so i give up my anonymity and you keep yours? doesn’t work like that. ask me privately.
so, puberty was horrible for me because my rising hormones liked to express themselves as blinding, sick migraines. AND GUESS WHAT??!???!
John wasn’t looking for a flat - not really, not in any way that went further than cursing the piles of files and dossiers and evidence boxes that were taking over the bedsit. He’d brought Sarah home a week ago, and she’d crossed the threshold, stopped, and backed up with a determined smile on her face.
"Let’s go to mine," she’d said crisply.
But he wasn’t looking for a flat, not really. He was following a lead, hoping the owner of a sandwich shop might remember the customer with the colored glasses and strange, whispery voice, when he saw the ‘for rent’ sign in the house next door. The rent was bound to be high - the location was fantastic, and there was a bit of wrought iron balcony outside the big upstairs windows that promised space and light inside. But the cases were coming steadily, he’d even turned down an uninteresting ‘follow the unfaithful wife’ job for the first time, confident there was something more worthwhile in the pending pile.
And besides, the dark painted door, with the brass numbers, seemed almost … familiar. Right. He felt proprietorial about it, somehow.
He stepped up and pressed the bell firmly. The business cards would look smart:
Captain John Watson MD
221b Baker Street
this is the best news I’ve heard this year
omg where do i get one of these, i don’t care what it costs.
Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked
Roads and paths pervade our literature, poetry, artwork, linguistic expressions and music. Even photographers can’t keep their eyes (and lenses) off of a beautiful road or path, which is why we collected this list of 28 amazing photos of paths.
Paths like these have a powerful grip on the human imagination – they can bring adventure, promise and change or solitude, peace and calm. There’s nothing like a walk down a beautiful path to clear your head – or to fill it with ideas!
I’ll leave you with an excellent quote from J. R. R. Tolkien’s works while you enjoy these images; “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.“
- Autumn In The White Carpathians
- Rhododendron Laden Path, Mount Rogers, Virginia, USA
- Spring In Hallerbos Forest, Belgium
- Autumn Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Autumn Path
- Bamboo Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Hitachi Seaside Park Path In Japan
- Dark Hedges In Ireland
- Winter Forest Path, Czech Republic
- Path Under Blooming Trees In Spring
i’d find walking any of these kind of terrifying. those are not human paths. those are Other Things paths.
sure, fanfic is a way to adjust or address whatever the writer feels is missing, off-tone, whatever. but you have to feel excited and stimulated by the source. you have to want to *answer* the source. people don’t write fanfic for canons that leave them stone cold, that have nothing appealing in them, that have characters that don’t inspire them. and that’s where i am with s3 of sherlock. it’s a show that doesn’t appeal to me, with characters i don’t get, and storylines i don’t find remotely engaging. yes i miss my characters, but i don’t write in isolation (i don’t write original fic, for example), i write ‘in conversation’ with shows or movies i’m in love with. the affair’s over, for me, and for my john and sherlock.
no seriously what’s with all the new followers? i’m not even here, i’m off writing fanfic under another name. explain yourselves, plz.
Teenlock AU: John forgot to hide the kisses at the crime scene and the journalists made a pretty accurate deduction of their own
"Do you want me?" Sherlock asks.
“Always,” John says, but it’s light, distracted; he’s already turning away.
“John,” Sherlock says, dropping his voice. “Do you want me?”
John twists, his eyes darkening second by second.
“It’s - we - ” he starts.
“You’ve been away,” Sherlock says.
“Four nights,” John counters reasonably, though his eyes are heavy and his face is flushing slightly. “I’ve gone way longer than - ”
” - but you didn’t have to, though,” Sherlock says, letting his weight sink back against the doorway. “When you’re away, it doesn’t matter how much you want me, you have to go without.”