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Haven't heard anything from Zed in a couple days.

Not that I'm worrying about him. In fact, the peace and quiet is kind of nice.

So, I guess this was an okay year. The quakes disrupted a lot but I don't really have any regrets. I got to play in the snow, finish my Honours year, and kiss some boys and girls. I wrote and wrote and wrote, as well. No idea how many words, but numerous fic, some of which did very well, some of which didn't. I've even had a bit of a go at original stuff.

I met some glorious new people through fandom, and they all know who they are. Yes, you. You're all fantastic and I am so pleased that I not only met you but you didn't instantly hate me. Whether it's Twitter, Tumblr, or LJ/DW, just talking to you through the internet has been awesome. I got into some new fandoms, which was pretty cool, and started RP-ing, which is great fun.

Next year is the great unknown for me. I'm leaving the shelter of my family and my wibbly little city (and for what it's worth, I do consider it mine, a little) to move to the UK, where I will be on my own for the first time ever. I'm mainly trying not to think about it, since actually thinking about it makes me very sad and scared. But, what can you do.

I watched Full Metal Jacket in the week. Wednesday, in fact.

It's now Saturday, and I still can't get Private Gomer Pyles out of my head. I keep thinking about him being forced to shuffle behind the others with his trousers down, or made to eat the donut.

Just... Fehhh. I wish it would go away.

Testicles!

Boldly splitting infinitives no man has split before.

In Italy they use italics.

I cannot underline this enough. Because I am a twat.

~~Fuck this shit.~~

I am not a rickroll.

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.

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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.

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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

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

( Read more... )

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

( I have had this picture )

open in my browser all day because I haven't known what to do with it. It's just there. Occasionally I'll accidentally click on it and forget what I was thinking about. Just look at that person. What is he like?

Also think I might have to drop off IRC in the day while I'm at uni. I'm dangerously close to not passing, which is less than ideal.

Current Mood: cheerful

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. 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 )

Current Mood: sleepy

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.

Current Mood: weird

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

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Huh.
Twenty um twelve now.
On things that stay with you
Test Test
Good grief.
For Bean- Balance.
Huh.
Skype?
Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February II
Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February I
Some mild spoilers for Thor, Atonement
I am kind of a masochist
Oh. I don't know how I feel.
You should know
Portraits of Baker Street: Mr. Mycroft Holmes
Zed is going to be very sad.
Augh.

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Entries tagged with tags are emotions now

Huh.

Twenty um twelve now.

On things that stay with you

Test Test

Good grief.

For Bean- Balance.

Huh.

Skype?

Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February II

Fic: Sherlock Holmes' Diary - February I

Some mild spoilers for Thor, Atonement

I am kind of a masochist

Oh. I don't know how I feel.

You should know

Portraits of Baker Street: Mr. Mycroft Holmes

Zed is going to be very sad.

Augh.