and...i'm back!
So, I go MIA from lj for a few months to, you know, graduate from college and get married. Which was awesome--especially the Maui honeymoon where me and the hubs may have imbibed serious amounts of rum every single night by the pool. Priorities, right?
But, now that things have settled, I decide I need to get back into fandom. I miss it. And there's a lot of stuff on my fangirl docket right now...a Trek horror story, sequels to both the language of grief and the return of the godfather, et cetera.
But then, what broadsides me with the force of a mack fucking truck? Sherlock Holmes on BBC, that's what! Ho shit, that show is GOLDEN. Although it isn't available in the US, there are always ways for intrepid fangirls to get what they want. So go and do thou likewise.
Therefore, instead of fulfilling any of my well-intentioned plans, I get obsessed, scrounge up the sherlock kink meme, turn on some depeche mode and write THIS .
God, I'm going to hell. No fake, Jake. It's an anon post because I was seriously scared at the time. Now, I'm kinda like, fuck it. At least I'm in good company? Depraved company, that is.
Now I'm rocking out to the death proof soundtrack and wishing I was in an old school muscle car, blasting willy deville with a shotgun across my lap. Totally bitchin.
But, now that things have settled, I decide I need to get back into fandom. I miss it. And there's a lot of stuff on my fangirl docket right now...a Trek horror story, sequels to both the language of grief and the return of the godfather, et cetera.
But then, what broadsides me with the force of a mack fucking truck? Sherlock Holmes on BBC, that's what! Ho shit, that show is GOLDEN. Although it isn't available in the US, there are always ways for intrepid fangirls to get what they want. So go and do thou likewise.
Therefore, instead of fulfilling any of my well-intentioned plans, I get obsessed, scrounge up the sherlock kink meme, turn on some depeche mode and write THIS .
God, I'm going to hell. No fake, Jake. It's an anon post because I was seriously scared at the time. Now, I'm kinda like, fuck it. At least I'm in good company? Depraved company, that is.
Now I'm rocking out to the death proof soundtrack and wishing I was in an old school muscle car, blasting willy deville with a shotgun across my lap. Totally bitchin.