A very VERY bad aunt...

[wraithwitch]

My iphone is called CheeseApple

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[eniel]

Three-year old nephew (Tim) had an imaginary protective dinosaur-dragon called Brickie. Brickie would follow him home from school and make sure any bad dinosaurs wouldn't catch him (and my mother, who tends to pick him up while sister is at work). Poor mom sometimes had to jog alongside him while he explained why they were running away from/towards something. At now five years-old, Tim has now mostly retired Brickie, although three-year old niece (Lilly) now involves imaginary school friends to play with her when she wants people to boss around at home (usual sentences include "no, X, you can't do that!" and "listen to me

[evilref]

I told you so.
She is very lucky to have a very bad aunt to encourage her imaginings. :-) :-) :-)

Scribbly Fic of Doom thing

[spacedmonkey]

Sherlock had never expected to live. It wasn’t that he actually had a death wish; he just didn’t consider the daily struggle to stay alive worth the effort it seemed to involve. After all, his father hadn’t really considered it worth the fight, his mother spent much of his childhood speaking of suicide in the he assumed other parents spoke about the need to decorate or buy new curtains and people just stopped all the time. Why was it so important that he should live

Re: Scribbly Fic of Doom thing

[spacedmonkey]

John had become something indefinable, which was proving irksome. Obviously he could still read him as clearly as his blog and never failed to exasperate him, but there were seemingly no limits to the man and that was new. John had become the constant, the fixed point who would doubtless be crowing that Sherlock now remembered what the Pole Star was if he ever made the words manifest, which he wouldn’t