Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: PG - Guts.
Word Count: About 2000?
Summary: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. One day in the lab, Sherlock says something/does something/generally pushes too hard, and Molly loses it, and uses the riding crop to vent her frustrations on Sherlock. Whether or not John witnesses this display is up to you. Totally gen is preferred, crack almost certainly required.
Notes/Warnings: Not much, dead bodies on account of it being set you know, in a morgue.
( You could be forgiven for not seeing Molly Hooper... )
I'll cross-post fic here and stuff I guess. I just thought you might like to know, I s'pose. If I get really cross I might restrict myself to the main comms, but who knows?
Anyway. errantcomment is me.
This seems unfair somehow.
Amg amg. I just found this. And. HAHAHAHA. Just. *dies a bit* I kind of want to be Germaine Greer when I grow up now.
I am so frigging tired though.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC), Bridget Jones' Diary
Pairing: Unrequited Sherlock/John
Rating: PG - Language or whatever I suppose.
Word Count: 9,500. Ish.
Summary: Sherlock Holmes keeps a diary. No one is supposed to know about it. He's pretty sure Mycroft does though, the fat nosy git.
Notes/Warnings: This is a fusion for Sherlock and Bridget Jones' Diary so there will be similarities. Many thanks to oxfordtweed for
holding my hand and kicking my arse as required and putting up with all the flail and just. Everything. It wouldn't have been written without
you. Also presented with a very happy birthday to the rather lovely Raggedy Hipster. Hope it was gorgeous dear. Oh my god did I mention I got fanart?? How cool is that? I'm completely overwhelmed by the response this bit of silliness got, thank you all so much for dropping by and telling me you liked it.
( Part II )
Is it weird and shallow that part of my blah about the whole thing is knowing that the hair is a wig? I've got a pout on about it, which is completely mad. It looks basically the same. You couldn't even tell in the promo short, the only reason I found was because I caught the acceptance vid thingy he did for said GQ piece. Not that it should bother me. For the most part it really doesn't. Because it's such a ridiculous small thing. I'm being a twat. I know I'm being a twat.
Maybe it's displacement for all my ~feelings~ about it maybe being a bit crap. What if it's a bit crap? What if it doesn't live up to the hype (and oh god there is So Much Hype I am a little scared)? Fandom will implode, Tumblr will melt, and there will be so many fixit fics. I dunno. I have feelings.
I think part of me doesn't want to know what happens next. Just leave John crouched by a cubicle, leave Sherlock staring down the gun. But then, I recognise that the fandom needs more canon to work from, we can't survive on crack and smut alone, but... I dunno. I dunno what I want.
I dunno, it's late, I'm wierd. Sherlock will happen soon I suppose it'll be interesting.
Rating: PG (Language, mainly)
Summary: Just some short studies of the men of Baker Street. Mainly a writing exercise.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
D. I. G. Lestrade
Mr. Jim Moriarty
Doctor John H. Watson
Inspired by this rather good picture of a GQMF.
( Mr. Mycroft Holmes )
So today my folks basically sat me down and told me that my plan to go to Vegas in February was financial suicide. I told them it was something I really wanted to do. Now I'm cross because they're right. SO CROSS. Like SO CROSS. I mean. Augh. I really really wanted to go to Vegas, it's been something I've always wanted to do and just oh my god it would have been like, my year, made. But the more I look at the costs, the more I realise I just can't afford it. And I'm SO CROSS. I mean, I can save up and do it later but I just feel completely let down. And I feel awful because the person I'm bunking with will be bummed, and all the Americans I was going to annoy are going to be bummed and just I am the worst person in the entire world. I hate it I hate it. But failing a massive injection of cash it's just not going to happen. And I'm SO CROSS.
Maybe it'll fix itself. Something will happen that will reassure me. But I've been looking at the numbers till I'm cross-eyed, and they still won't quite add up. I'm mad at my parents for pointing it out, which is unfair on them, but did they really have to ruin my little bubble of self-delusion. Of course the answer is yes, the sooner I let down everyone the sooner I can try and make it up to them.
tl;dr- I suck and have let everyone down. Sorry.
ETA: Mum and Dad have offered to pay my flight if I go via China. And things.