Imagine teenage Moriarty protecting you from bullies in school
head hits the locker with a
metallic thud and the high-pitched hum rings out in your ears, it’s
loud but not quite as loud as the laughter coming from the boys
behind you. You don’t even have time to think as they turn you around
and punch you in the face.
You scream, falling to your knees. “Please, no more! Stop!” You
hadn’t done anything to them. You think about this as they kick you
in the stomach and you curl up in pain.
the fuck are you doing?!” You hear a clear voice through the
ringing. You don’t dare look up, or move, you just hear the whole
thing play out. “Picking on her, huh? Coz it makes you feel good?”
You recognise the voice – infamous Jim Moriarty, the year 11
psychopath. You hear him punch them, or them punching him., you can’t
be sure, until you hear: “Does that
feel good, huh?”
begin to cry, still curled up on the floor. You hear the boys mutter
something resembling an apology, and then quickened footsteps getting
quieter and quieter.
Jim’s voice is soft as he kneels down next to you. “Are you
shake your head, sniffing loudly, and feel his hand smoothing over
gone now. They won’t bother you again, I promise.” He says, right
before the bell goes off to signify the end of lunch. “Get up,
quick.” He helps you up, taking you hand, and leads you to the
men’s toilets. You look at him while he quickly checks under the
cubicle doors to see if you’re alone or not. He’s very attractive.
You’ve never mananged to get a good look at him before, and he’s very
handsome. You smile, but it turns into a frown when you see the blood
on his knuckles. He speedily locks the bathroom door so no-one can
get in. “Let’s have a good look at you.” His voice is like a soft
sigh that assures you that everything’s going to be okay. He holds
your head up to look at him. You gaze into his dark, dark eyes and
get lost in them. “They messed you up pretty bad, didn’t they?”
He lets you go and goes over to the sink. He then puts a wet
papertowel to your cuts and bruises and blood stains. He wipes you
gently, taking care not to hurt you any further.
didn’t know you were kind.” You whisper and he smiles.
am to those who deserve it.” He tucks your hair behind your ear
slowly. “And I clearly have a soft spot for beautiful girls like
blush and he chuckles. “Thank you. I’ve never been called that
a first for everything.” He tilts his head. “Why were they
picking on you?”
of them made a pass at me and I pushed him away. It escalated from
there really.” You explain.
twats.” You can see the anger flash in his eyes. “I’ll kill
hey, it’s alright.” You’ve heard rumours that he’s hospitalised
people and almost killed a few before. You wouldn’t want that to
happen over you.
not!” He shouts. “They should learn to-” He stops very suddenly
and calms down, looking into your eyes. “- learn to treat you with
hands on the sides of your face, he suddenly leans in and kisses you.
You’ve never been kissed before so you freeze up, unsure of how to
move your lips or what to do. He grins at you.
me guess – first kiss?”
You mutter breathlessly, your face boiling up.
“You’re doing excellently. Just move your lips a
little more, against mine. You’ll get used to it, I’m sure.” He
smiles mischeiviously, his eyes glinting, and then kisses you again,
this time with more force. You end up against the wall, trying to
kiss back properly, but still not sure of whether you’re doing it
right. “That’s right, honey.” He answers your thoughts. You smile
but it doesn’t last long, as his lips are back again before you can
think of a reply. His fingers entwine in your hair and pull gently,
his hips push yours right against the wall so you can’t move.
You whisper. Holding your hair and playing with it a little, he
kisses your jawline and down your neck. “That-that feels good…”
glad…. it’s meant to.” He licks you gently, making you squirm
against him in delight. Your mind wanders for a second, and you
realise that you’d be in maths right now. You laugh. “Something
funny?” He looks at you with big, brown eyes.
no.” You smile and run your hands through his hair. You scratch his
scalp with your nails.
surprisingly nice.” He tells you, grinning, so you carry on
scratching and he carries on kissing. “I’m going to make sure they
never hurt you again.” He kisses you between each word. “I’m
going to protect you, Y/N.” He says, making you smile. “I know we
don’t know each other, but, do you think, maybe, you would do me the
great honour of being my girlfriend?”
look at this adorable, tough, handsome, great-kissing boy and smile.
“Yes, I will.”
In your opinion, do you feel that BBC and the writers of DW and Sherlock now are beginning to become a little bit blinded by the success and popularity of these particular shows? I’m beginning to get the feeling that the writers (particularly Moffat, given his head writer/producer status) is hoping that the momentum they’ve gained so far will continue no matter what kind of bullshit they’ve put into the shows.
This additionally saddens me in turn because I did like the initial run, the longer it continues, it looks to be slowly dying because the writers keep reusing plot points and character tropes and show elements, almost like they saw that these things worked, so they decided that they’re going to keep to that. I think that this might be part of the reason why we seem to be seeing little (if any at all) actual character development, interesting new overarching plot lines, or even permanent deaths of major/supporting characters, since that indicates some amount of permanent, lasting change in either prevailing mindsets, story, main and/or supporting characters, situations, premises, contexts, etc., which, as has been established a lot of times, Moffat doesn’t seem to grasp very well.
That’s an interesting thought. I don’t think Moffat is as self-aware as that - I think he genuinely enjoys writing the shows and thinks they’re good. But the writers have definitely been allowed to get away with more and I think the success of the shows has made them more dismissive of the fans and made them more likely to make jokes about them (e.g. in The Empty Hearse with the teenage girl’s opinion of Moriarty and Sherlock kissing).
It’s also turning more into in-jokes and flashy scenes, rather than trying to absorb new viewers.
Moffat reuses a lot of plot elements and I think it was a mistake for him to make Sherlock and the Doctor so similar (and to have the same writers for both shows) because it means that they’re reusing ideas and characters for both.
And of course he’s terrible at consistency, which also ruins the show.