love for Doctor John Watson. And it's all Martin Freeman's fault. :)

It's not too late to participate! You just have to send a postcard out this week! All of the information is in the post I linked above, so have at it!


Anyway, under the cut is...

( my postcard...Collapse )


AND THEN!!!


( Martin's response to some of the postcards starting to show up, via his partner on facebook...Collapse )


*happy sigh* ♥

I just love things like this.

obsession, a love story

Obsessive is just a word the disorganized use - for the focused.

It's not the only word they use.

-Cabin Pressure, episode 2x01 Helsinki

Obsessive.

Yes, that would be me.

When I think back on all of my years of living (and there have been several more than thirty by now), I can identify so many things upon which I have obsessed. When I would read a novel, if I liked it enough, I would seek out all of the other books in the series, or all of the other books by the same author that I could get my hand on. As well, I would read them almost to the exclusion of everything else. It would not be unusual for me to discover a new author or series at the library on Sunday, and by the next Saturday, have exhausted both the local library and bookstore and be on the look-out for the next thing to read.

It didn't always apply to books, either. When I was seven or eight, my free play was dominated by Star Wars. All of the neighborhood kids and I would get our toys, use sticks and other things we could fashion, and we would have marathon battles and space experiences that ranged all over our houses and streets and backyards. I, being the only girl, got to be Princess Leia, which was awesome. She was an epic badass and I loved her. This went on for months. I remember my mother asking once, if we were ever going to play anything else. I remember looking at her strangely and thinking: of course not.

Why in the world would we want to do something else?

During my adolescence, I went through several obsessions, the most notable being Duran Duran, and all of the fantasies stories that my best friend and I would write down and tell each other about on the phone and during sleep-overs. This was the first time I started thinking about (*gasp*) sex, and about the very real possibility that I would probably like to try it some day. And that I might very much like Simon le Bon to be one of my partners.

The sex did happen. Sadly, the Simon le Bon bit did not.

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Oh I am filled with so much love right now.

So, last night (after a couple of drinks) I wrote silly/drunk/Sherlock+John/crack!fic. And lots of people just enabled/supported it.

Then this morning I read a lovely story that just made my heart burst with love for Sherlock and John and then, later on during the day someone left a short, but so lovely comment on an anon fic that I'm writing, and just, gah... I am just brimming over with love for these two characters. BRIMMING.

and then tonight I was at a screening of Frankenstein and even though my heart is broken it is still just SO FULL all at once. I spent time with lovely fandom people tonight who get it.

I love this feeling; I love having characters that interest me, that draw me in, that make me think about them all the time. I fall hard for characters and oh god, am I smitten. Sherlock. John. I want to draw hearts all around them and read them in a zillion stories and write them in (well, really only one so far, heh) so many situations. I want to imagine all of the possibilities and have other people help me imagine more.

So Much Love. I am just spilling over with love -- it can't be contained, IT CAN'T. Sometimes I'm almost drowning in it.

And then I realized that well... this place. Fandom. This is a place where I can go and I can gush about my love for John Watson. For Sherlock Holmes (and their epic, epic, epic love), and people get it.

Even if you don't share love for these exact characters, or for this exact pairing, you have it for other characters, other relationships. SO YOU KNOW THE FEELING.

and that is just so amazing, isn't it? That there's the place, this gathering place where we can all come and squeal and think and talk and gush and love, and everyone just understands the love.

I have so much love, guys, omg. My heart is so full. And you all get it. I wish I could give you all a million hearts and we could sit together in some gigantic fandom common room and squeal out loud together.

How amazing we all are. ♥


[and that's my fandom spooge for today. Please forgive. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS OKAY.]

I was driving home tonight, exhausted after another long day and got thinking about you all.

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