I want a house like these.
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I want a house like these.
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I kinda can’t stand people who are angry that Amanda’s on the Sherlock set. SHE’S MARRIED TO MARTIN. DEAL WITH IT.
Okay, to be fair she’s not technically married to Martin. They’re partners and they’ve had two children together, but they’ve never married. That said, yeah people need to chill the hell out over her being on set. Benedict’s then girlfriend appeared in an episode of Sherlock. Martin has an almost/sorta wife. The actor’s real lives don’t interfer with your gay OTP-ing so leave them the hell alone when they’re trying to work.
I walked past a cemetery when I was walking home and like… I’m alive so… yea.
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a nursing home and like….I’m not old so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a river and like….I’m not a fish so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a car dealership and like….I’m not an automobile so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a kindergarden and like….I’m not a pedophile so….yea
Thank you to any readers who are still sticking by this fic! I’m sorry it took so long. I can’t promise to be faster, though I would like to be. Please continue to let me know what you liked and what you think could be done better.
“Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”
Doctor Who Series 5: Vincent and The Doctor
Serendipity (names, places, mapbuilding, etc.)
Quick Story Idea
Full Story Idea
really just all of Seventh Sanctum
Fantasy Story Situaton
Chaotic Shiny is just really good in general
reblog for my own reference
/high pitched screeching
if you need ideas for practicing? these are really helpful
- A gift for whyhellotheredearsir because she made fanart for a request I made out to the universe—it was freakishly amazingly awesome when I opened up this and saw it. Seriously lovely. Seriously lovely.
- So…I wrote a ficlet for it, just to return the favor and the love and yes. Here you go:
He is a wary animal every time he slips into the safe house Mycroft put her up in. Sherlock isn’t supposed to know where she is, for both their safety, but that rarely stops him. She’s been moved four times before this, and probably will be moved soon again. Mycroft had admitted, over a rather awkward teatime a year ago, that Sherlock had demanded her constant safety. His tone and manner had suggested more that he and his entire world had been threatened on the value of her life to Sherlock. She counted to him so much more than she’d ever reckoned on, even after helping him begin this scheme.
Sherlock isn’t often covered in blood, but sometimes he is. Other times he comes bearing a load of shopping—with paring knives slipped in with the asparagus, with a side of hair-dye. She cuts his hair, getting better at it over time, and dyes it to his satisfaction. If he is bloody, she puts stain-remover on his clothing and then washes the garments in her bathroom sink as he showers. He is most paranoid about her safety when he comes to her with the lifeblood of the dead on his hands. He worries about retribution being swift, and won’t let her out of his sight—especially when he is defenseless otherwise.
Sometimes he is so shaken by what he’s done that when she comes home he is waiting, blood drying on his arms and hands and dripping onto her linoleum floor. His blue eyes, cold and almost gray, fix on her and she always lets him back her up to her door or the wall, and his hands are sometimes slippery as they cup her cheeks.
I got another one.
Those are the times when she soon after moves to a new safe house—all of her belongings in a big duffle and her cat in a carrier. Those are the times when she can’t use the bathroom until Mycroft’s people have arrived and cleaned it—those are the times when someone has gotten too close to her and when Sherlock has decided to keep her safe rather than following his leads.
He loves her more than is rational, and if Molly were any other woman she would be afraid of him. But he needs her, and she needs him too—she would rather wash his bloodied clothing and curl up with him at night only to find him gone in the morning—than wonder where he was and what he was up to. She grimly smiles and pushes her lips against his cheekbone as she once again smooths her fingers through his dark curls—a rare look for him these days.
Better a man shaken than a man broken. Toby will just have to deal with a new flat in a week or so, and that is the end of it.
…I did a thing.
I like the thing you did x