Testing, Testing 1…2… Reasons to Ship Sherstrade
Well, it’s official! mybelovedcheshire has thoughtfully handed over the admin duties to your new host, me, notluvulongtime. I’m so, so, pleased and honored, especially since I would miss her lovely gifs, edits and photosets (and the wicked sense of good humor that comes with it) so much if she decided to delete this wonderful blog she created. So huge thanks to her for allowing it to continue.
I haven’t exactly decided what to do further, other than to keep this place handy and open for all to reblog her lovely work - and those of the people who submitted such fine fics and fanart in the past. I’ll certainly be reblogging some for future #Silver Fox Saturdays, but this is your place to play in as much as it is mine. Submit all the good things Sherstrade and don’t be shy to point me in the right direction of anything pertinent.
(Sherstrade edit courtesy of mybelovedcheshire, with permission)
hello...LOVE YOU!!! I ship Sherstrade, write the porny fics and such..god i love it... you rock!
Live and Let Ship
Now that Sherstrade Day 2k12 is drawing to a close, I think it’s important that we all look back on the marvellous things we’ve done today.
Even people who don’t really ship Sherlock/Lestrade have contributed to today’s efforts, because it’s not just about this beautiful ship. It’s about every ship, and every shipper’s right to ship whomever they want to without fear of Anonymous hate messages in their Inboxes.
There’s nothing wrong with being jealous for a character. There is nothing wrong with disliking another ship.
There is everything wrong with taking your hatred out on someone else just because they don’t like the same things you do. That will never be okay. The only thing that comes out of inflicting your hate on others is that you get to live with the knowledge that you are, in fact, a complete asshole.
So don’t do it. Don’t send hate. Don’t tag your hate. Be a better blogger, and ship responsibly.
xoxo, Chesh (The Management)
P.S. Remember that if you do tag your hate and I see it I will come after you with the fire of a thousand, angry suns. (8
L & S drabble for Imp
Submitted by Archea
Author’s Note: (Found this lingering on my hard disk since last October - and thought I’d gift it to your Day. Happy Sherstrade!)
Imp’s Note: Thank you so much, my dear! This is absolutely lovely. Enjoy, everyone!
Lestrade was looking at the Thing on his desk.
First sight, after a dubious blink, had assured him that the evidence was a white pumpkin. A vast, enormous, is-this-even-legal pumpkin, its flesh scooped out and replaced by Lestrade’s old lighter (clue number one) alight, its rotund sides peppered here and there with small nicotine patches inked out. (His. Clue number two).
I love this fandom.
I’m going to sleep, but I want to say this first.
Sherstrade day 2012 was started by some anon hate. Instead of triggering a shipping war, it triggered a day of love.
I salute you, Sherlock fandom.
It’s all sorted. He and the wife— …nevermind.
When it comes to my love for Sherlock/Lestrade, there is always that one story that I keep going back to. The one that started it all.
It’s raw, and real and funny, and my perfect ‘how they got where they are now’ kind of story. Also: asexual!Sherlock is always a plus for me. ;-)
On a day like today I simply cannot not rec it.
A case of identity by suzie_shooter
We love asexy!Sherlock!
Punk!strade for Tor.
The little shit. He was here again. With his brother, looking too smug to be here, too polished. He better loosen up. I don’t want to have a bad show because of him. Flicking the lighter in my hand, I light the hand-rolled cigarette hanging on my lip and watch them find a place close to the stage. It quickly smoke it and dash it out before strapping on my guitar.
Dimmock grabbed the mic, testing it as Daniel and I finish setting up the stage. And that little brat is looking so bored, his body just screaming he doesn’t want to be here.
The lights go down and I take to the mic, “‘Ello, ‘ello, Camden, how we doin’ t’night?” There was a medium sized roar, most definitely not coming from the front.