I know just how you feel….
Because it’s what I first thought when I saw this
excellent :D
HOLY ZARQUON you guys are awesome :DDD Also thank you so much!! :D
Hitchlock is popular again this makes me so happy!
Just fyi, all submissions, headcanons, ficlets, art, or general musings are totally welcome! And if you want to post it to your own blog then feel free to tag it with hitchlock and I’ll see it :D
However, there were some things he wasn’t very good at, such as deciding on names. His real name was Sherlock Holmes, but when he first arrived on Earth, an unfortunate incident involving a picture of the Pope and a barrel of pickles had led him choosing the name Benedict Cumberbatch as his human alias.
This is the wonderful Stick Up Your Thumb, And Say Jam by LoverBoyWonder. It’s written brilliantly, perfectly emanating Adams’ style.
As far as I can tell it’s a re-imagining of Hitchhiker’s but with the Sherlock characters. And it’s very good.
Have a quote.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy says that there is one planet that is so beautiful and is home to so much life that it has been widely recognized as the most important planet to ever exist. Everyone on this planet is usually happy, and if they’re not happy they’re either in a one-sided relationship or dead.
This story is not about that planet.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy says that Earth is smallish, roundish, and wettish; with some dryish bits sprinkled here and there for spice. It’s not particularly beautiful, and even less important. The life forms living on Earth are humanoid, ignorant, and enjoy watching crap telly programs every night.
This story is about The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
It begins with a life form from Earth.
This life form lived on a continent called Europe, in a country called Britain, in a city called London, in an apartment called 221B on a Street called Baker. His name was John Watson, and he was a man of simple tastes. He liked tea, jam and jumpers; he liked his little apartment that he lived in alone, and he liked his landlady, Mrs. Hudson. He didn’t like Thursday mornings.
I’m not too sure whether it’s complete or not, as I haven’t read it all yet, but it’s four chapters long and so far it’s ace.
(I would point out though, that the author got it wrong in their description and meant Ford instead of Trillian. I got far too excited at the prospect of Trillian!Sherlock, and, at the moment at least, it’s seems as though this is not the case.)
Enjoy!
Oh wow!!! I’m so glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad :D
It’s been a long time in the making, and there’s a bunch of us that have been putting it together, so I’m really happy you like it :D
(just imagine he’s holding The Heart Of Gold, or The Award For The Most Gratuitous Use Of The Word Fuck In A Serious Screenplay, or something)
reblogging again because probably my most favourite hitchlock thing ever
and seeing as we haven’t had any gifs or art in a while i thought it would be nice to be reminded of some hitchlock
which, as it happens, is pretty darn rare
so if anyone wants to submit anything please feel free!
I was reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy yesterday when this happened:
Stop making me feel feelings, dammit.
MY FUCKING FEELINGS
WHYYYY?
WHAT.
WHAT.
WAIT
WHAT
I
WHICH BOOK IS THIS FROM
i think it’s so long and thanks for all the fish it must be because i know the first three ridiculously well
bloody hell
brb finding this
HITCHLOCK
IS CANON
…am having Hitchlock ‘falling is just like flying’ feels…
…to have your attention distracted partway through falling, and to accidental miss the ground…
…I don’t know whether to laugh or cry…
best new reichenbach theory
Kinkmeme prompt for John Watsons’ entry in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy…
…and Holmes vs. Harkness is a fic that actually features said article (as well as being a sensational fic, with epic cockblockery of one J Harkness)
great recs!
Lame title is lame, but after the little snippit I posted got such a good response, I set about Hitchhikerizing Sherlock… which turned out quite the job for something not really that froody, in the end….
On the asteroid 221b, on the unfashionable end of the London star system, lives a wholly remarkable man. And it just so happens that he’s looking for a planetmate at the same time former inhabitant of the now destroyed Earth, one John Watson, was looking for a place to live.
John had known Mike Stamford in his days on the Orion belt, but certainly hadn’t expected to run into him again on the busy Bartholomew’s Satellite, on his way to see if there was anywhere there that made halfway decent tea.
omg
yes
