I’ve had time to get things done in my personal life, but I’m still lacking when it comes to getting things done online. So I ask your forgiveness for my delays and I hope to be more active in the future! For now, enjoy what I have posted below! -Rose (Blogger)
A tvtimes flashback from 2012 as fans got ready for the second season of Sherlock! (These clippings are from my personal collection and I will be sharing more soon, including interviews!) I’ll also be spotlighting mydogwatson stories again soon!
A throwback from Entertainment Weekly speaks of Sherlock, Downton Abby, and the Gramham Norton Show!
SHERLOCK CELEBRATION 2020
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There are hints of a future in the military, as John Watson now proudly wears a uniform. Sherlock struggles with the fact he may have to leave home, just as Mycroft had. And Mycroft Holmes is surrounded by Goldfish in this next chapter of Memento Vivere! Amazing art by ermitanyongpalits on DeviantArt!
As always we share a teaser…
He was so proud of his uniform.
Every night, he brushed down the coat and polished the brass buttons until they gleamed. His job at the telegraph office meant that he was able to buy bread every day and maybe even a bit of beef occasionally. Mum would smile and pat his head when he came home with fresh bread and a small cut of meat.
Harry would always speak up, bragging about how he was now decorating hats rather than just cutting felt. John did not envy him that job, however. It meant spending twelve hours every day but Sunday, bent over the worktable in a crowded room with dim lighting. In addition, Harry had to put up with their father’s constant jibes about the kind of boy who spent his life ‘sticking fucking shiny bits and feathers on hats’.
The old man himself was most often too insensible with the gin to work many days in a week. Mam still went out to do laundry for several families, which helped a bit. All in all, things were somewhat better than they had been,
John was miserable.
Oh, he did not mind the job; in fact, he enjoyed being able to run all over London. Liked ringing the bells at the doors of grand houses in Mayfair and chatting with the young maids who sometimes opened those doors and who were clearly impressed by his uniform. They batted their eyes at him and giggled. Of course, he enjoyed the salary, small as it was and the occasional extra pence or two a stone-faced butler would sometimes give him. And he was not picking up dog shite all day.
[While we Sherlock fans are stuck at home, staying safe, I thought I’d share this Entertainment Weekly interview with Andrew Scott! The original print was torn, so I thought I’d rewrite it for easier reading].
As “Hot Priest” on Amazon’s Emmy-Winning Fleabag, Andrew Scott’s charm and devilish wit made us all question our faith. Last December in the WWI drama 1917 he starred opposite Benedict Cumberbatch, then, of course, he plays the part of Tom Ripley on showtimes upcoming Ripley as well as appearing in the season two of HBO’s his dark materials.
On His Ardent Fan Base. Scott doesn’t want to be defined as just one thing. But for now, the 43-year-old Duplin native is happy to bear the moniker of Hot Priest. Since playing the dreamy cleric in Fleabag’s second season – and showcasing some serious onscreen chemistry with costar Phoebe Waller-Bridge he has developed a much different fan base than in his days as Sherlock’s ruthless villain Moriarty; typical reactions now include “Strangle me!” and “Hear my sins!” “Then, when they meet you in real life,” Scott notes, “they’re like, ‘Hello, I really enjoy your work.'”
Unorthodox Choices. When one character “becomes too hot,” as the actor puts it, it’s time to look for the next big thing. “I like playing with all those different sides of yourself without losing yourself,” he says. True to form, Scott has three upcoming projects that he calls “slightly left of center. That’s always what I’m looking for.” In 1917, “there’s nowhere to hide” because the WWI film from director Mendes was shot to look like one continuous take. Scott likes to think of it as “a very expensive film [made] on your iPhone. “You can’t cut away.” The actor is also eager to put his stamp on Ripley ( “an iconic literary character”) on Showtime’s take on the Patricia Highsmith novels.
Finding His Religion. On His Dark Materials, Scott is on the other side of the cloth as John Parry, a traveler in an alternate reality controlled by an authoritarian religious institution.
“Those books are really important for kids,” Scott says of the Philip Pullman trilogy that inspired the series. “It teaches them about goodness and kindness in the world.” Growing up as a gay man in a Catholic Church, Scott faced his own struggles with faith, making him appreciate “the ethics” of His Dark Materials. “You can be a good person in the world [without] organized religion.”
That said, between all his new career adventures, Scott says, “people will forget about the Hot Priest.” Blasphemy.
Original interview by Nick Romano published in Entertainment Weekly.
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In this chapter we meet a young John Watson, struggling with a very poor family. Mycroft continues his education while making time to write a young Sherlock, who is now collecting butterflies! The year’s continue to fly by in this next chapter by mydogwatson!Art above by GorryBear at DeviantArt.com!
But both of the other boys were bigger than he and one of them had a cudgel. None of that kept John from fighting like a demon for his three pennies, of course. It had taken him all day to earn those precious coins; hours of picking up dog shite and then selling the bagful to one of the tanneries. The money was meant to buy some bread for his family.
Mam had scrounged up some tater scraps and even two carrot tops from somewhere and was planning to make soup, so she had told him to be sure to get a day-old loaf of bread to go with the broth. He had actually been on his way to see the baker, old DeFoy, at his shop just behind the pawn broker’s place when the attack came.
The feet and fists and cudgel used so effectively by the boys made bruises that John knew would hurt like the very devil by tomorrow morning, but he also knew that his father would do worse when he arrived home empty-handed. Unless he struck luckily and the old man had already passed out from the gin. His mam would not beat him, but instead only look at him with too-familiar disappointment on her pale, gaunt face. He sometimes thought that her constant disappointment was worse than the beatings because he did try so very hard.
Harry would no doubt mock him as usual; just because he, at nine, was a year older than John, as well as a little bit taller, he liked to lord it over him. His bent and useless leg did not keep him from the taunting, but there was little retribution, as John did not think it right to hit a cripple.
When he was alone again in the alley, John used the sleeve of his filthy shirt to wipe the blood from his face, deciding that there was nothing for it except to go home.
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Bonding with his baby brother Sherlock, Mycroft leaves for school far too soon. Enjoy this next chapter of Memento Vivere as much as I have at Leaving Home! Art above by GorryBear at DeviantArt.com!
The days remaining until his departure seemed to pass more quickly than time normally did, although rationally Mycroft knew that such was not the case. But there were fittings to be had for his tail coats, striped black trousers, and black waistcoats. In addition, there were other necessary purchases to be made and the selecting of items that would go into the two large trunks being packed. Add in the deciding of which books he wanted to take with him and Mycroft was kept very busy indeed. He missed his lazy afternoons with Sherlock.
Almost at the end of the preparations, he carefully wrapped and packed two other items in the case that would stay with him though-out the voyage: the daguerreotype of his mother as a young woman and the silver urn that contained her ashes. The responsibility of carrying the ashes to England was not one he resented. Then, finally, he packed his journals and the binoculars.
Just as he finished, there was a soft tap at his door. “Come in,” he said.
The door opened and Ananda stepped in, a small brown paper wrapped parcel in her hand. “I have a gift for you,” she said.
Mycroft pushed himself up from the floor and she handed him the parcel. “Thank you,” he said, before carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a small watercolor painting of Sherlock sitting in the garden and smiling.
Ananda gave him a gentle pat on his arm. “So he can be with you always. And be assured that William will have the tintype for which you sat last week to look upon.”
As always, once you’ve read this chapter leave a comment, mydogwatson would love to hear from you! Find the full chapter at Leaving Home!
After dealing with the death of his mother, Mycroft is facing a new stepmother and chooses to run away. The interesting part is, he meets this young boy named Sebastian and instantly I thought Sebastian Moran! Enjoy this new chapter and please leave mydogwatson some feedback, she’d love to hear from you! This adorable art by MachoMachi! Follow MachoMachi on DeviantArt at https://machomachi.deviantart.com/
A bit of a teaser as always!
“Come in, Mycroft,” his father said.
Mycroft opened the door and stepped into the room. His father was sitting in one of the leather wing chairs, as expected, but he was not alone. A woman was perched on the edge of the settee, looking to be on the verge of flight if it should prove necessary. She was dressed in a fashionable long skirt and a basque, both in pale ivory with elaborate embroidery. Her long dark hair was pinned up, topped with a small yellow straw hat adorned with small white flowers.
Mycroft recognized her immediately. He had last seen her in Simla, on the night his mother died.
>Father finally spoke, breaking the uneasy silence. “This is Miss Ananda Patel Fleming. And this is my son, Mycroft.”
“I remember her,” Mycroft replied. “Although I never knew her name.”
We are honored to have Teri White, mydogwatson as our first official fan-fiction/writer guest! Teri has been a Sherlock fan for over 60 years, she is also a huge Johnlock fan, who’s published books in the past! Teri will also be hosting the Fan-Fiction Panel with others, and possibly a Shipper’s Panel!
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In Chapter Two of Memento Vivere, a young Mycroft Holmes must deal with his mother’s illness, along with a father that’s never there. As always, amazing writing by mydogwatson, never a disappointment! Mycroft art by ladynlmda who can be found on deviantart!
Unusually, later that week, Father was in for dinner.
Nanny warned him, so Mycroft had donned a proper jacket and tie. Most evenings now, he sat alone at the table or invited Mr. Hall to join him, but the tutor seemed to feel that only once a week was it acceptable for them to dine together. Any more than that was, apparently, inappropriate. Other evenings, Mycroft just took a tray in his room with Nanny. That good woman sometimes seemed to be [prematurely] in a state of bereavement. All she lacked was the black crape.
Of course, they never talked about it either.
Father was already at the table when Mycroft walked in. A glass of whiskey sat in front of him. “Sir,” Mycroft said, before taking his seat.
“Mr. Hall reports that you are excelling in your studies,” Father said. “That speaks well of your future success when you go to school.”
Mycroft preferred to never think about the subject of going away to school. Going to a country of which he had no memory, having sailed away from it when he was less than six months of age. He did not speak until the young Sikh man whose name he had never actually learned had served their meal and slipped away again. “Mr. Hall is not tedious as a tutor,” he said then.
We are honored to have Teri White, mydogwatson as our first official fan-fiction/writer guest! Teri has been a Sherlock fan for over 60 years, she is also a huge Johnlock fan, who’s published books in the past! Favorite stories include her Postcard collections, her Ficlets from 2017 & 2018, and my personal favorite Palimpsest! Teri will also be hosting the Fan-Fiction Panel, with others, and possibly a Shipper’s Panel!
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