First day of spring (ha) semester. A.K.A., a good time to focus on absolutely anything else.

Like the Sherlock series 2 premiere. Finally watched that. Wow. ( eh, spoilers? )

There is new Sherlock. I haven't watched it yet. Hide from the world for fear of spoilers.

And yet instead I'm going to go back and watch some Case Histories, because everyone sounds like my Aunt.

(wait, stay with me on this one ( Read more... )

Title: Partial Pressure
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Characters: Jim/Seb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 631
Summary: Seb always does what Jim wants, and usually he wants it too.
Warnings: breathplay
Notes: Originally posted at sherlockbbc_fic for this prompt.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'll put them back when I'm done.

( Partial Pressure )

For the following prompt on sherlockbbc_fic:

Molly/Deadpool

she likes 'em crazy, he likes bunny slippers, she's a pathologist, he has a fascinating skin condition...

they'd be prefect for each other!

Something popped into my head. I couldn't say no. It was a challenge, dammit! Except it was a comic. And I can't draw worth shit. It ended up this massive conglomeration ( Read more... )

What I know nothing about: underground trains, 'the tube', public transport in London.

What I decide to write a fill about at sherlockbbc_fic: Sherlock on the tube.

S'about time for a *facepalm* icon, don't you think?

You know how it goes.  You have a shiny new fandom and you're a happy magpie.  You have an OTP/OT3/whatever, life is good.  And then WHAM, a new pairing you'd never even thought of takes ahold and BAM, it's all you can think about.  Thoughts of your original pair are pushed to the sidelines, and before you know it, THANK YOU MA'AM, you spend all ( Read more... )

Because that's what all the cool kids are doing these days, right?  Not that I would know.

So, I've been not-dead, in case there was any confusion on that topic.  I've been doing stuff!  Such as:

( come lol at my unorthodox use of bullets! )

Yeah, I jumped on this bandwagon too.  How could I not?  It’s beautiful.  It’s London.  It’s modern.  It’s sweeping music.  It’s tricks of light and mirrors and glass.  It’s bright and colourful and dark and dingy.  It’s alive.  It’s so quotable.  It’s Martin Freeman’s ridiculously adorable facial expressions.  It’s Benedict Cumberbatch’ ( Read more... )