““I always thought what Russell [T Davies] did in Doctor Who was extremely ground breaking in a slightly more subversive way than it looked like. It never occurred to me that it was too on the nose, what he did brilliantly was incidentally gay characters obviously as well as some more in your face ones. One of my favourite stories is Gridlock, there’s an elderly couple of ladies who are together and it just sort of passes by and that’s the way - softly, softly. That’s how the revolution happens as it were, you just become aware that people are incidentally gay. I think when the day comes that you have a big detective show where the first half hour was this man at work and he’s a maverick and all the usual things and then we went home and his boyfriend says, ‘Are you alright?’ it was just a thing, then something genuinely changed. I think the problem still is it becomes the issue. I think the thing with gay characters is that it has to be an issue as opposed to being part of everyday life, which of course as we all know is what it is.””
— Mark Gatiss in an interview in Gay Times, February 2012
This is engraved on my heart. I will do this thing.
On a Tuesday, Greg came down to the Bistro around the street from the yard. He filed in after two new PC’s that had been recently assigned to his department for shadowing. Upon seeing him, the murmured pleasantries were exchanged. Greg scrolled through his mobile, letting the conversation of the two in front of him float past his ears in a steady pace. A woman brushing past him interrupted his engagement with the device, a low whistle from one of the PC’s as she sat cause him to look up.
"Wow, what a looker." PC Canton said, a smirk on his features, Greg followed the man’s gaze to the brunette, occupied with with her mobile, body clad in tailored wool.
"Hey now, see the ring? She’s off the market." Muttered his partner, PC Abrams.
"A woman like that? I bet she’s a serial cheater." Greg felt his brows raise slightly.
"Oh?" The pair turned, the first, slightly sheepish. "How do you figure Canton?" No response. "Come now, you’ve been shadowing Homicide all week, let’s see if you’ve picked up any observation proficiency." Canton looked skeptical but then spoke.
"Well, she’s bloody gorgeous. Has a nice diamond on her hand, so she’s married, likely rich, probably old. She wouldn’t stay loyal to someone’s not attracted to." He said with trepidation, looking to Greg for approval, he seemed to find some trace of it in Greg’s face because he continued with more confidence. "She knows she’s pretty, her hair’s done, makeup is perfect and those shoes… I bet she wears red knickers to match the bottoms of those Louboutin’s that her husband bought her." Silence fell as Greg looked the woman over for a moment, taking in her details and feeling quite like Sherlock in his observations.
"She is gorgeous, but you’re not right about her husband being rich, well, it’s unlikely, look at the set of the band, it’s vintage, likely a family heirloom. It’s certainly not a ring you give to a woman who’s affections you are trying to win but one who’s affection you truly have. You can tell by the way that it catches the light that she treats it with great care, cleans it, keeps it from damage, that speaks to how she feels about her marriage, it is important to her. Ergo, unlikely to cheat." Greg paused to turn to the counter and order the usual.
"As for the shoes, they’re expensive yes, but the heel height is practical, not platform like you see on young women in clubs. Her suit is cut well, but clean in line, so either business or government. She maintains her image by necessity, the tailoring is neat but not aggressive so she must look professional but not noticeably so. I’d say she’s an assistant with the government, and one in an executive capacity as that would allow her the luxury of such footwear." Greg turned to look at the PC who had fallen silent, eyes flicking to the woman as if trying to glean the same information, their eyes were too young, too naive. Greg’s order was called and he took the tray set with two plates of paninis.
"As for the knickers, I’d say blue." Greg couldn’t help the grin that curled around the words.
"How’d you come up with blue?"
"Because I watched her pull them on in the mirror this morning while I did up my tie." Greg didn’t look at the young constables’ faces as he turned and walked over to the table with the woman, setting down the tray. A guarded smile touched her mouth as she sent off an email with the flick of her finger.
"That wasn’t very kind." She purred, looking up at him.
"Anthea, it was shoddy detective work, they’ve been in my office all week and some how missed the photos of us."
Afterglow (5/?) ~ conniving Eddy Taylor, oversexed and very, very high, Rag Tale (2005)
Can’t believe I’ve made it this far. My series of post-coital Rupert Graves gifsets are here.
reblog or link, please; no reposts to other sites, thank you
#Silver Fox Saturday
How does he. He’s 16 at most. Maybe 12 or 8. The silver in his hair is just painted in. He can’t even move his face like a grown-up. Impossible creature.
Look at him. Look at how proud Papa Lestrade is. Little John is getting married and Sherlock is composing the music and Lestrade looks at them as if they were babies.
It’s so fucking ridiculous how cute this man is.
this has the most notes of any gifset I’ve ever made and somehow my url was removed from it and someone started talking about johnlock on it when I specifically told u guys lestrade (and Sally) is the only important part of the show
My wife was out of the country.
It’s all about the art of misdirection.