Good grief.
Oct. 27th, 2011 11:47 pmI'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.
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I think I might watch Atonement.
Because I really really want to see Benedict Cumberbatch play a baddie. It will completely fuck with my head because I'm mentally three and think characters are people or whatever but IDEC. I like being headfucked. In a non-sexual way. Usually.
I'm just like 'Can you imagine?'
So there's that.
The other thing is I watched Doctor Who with people last night. Knowing what happens when they don't is kind of amazing
Them: "Is that Melz gonna hang around? =/"
Me: "Yes, pretty much."
T: "Oh, so I suppose she's to distract from the Melody thing,"
M: "Yeah, I reckon."
T: "She seems a bit like River though. =/"
M: "...A little, yeah."
And then I realised. This is what Moffat must feel like all the time.
No wonder he always looks so pleased with himself.
Fill: Percussive Therapy
Nov. 3rd, 2011 09:52 pmFandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: None.
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... )