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It seems that the pictures of Martin Freeman’s and Amanda Abbington’s children taken on the Sherlock set in the last year are still making their rounds on tumblr.
The last time I saw them on my dash, they had over 2500 notes.
- Amanda Abbington herself has asked people not to reblog, repost or distribute those pictures. It’s invasive to her family’s privacy - please respect that.
- Reblogging those pictures is also illegal - you may not publish or distribute pictures of people’s children like this, it’s not only invasive but dangerous to them.
- For your information: these pictures aren’t “official” or anything like those baby pics actors will sometimes take for magazines. They were taken by (undoubtedly well-meaning) fans when they visited the Sherlock set - they were taken without permission - there is no reason why you would want these pictures on your blog or other people’s blog, no matter how cute or adorable they are.
Please spread the word. Please reblog this post, please send politely worded messages people who don’t know about these pictures. If the pictures can reach 2000 bloggers, why not the message that they should be around.
Sherlock had taken to undressing again, but now he stopped, blinked, looked sideways at John. Sherlock didn’t move, and his leg was still awkwardly suspended in the air, fingers on his shoelaces, frozen while untying them, but the man’s balance was good enough he could stay like that the whole night if he wanted to. And that wasn’t even a joke. Sometimes John wondered — absently or angrily, it depended — what planet Sherlock’d come from, but he always realised that, in the entire cosmos, only humanity could have produced something so completely bizarre as Sherlock Holmes. The thought made him smile. The thought had also kept him from just up and leaving on more than one occasion.
Title: “A Study in Duplicates” or “How John Watson Gets Steven Moffat to Write a Television Program about his Blog”
Word Count: 1600
Characters/Pairing: John, Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch (no pairings)
Summary: While Sherlock investigates, John Watson meets a young actor dancing to Michael Jackson who seems to know a lot about the both of them.
Note: Inspired by Thriller!batch.
It begins when John and Sherlock receive their invitations.
Now, admittedly, they’ve been attracting more attention from media outlets lately, so this is nothing unusual. Sherlock in particular has been getting more mail—invitations to intellectual events, yes, but also fan mail (which he ceremonially disposes of after chiding John for romanticizing him to the nth degree). These particular invitations, however, bear no return address. In fact, there’s no indication of who sent them at all. There are two of them, one for John, one for Sherlock, and the address, as Sherlock informs John, is a nice, old venue usually used for private dinner parties.
Sherlock busily scrutinizes the envelope and the invitation as John reclines in his chair reading the paper. Finally, Sherlock sets the invitation down on the table, frustrated. “Useless!” he exclaims. “Absolutely commonplace. Nothing traceable about them. Nothing unique at all, in fact, except for you being invited as well.”
John looks up, puzzled. “Am I usually not invited?”
“No, I’m typically given the option of bringing you.” Sherlock combs his fingers through his hair as John tries not to think too hard about why that stings. Bringing John. Like he’s an accessory. Better than being his date, John supposes, unless that’s what was implied— “What does it mean?”
Folding the paper and putting it aside, John clasps his hands in his lap. “Could be a trap.”