Tatterdemalion Scrawling

Title: Percussive Therapy.

Fandom: 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... )

Title: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - March

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC), Bridget Jones' Diary

Pairing: Unrequited Sherlock/John

Rating: PG - Language or whatever I suppose.

Word Count: 10,000. 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 the hand-holding and going through this inch by agonising inch and not killing me and things. But! This is it! Since I'm following canon, I'm going to hang fire on April until the next series. Once again, thanks so much for the everything, I really appreciate it.

ETA Sorry for spamming/messing up flists. D=


January

February


( March 1st. )


March II

The Trip (Rob Bryden and Steve Coogan road trip movie/TV series. It's better than it sounds) gave me my accent again. I sound like I belong in Roysten Vasey. Luckily everyone's in bed, so I don't have to explain to my mother why I sound like I belong in Oasis.

On the other hand, the movie made me feel nostalgic for the Old Country, but then very very sad. Bryden and Coogan have this sort of vitriolic friendship where they're constantly having a go, but they've known each other for eleven years and know each other back to front. I was watching this:



Which is basically me and my RL bestie: I'm usually the one trying to hop across on the stepping stones, though sometimes we switch, for fun. And then I thought: I guess after February we won't get to to be rude to each other, or eat lunch together, or judge each other or giggle and drink tea or get drunk together and have late-night tea. And it's like. I'll miss that. I never really thought about it, but I really will. England's a big deal for me, but I keep thinking about how I'm not going to sing crap music in her car going to uni on cold mornings, or order massive amounts of fast-food to start a hangover day. And yeah. I dunno. I'm weird at the moment. Probably it's going to be fine.

Rating: PG (Violence)
Pairing: Gen. (Sherlock and John)
Summary: Written for a prompt over at sherlockbbc_fic. Warnings for drowning, violence. But also Sherlock in a bath, so can't be that bad.

 

( White tub, red blood. )