Seriously? Robert Pattinson Sexier than Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Michael Fassbender, Johnny Depp, and Robert Downey Jr.? That’s a mystery even you can’t solve, Sherlock.
My best guess is that the TwiHards hired a Consulting Detective to get to the editors of Glamour UK. Or the stoners did. I mean for some reason Pattinson has adopted the brain-dead stoner look and his behaviour has matched the look. I thought he was handsome and interesting as Cedric Diggory, but since then his characters have been indistinguishable from the phalanx of snowboarders visiting and partying each winter. Rock on, Dude!
And frankly, if you want to talk sexy party animals, no one can beat Depp or Downey, Jr. Calling Pattinson “sexiest” compared to them is like saying Justin Bieber out rocks Keith Richards.
Meanwhile, Hiddleston and Cumberbatch make you suddenly want to brush up on your Moby Dick, Ford Maddox Ford, 19th Century Romantic Poets while running a few titration relays on the kitchen table and tackle one of the Millenium Prize problems before engaging in massive grooming and updating your wardrobe. Brainy is definitely the new sexy!
Sherlock and John don’t know what to say when they find Molly in the lab wearing Irene Adler’s “Battle Dress.”
Listen, after the the Christmas debacle and the “how did he recognize her by…not her face” incident in the morgue, I figure Molly might ask Irene for a few tips to get Sherlock’s attention. Okay, give me some time and I’ll see if I can’t do some flash fic for this. In the meantime, feel free to provide your own bit of flash fic in the comments below.
I’ve got to head off now to go to a Seattle Sherlock Convention planning meeting (and it’s a bit of a journey for me involving bags and things).
Whoof! Finally. Here’s a bit of flash fan fic to go with the image.
by J.H. Watson ~ 750 Words
Sherlock Holmes frowned at the text message on his phone.
“Something wrong?” John Watson asked. They’d only been back in London for a couple of days after the Baskerville case and Sherlock was already showing signs of boredom.
“I don’t recall taking my riding crop back to Bart’s.”
Sherlock flashed his phone screen for John to read. It said, “Found your riding crop in my lab. Come at once. Could be dangerous. – Molly”
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BBC Sherlock Season 2 Haikus by J.H. Watson
Haiku is a highly addictive form. As with pistachios, it’s difficult to stop at just one.
Dear Molly Hooper, You gave me life in the fall; Forgive the winter.
Tell Him I’m Sorry
Icy winter’s chill in error kills the green leaf. The thaw came too late.
Suicide of Fake Genius
Bloody black coat falls, flapping in strong winds, discarded. Styles change.
Black marble reflects gray skies, the light enshrouded. Battle lost. Rain falls.