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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... )

So. I guess because LJ is kind of all the fail, and stuff, I'm shifting over to Dreamwidth a little. This is basically so that if there is a mass-exodus I've already done the hard bit.

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.

Current Mood: blah

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 I

( March 15th. )

Current Mood: tired

Happy birthday

beansidhe_baby!

Balance
What people don't often realise, (usually dazzled by Sherlock, who moves like he's got quick-silver in his veins) is that John is just as dextrous. Sherlock once witnessed him carry up the stairs and into the living room three bags of shopping, one basket of laundry, one ice-cream tub full of cupcakes, two bills and the evening papers, three parcels, his shoes (stepped in something unspeakable outside) a pot-plant and Sherlock's violin. This causes no end of frustration for Sherlock, who despite his grace, still cannot manage much more than his violin, sandwich and a cup of tea. And John has banned him from trying, since Mrs. Hudson was quite upset not only at the sound of six foot plus of gangling detective and assorted load thumping down the stairs atspeed at three am, but also at the stains on the ceiling, and the damage to her aspidestra, which she swears has never been the same.

I've spent the entire day so fucking tired I fell asleep at uni and went home early. Now it's time to sleep and I'm like NMTB AND FIC?? FUCK YEAH THAT IS ALL I WANT.

This seems unfair somehow.

Incidentally:

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.

Current Mood: tired

Skype.
I has it.

Current Mood: chipper

Title: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February

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.

January

( Part I )

Part II

Current Mood: sleepy

Title: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - January
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC), Bridget Jones' Diary
Pairing: Unrequited Sherlock/John, One-sided Molly/Sherlock, Mycroft/OFC
Rating: PG - Language or whatever I suppose.
Word Count: 7,000. 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 ye old beta, this one is all for you, dear.

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February

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Current Mood: giggly

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.

GQ magazine says January for Sherlock. (They did one of those blurb-y things for BC.)

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.

Current Mood: blah

Title: Portraits of Baker Street: Doctor John H. Watson
Rating: PG (Language, mainly)
Summary: Just some short studies of the men of Baker Street. Mainly a writing exercise.

Mr. Mycroft Holmes
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
D. I. G. Lestrade
Mr. Jim Moriarty

( Doctor John H. Watson )

Current Mood: blah

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.

Current Mood: disappointed

About to try my hand at original fiction- proper original with people and ideas I made up all by myself (hopefully) fiction.

Hopefully it won't be horrible. I don't want to write a soul-searing epic, just... Something good. Something someone else wants to read.

Current Mood: mellow

( Warning- gifspam and spoiler-y stuff for S2. )

So really, I can't remember which lovely peep on #bakerstreet got me onto this, but! basically I have been listening to My Boy Builds Coffins by Florence and the Machine forever, and I have most of you friended here, so it might get at least one of you.

I found this.

(Goes to YouTube)

Also I found my old ff.net account. Oh god. *cringegiggleded*

Current Mood: bouncy

Title: On Haircuts
Fandom: Sherlock (ACD, Grenada)
Pairing: None, gen. Little bit of Holmes/Watson UST.
Rating: PG (Mainly to be safe, there aren't even swears).
Word Count: 1600
Summary: The late, great, Jeremy Brett suffered from bipolar disorder. Just before they filmed The Devil's Foot, he had a manic episode, and cut all his hair off (hence his very short hair in that one!) I took that and applied it to canon. Hurt/comfort stylez.
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of probable mental illness. Beta'd by the very patient

misanthropyray. She is brilliant! This one goes out to the good people of #bakerstreet, who persuaded me to get back on the horse and stop being such a little bitch about writing with the sheer force of their awesome.

( I had a busy practice for a week or so... )

Current Mood: nervous

Title: Shakespearian Sherlockian Sonnet
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG (Mainly to be safe, there aren't even swears)
Word Count: 200
Summary: Written for Make Me A Monday on sherlockbbc. Someone wanted a Shakespearean sonnet.
Notes/Warnings: I did my best with iambic pentameter, but it's vair late.

( Today a man threatened to burn you dear )

Current Mood: awake

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Entries tagged with so yeah

Fill: Percussive Therapy

Good grief.

Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - March II

For Bean- Balance.

Huh.

Skype?

Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February I

Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - January

Some mild spoilers for Thor, Atonement

I am kind of a masochist

Oh. I don't know how I feel.

Portraits of Baker Street: Doctor John H. Watson

Augh.

Um...

DEATH BETRAYAL MURDER HETEROSEXUAL SEX

For yoooouuuuuoooo. For yoooouuuoooo.

On Haircuts

Oh my giddy aunt.

Sherlock Sonnet.

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