Well, then.
First of all, I really need to stop writing self-hating posts when tired beyond reason.
Second of all, my brain is being wicked and suggesting to me all the things.
There was a fantastic Fanfic Flamingo post a while back that said, "FAVORITE CHARACTER? MAKE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL". My forever motto when it comes to writing. So I figured, hell, that's how I write my things. I want my OTPs to suffer. I want to break them, crush them, ruin them, destroy them. I want to drag them somewhere beyond despair...and then pull them back in some bittersweet manner. I love nothing more than writing about the fall of a character, characters, an OTP, and the slow ascent back to some semblance of normalcy.
This is why The Reichenbach Fall made me snap out of my writer's block.
I looked at what I'm working on right now and so far one character is about to be pushed over the edge and one character has been slowly breaking down since the second chapter.
All I need to do now is write Tron's fall because that's how it was always going to be the moment I realized We Are Pilots was not simply a kink meme fill. I want him to fall and I want Sam to try to save him. I just need to finish setting the stage and telling myself that it's okay that Season of Poison will be way shorter than Pilots and also finish studying the UNIX system for fuck's sake.
And maybe write a post-Reichenbach fic based on Neko Case's This Tornado Loves You. Because Sherlock is the tornado that swept John off his feet, a destructive whirlwind whose trail of carnage became his own downfall. And he'll watch from afar for three years while blowing through Moriarty's web and ripping apart the silk strands wrapped tightly around John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. And I want a lot of stupid reunion touching and cuddling and kissing and ace!Sherlock/"maybe I'm 2 on the Kinsey scale"!John.
God I can't believe I just admitted that.
And all these other things but first I need to continue reading these fics and researching UNIX. Among other things.
Why the fuck am I reading a Sherlock teen AU anyway?
Second of all, my brain is being wicked and suggesting to me all the things.
There was a fantastic Fanfic Flamingo post a while back that said, "FAVORITE CHARACTER? MAKE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL". My forever motto when it comes to writing. So I figured, hell, that's how I write my things. I want my OTPs to suffer. I want to break them, crush them, ruin them, destroy them. I want to drag them somewhere beyond despair...and then pull them back in some bittersweet manner. I love nothing more than writing about the fall of a character, characters, an OTP, and the slow ascent back to some semblance of normalcy.
This is why The Reichenbach Fall made me snap out of my writer's block.
I looked at what I'm working on right now and so far one character is about to be pushed over the edge and one character has been slowly breaking down since the second chapter.
All I need to do now is write Tron's fall because that's how it was always going to be the moment I realized We Are Pilots was not simply a kink meme fill. I want him to fall and I want Sam to try to save him. I just need to finish setting the stage and telling myself that it's okay that Season of Poison will be way shorter than Pilots and also finish studying the UNIX system for fuck's sake.
And maybe write a post-Reichenbach fic based on Neko Case's This Tornado Loves You. Because Sherlock is the tornado that swept John off his feet, a destructive whirlwind whose trail of carnage became his own downfall. And he'll watch from afar for three years while blowing through Moriarty's web and ripping apart the silk strands wrapped tightly around John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. And I want a lot of stupid reunion touching and cuddling and kissing and ace!Sherlock/"maybe I'm 2 on the Kinsey scale"!John.
God I can't believe I just admitted that.
And all these other things but first I need to continue reading these fics and researching UNIX. Among other things.
Why the fuck am I reading a Sherlock teen AU anyway?