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PSA 5: Welcome to the team!

Assistant Director | wsswatson

Subtext | sherlockeleven

Subtext | bbcatemysoul

Film Editor | brienne-the-blue

Unit Publicist | elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey

Illustrator | aka-osuke

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Congratulations to the first to be selected! We are eager to begin working with you in the coming year to make this Fan made film into something so much more!

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If you have yet to be listed or contacted please do not feel discouraged we are simply looking at everyones applications in great detail.  And to future applicants, we are in very short supply of talented people willing to fill technical and artistic positions! 

Not In Love With Your Hair

Grey hair comes to us all. What we do about it varies.

I wrote a thing. sherlockeleven asked for Johnlock headcanons and I sent one. Then I decided it should be a fic. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but it’s my first one so please be gentle.

It’s also on AO3 here.

It’s fluff. It’s seriously fluffy. Not much plot. Just shameless fluff.

The title, the lines quoted at the beginning and end, and a few obvious bits in the story came from the Randy Travis song “Forever and Ever, Amen.” I modified the lyrics slightly in one place for obvious reasons.

Edited for art! The other day detectivelyd posted this lovely work and it was entirely a coincidence that I’d just written this, but it goes with it rather well. Linked here with permission.

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“They say that time takes its toll on a body,
Makes the young girl’s brown hair turn grey.
But honey, I don’t care, I ain’t in love with your hair,
And if it all fell out, well, I’d love you anyway.”

It was a quiet, lazy Sunday morning in Baker Street. The residents of 221B had begun their day as they usually did on slow days: with an enthusiastic session of lovemaking. Afterward, John had brought them tea and then drifted back to sleep with his head in Sherlock’s lap, while Sherlock sat up in bed reading a journal article about forensic botany. In other words, little had changed in 221B Baker Street since John had moved in fifteen years ago, except for the most important thing: John and Sherlock were now partners in everything, not just in detective work.

By midmorning, the day had turned cold and bright. The sun coming through the window cast a broad bar of light across the head of the bed. John woke as the light moved across him, and sat up to get his eyes out of the direct sun. Everything in the light seemed almost to glow, where it wasn’t cast into sharp-edged shadow—the edges of the off-white curtains pulled back from the window, the white sheets, the duvet that had gotten kicked onto the floor. The brightest objects, to John’s eyes, were their wedding rings. The plain gold bands, almost ten years old, showed a little wear but still shone brightly in the sun—an observation that never failed to make John smile, because it always reminded him of the first time he’d followed Sherlock around London for a case.

The next brightest thing was Sherlock’s hair, disheveled from the morning’s activity into an even wilder mop than usual. It was dark brown in low light, but in full sunlight, as now, it gleamed and showed reddish or gold highlights. John never tired of looking at it, at the way different light would bring out different colors. He started running his hands through it, another thing he never tired of doing. Sherlock, engrossed in his article, barely noticed, until John switched from just playing with Sherlock’s hair to massaging his scalp with fingertips and nails. Sherlock closed his eyes, smiling, and sighed with pleasure. John felt it was rather like petting a big cat.

As he smoothed Sherlock’s hair back from his face, John noticed something unexpected. At Sherlock’s temple, at the hairline, John could see a section where most of the hairs changed color abruptly, from brown to a very light color just at the root. As he realized what he was seeing, he stopped moving his hands. Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at him inquiringly.

“Sherlock,” said John, “have you been dyeing your hair?”

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PSA: Welcome to the team! [UPDATED]

PSA 5: Welcome to the team!

Assistant Director | wsswatson

Subtext | piningjohn

Subtext | bbcatemysoul

Film Editor | brienne-the-blue

[NEW] Film Editor | deaded

[NEW] Film Editor | deerstalkingdeathfrisbee

Unit Publicist | elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey

Illustrator | aka-osuke

[NEW] Illustrator | navydream 

[NEW] Communications/ Audio Subtext | thevanishingtwin

[NEW] Dialogue Editor/ Media | turnandsit

[NEW] Scripting | ifyouhaveenoughnerve

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Congratulations to the first to be selected! We are eager to begin working with you in the coming year to make this Fan made film into something so much more!

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If you have yet to be listed or contacted please do not feel discouraged we are simply looking at everyones applications in great detail.  And to future applicants, we are in very short supply of talented people willing to fill technical and artistic positions! Also, remember that we request examples of the work you could do for us, regardless of position. 

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Accepted members: Please if you have not yet done so submit Skype names. We will be having a short meeting tonight. Thank you.

shockblanketdreams reblogged your post and added:

I want your parents, can I borrow them for a day?

jikkenkekka replied to your post “so my dad finally watched a couple episodes of Sherlock and i was…”

My father has watched a bit of the show and has just assumed that they’re together. When we first heard that Mary was gonna be in S3 I mentioned her and said she was gonna be John’s fiance/wife and he was like “uhhhhh isn’t he already with Sherlock?”

loveanddeathandartandtaxes replied to your post “so my dad finally watched a couple episodes of Sherlock and i was…”

DADS ARE AWESOME

sherlockeleven reblogged your post and added:

My mum shipped it since ASIP. Everybody ships it.

teaforlupin replied to your post “so my dad finally watched a couple episodes of Sherlock and i was…”

Go your dad!

imma just answer everyone at once with