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emmadelosnardos:

diifinity:

emmadelosnardos:

Pink Martini
¿Dónde estás, Yolanda?

This is the salsa/rumba that is playing in the restaurant when Sherlock interrupts the proposal.

Oh Pink Martini!

Either they used this song on purpose or didn’t bother to check a translation but it’s FANTASTIC. I did a quick, albeit rough translation of it:

Where are you, where are you, Yolanda?

What happened, what happened, Yolanda?

I looked for you, I looked for you, Yolanda

And you’re not there, and you’re not there Yolanda 

(repeat x2)

Your eyes gazed at me

Your lips kissed mine

With that burning fire,

A woman’s burning fire

The light in your eyes

The fire of your lips

Pierced through my chest and I fell in love with you

Where are you, where are you Yolanda?

What happened, what happened Yolanda?

I looked for you, I looked for you, Yolanda

And you’re not there, and you’re not there, Yolanda

(repeat x4)

They told me they saw you around

In a car, Yolanda

Very beautiful and arrogant

And they all whistled at you

If I were to find you one day

I don’t know what I’d do

I don’t know, I would go crazy

If I never saw you again

Where are you, where are you, Yolanda?

What happened, what happened, Yolanda?

I looked for you, I looked for you, Yolanda

And you’re not there, and you’re not there, Yolanda 

(repeat x2)

How lovely — I didn’t have time last night to search this down, but I also had similar thoughts re: the song being about someone looking for his or her missing lover. The narrator here could be either John or Sherlock, but either way, it’s a song about longing for someone who has gone away. And the instrumentation is just camp enough (more Casino Royale than Empty House) to undermine the whole gesture — a narrative technique we got quite the fill of last night in the new episode.

ETA: THIS. Jesus H. Christ, this. My narrative-play-loving self LOVED this tension; my CLOSURE DAMMIT CLOSURE-seeking self was busy banging my head on the wall. Beautifully put.

lobo-de-luna:

Let’s pretend it’s warm today.
11-24-13

lobo-de-luna:

Let’s pretend it’s warm today.

11-24-13

Here, at the end of the year, some recs


First ones first. I pimped this long and hard this time last year. It’s very likely not your OTP, but this story is so little about the relationship and so very much about life, the universe, and everything, that I really believe it should be read far and wide. Lucius_complex’s Between Constellations is Snarry (Snape/Harry - NOT underage, and this is AU from about Dumbledore’s death, I think) in name, and it haunts the sidelines of the story, but what it’s really about is Harry’s emotional maturity. Specifically, it takes him from still-somewhat-resentful boy, blaming others and especially Slytherins, to that person whose capacity for love and compassion has the ability to end wars. It’s not often that fic makes me cry (mostly because I avoid character death like the plague, and this does have character death), but I was bawling like a baby by the end of this - and yet, in such a cathartic way that… just, Jesus. If you can at all handle hints of this pairing (it’s a very nascent thing, and grudgingly tolerated by Snape) then do yourself a favor and read it.

What_alchemy’s Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour also… just, damn. Pretend boyfriends is one of my bulletproof kinks anyway, but this is spun out so delicately, and with such richness of character - both the ones we know, and the ones that WH has created (Mummy Holmes!!) - that it really stands out as just one of the best examples of what this trope can be. I think, when all is said and done, what clinches this one for me is how the fall haunts the story, taking it from trope to something deeper and more meaningful. John’s emotional (and sexual) progression here is believable, and Sherlock - especially since we’re seeing him through John’s eyes - is everything we hope he is. WH doesn’t stint on his capacity for cruelty and lashing out, on his immaturity, but she fills it in with a lonely childhood, an endless fascination with the whole world, and makes him so wonderfully beautiful and appealing that… that’s the Sherlock I think I tend to see, even when he’s being an ass. Really exquisite work

And then, finally, one more that just blew me away was How to Miss a Train, by suchaprettyface. It has humor and a pervasive, sweepingly romantic melancholy that seem perfectly suited to the circumstances of the story (Harry Watson’s funeral). This is yearning!Sherlock at his finest, and the way John comes around - both to a realization of Sherlock’s feelings and an acceptance of his own - is so beautifully protracted that, just, ahhh. God, I love this story.

So, there. You may have read the Johnlock’s, and you may not want to give the Snarry a go, but these are three really, truly amazing stories. And I have impeccable taste. So. ;)

I love you and your plurality. :)

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Hello, any and all new followers! It’s me, acafanmom. If girlonfic has followed you, acafanmom is the one doing the reading. But girlonfic likes and comments. Go figure.

*blushes like a mad thing* 75% of the impetus for this story is called “I need to handle The Mary Problem.” We’ll see how I pull it off.

I hadn’t thought of it this way before, but I think you do most of the work just making them (Mary and John) real people in a real relationship. Most of the Mary fics that I like manage this in one way or another; she’s got autonomy as a character, but more than that they’re both part of the relationship in such a way that - I’m not putting this well, but the part where you talked about the hum that their attraction had become just sounded like real married people. I dunno… I’m having a hard time articulating it, but I just like the way they sound as a couple, and it’s perfectly plausible as you’ve set it up that things may/will change between them. 

Ooooh, I like the sound of this…

She writes wonderful stuff anyway, but this looks like it’s going to be terrific.  For a short, fun one, try The Detective I Can’t Forget. :)