Sometimes I just gotta vent

Ok, this is not something I usually blog about.

But.

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*deep breath*

*Ok. Start from the beginning so these people know what I'm on about*

Ok, So. I don't if anyone knows this, but I like the Sherlock Holmes series. Books, mainly.
The series being one of the most popular literature ever created, it's seen a fair share of adaptations.
I, being 19, have only seen the recent ones. Well. One of the recent ones. (And I've watched the trailer for the Hollywood Movie? But I hate how...everything's so...pretty...and glossy. And explosions. Boom. No. It's way too flashy) But- the modern world AU version by Moffat? The 3 episodes- that's what I'm talking about.

Don't get me wrong. I really liked that. Although not as much as the books, duh.
And I'm so so so so excited for season 2 (what will Modern!Irene Adler be like? Will the moors in which Hound of the Baskervilles have the creepy haunting atmosphere that the books put in my imagination? HOLY SHIT will Reichenbach Falls end the same way as in the books?!?!omgomgomg)

But the thing is, the thing that I gotta vent (and squee about)- I doubt ANYTHING will beat the books. It just. So much. ATMOSPHERE. the evenings in front of the fireplace so cozy- with Holmes picking away at his violin and Watson smoking a pipe and reading medical journals. Holmes deducing Watson's entire train of thought from observing his fidgeting. Broughams, carriages. Rolling over the gaslight cobblestone streets. Sherlock and his disguises! And inexplicable digressions. And how damn brilliant he is. There's well, contentment there- in that Watson is recalling cases from years past. Certain peacefulness despite murders and whatnot.

And they are so gay. So much. gay. Unsaid. <3
So what if they're older and uglier than modern adaptions. But they're so...austere. Which is awesome.

Here are the facts: Watson is the narrator, so let's pretend you're Watson

- You come back from the war. Find a roomie. He's interesting but strange (and brilliant, but you don't know that yet). But you click. You settle down into happy bachelorhood.

- You follow Sherlock on his various cases. He likes them bizarre as they come. In fact he's only really happy wrapped up in some mystery. But his brilliance still surprises you. Every single damn time.

- On one of the cases, you meet a girl. You get married, move out of your pad. Buy a small medical practice.

- You still keep in contact with your old roomie. Sometimes still join him on a case for old time's sake. But you've got a wife, and a business now- you slowly drift apart.

- Meanwhile, Sherlock becomes more famous, solving all these high profile cases. He turns up at your house one evening. Very urgent ?!?!?

- In great danger, you flee to Europe. Germany, Switzerland. Awww.

- Danger catches up. Sherlock dies (left a goodbye note)

WATSON IS SAD (and stops writing. CAN"T stand THE MEMORIES.)

3 years pass. Your wife dies.

Sherlock Holmes comes back.

- You move back in together. You are much older than you have been.

"At the time of which I speak, Holmes had been back for some months, and I at his request had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Verner, had purchased my small Kensington practice, and given with astonishingly little demur the highest price that I ventured to ask—an incident which only explained itself some years later, when I found that Verner was a distant relation of Holmes, and that it was my friend who had really found the money."
D'AWWWWW

LET THE ADVENTURES BEGIN.
(see- that's something involved, happening over years and years and years. Instead of episodic...snapshots. That's why I like book canon more)

The Conan Canon is awesome. For something written so long ago, it's even more awesome.

Long live Sherlock Holmes \o/

(If you've read the series and agree, w00t. If you haven't and have no idea what I was on about. GO READ IT. And oops, spoilers. lol)