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From “Cats in the Sun”, Greek Islands, published 1994 by Hans Silvester

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i want that twink dealt with but not necessarily destroyed as i may have use for his conniving eunuch ways later

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Neptune, California- a town without the middle class.

The Veronica Mars pilot aired 19 years ago today, on the 22nd of September, 2004.

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mutuals lets hold hands and all say i love keith mars i love keith mars

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he’s a blogger. he’s got anger issues. he’s got a lesbian sister with a drinking problem that he’s not on the best of terms with. he’s got a tire iron in his pants. he’s short. he carries a gun everywhere. he’s not good at talking about these sort of things. he thinks he’s a pretty great boyfriend. he’s an adrenaline addict. he can’t keep track of his girlfriends but he can count 57 texts. he bikes! he has killed people

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Never heard of the Heritage series but the description sounds interesting!

Do you have an fic recs involving John’s dad in the present? He’s usually a character that’s deceased in most fics but I think it’d be super interesting to have his dad and Sherlock meet. Thanks!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, you know what? I don't recall any at all, to be honest, or at least none that I have read. I'm sure there are a few though!

Anyone able to help us out with finding a few fics for Nonny??

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i bet they're umqraing right now. get it, sherlock.

when john and sherlock umqra for the first time then you all will see

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saintscully fic outtakes

I'm not sure exactly why I'm doing this, but I feel like sharing some things I found today in my Google Drive while looking for a file I was sure was there. I found a few documents with stories and ideas for stories that I never ended up writing and was just a little surprised. I completely forgot about writing some of those. Reading them is like reading someone else's stories. So, I thought I'd share some snippets, paragraphs that put a smile on my face, from stories I won't finish.

The longest one (2K+ words I forgot about!) is called After Life. Here's the description I wrote for it: 'This is a companion piece to I Have Not Lingered, told from John’s POV; it is set in Ricky Gervais’ After Life universe. This story is a canon divergence for both shows.'

Now I can look back on this and realize I ended up writing a variation of John's POV to I Have Not Lingered in Life and Death in Sunderland, which I love dearly. I'm shocked that I planned for this to be a crossover with Ricky Gervais' After Life. I have zero recollection of how I was planning to do that. Imagine that awkward reunion for David Brent and Tim Canterbury.

(TW: Suicidal ideation)

He’s counting up until he hits a number that would stand out as the number of days appropriate to wait before he joins Sherlock. Join where exactly, he doesn’t know. He’s been an uncaring agnostic his entire life. Calling Sherlock an atheist would be nothing short of an understatement. Sherlock would have berated him at the mere suggestion of a romantic afterlife reunion (“The only place to meet me after my death would be inside my coffin, John, but I’d rather not be so cramped for eternity, if you don’t mind.”).

So that's the reason he's counting: the number of days since and long enough until. Until he finds no reason to stop settling for watching the waves break against the shore. Until he decides to finally step into the water and walk, and walk, and walk until the water takes him. This morning he woke up thinking, "210 days since, 0 days until."

This isn’t the first time the counter had been at "0 days until." It almost happened before, but only almost. It was seven days after Sherlock died. That was the day John discovered that his gun wasn’t in the flat anymore. He tore the place up looking for it before he understood what had happened; someone had confiscated it. He would never know who or when. It was definitely there a fortnight earlier, but it certainly wasn’t by the time the count hit seven. It could have been Mycroft’s people. It could have been Lestrade. It could have been Sherlock, he realized back then, a wave of nausea taking over. Sherlock could have, would have planned his own suicide while John was being his oblivious, idiotic self. Sherlock would include confiscating John’s gun in his pre-mortem checklist. But that would mean… that would mean Sherlock had an inkling of just how much he’d meant to John. That he fathomed just how much John cared about him, loved him. But he didn’t, did he? No person in their right mind would jump so theatrically off a building in front of a man who loves them. No, Sherlock never knew how John felt. Or maybe he knew but it just didn’t compute in his brain, not enough. Not correctly. No. It must have been Mrs. Hudson. She knew. She knew everything. She caught every single one of John’s longing glances and heard every beat of John’s yearning heart. She’s a smart lady, tougher than he and Sherlock put together. She must have been the one to take the gun. She sensed John’s death wish well enough; she begged him to get rid of it by begging him to not leave Baker Street.

Next is Marrakech, which was supposed to tell us what John and Sherlock did in Morocco before they chased Mary down. I realized, after reading it, the idea of the story was for John to complain about not knowing anything about Mary, her childhood and her life, and ends up interrogating Sherlock about his favourite childhood books because that's what he really wants to know. I then I realized that I incorporated that long conversation into chapter 12 of Turned, nearly verbatim. I had no recollection of writing it in such detailed form for Marrakech.

They took a red-eye flight, hoping to bring his tempestuous wife back home this time. She has been gone for months. Sherlock, his sense of duty reaching new heights, had been waiting for a good opportunity to chase her down in a country that would turn a blind eye should anything go wrong or become incredibly illegal. They landed four hours ago. Not having had the chance to pack properly or book a hotel, they crawled into the first taxi at the airport and simply blurted out the word ‘hotel’ to the disinterested taxi driver. It took them about ten minutes to get here; they booked two rooms, but Sherlock, being Sherlock, was upgraded to a honeymoon suite due to a last-minute cancellation. John had never laughed so hard in his life as at the moment he saw a confused Sherlock scanning a king-sized bed decorated with swan-shaped towels and pink rose petals. "Congratulations, Sherlock," John giggled as Sherlock blinked wordlessly. The honeymoon suite had a fruit bowl and a steaming, minty tea cooking in a Moroccan teapot, so John saw no reason to venture out to his own room. Five minutes later, he found a deeply exhausted Sherlock spread like an octopus over bedspreads and petals, his phone nearly falling from his hand. Four hours later, Sherlock is still asleep, and John surveys the city streets through the screened window, wondering where his wife is and how it is that, despite his best attempts to always do everything right, he ends up watching men fly off roofs and wives running away from him.

The Guestroom was supposed to be a sweet post-S4 friends to lovers, with Sherlock babysitting Rosie at John's house for a week sleeping in the guestroom because John's due for a conference. By the end of the week, thing become... consummated, lol. At the guestroom, of course. These are the first (and only) couple of paragraphs:

He stares at the floor as he walks toward the hotel's car park, the entire lobby filled with doctors, all half-drunk, still willing to mingle on their first night of the week-long medical conference. Most of them will be staying at the hotel. Not that he has anything bad to say about Novotel Ipswich; it’s that the other choice of driving back and forth each day seems less threatening than spending a mind-numbing week with his mind-numbing GP colleagues. He clocks the long ride home in just under two hours, his mind mostly working out the logistics for the rest of the week. It's been a roller-coaster ride, making sure this week is somehow survivable; Rosie’s favorite minder agreed to the extra work at first, then cancelled last minute when her boyfriend (soon to be fiancé?) surprised her with a trip to Thailand. After scrambling last minute, he thought he’d found another minder who, unbelievably, was hospitalized with appendicitis on Saturday night. For a few hours on Sunday, John even considered taking Rosie with him and finding a minder in Ipswich when Sherlock came to his rescue. Yes. Sherlock. “She needs to be picked up from nursery and then there’s the whole evening routine, Sherlock,” John said. “Yes, I know, John,” Sherlock replied and rolled his eyes. “I’ve been watching you do it for months now. Nursery, tea, dinner, bath, book, sleep.” John stared at him. “I can take care of Rosamund,” Sherlock said, his face contorting in a way that only John would ever notice or understand. He was offended. “I know you can,” John said apologetically. “But… why would you want to?” “Would it be helpful to you?” “Yes, of course.” “Then that’s why,” Sherlock said, sealing the argument with his unshakable rationale. There was no arguing with that, really. He had to quietly persevere through several more eye rolls as he made sure Sherlock understood that means a) no taking Rosie on a case and b) not bringing a case to Rosie, and of course, their long-since established c) no explosives, period. Eventually, Sherlock dropped a large pile of cold case files in demonstration of how he’s planning to spend the week.

The End of the World was clearly supposed to be a nod Millenium, The X-Files episode. If you know, you know. I might actually write this one, one day lol :)

The room is just another hospital room, one of hundreds John has seen in his lifetime. The day, just another day with Sherlock: chaotic, unexpected, and ending—as so many of them usually do—with a concussion and far too many stitches. The only reason John managed to manhandle Sherlock into the A&E in the first place was because the suspect, a janitor at the hospital, was running for cover in the tangled web of the hospital’s expansive basement floor. Sherlock had chased the culprit down through emergency stairs and dove headfirst into a mangled hedge of roses and, well, here they are.

What do you think? I hope you like them :)

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Parks and Recreation - 3x08 "Camping"

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No, sir. Definitely not.

(Quote Source: Parks and rec)

p.7 of my silly OFMD fanarts 🏴‍☠️💕

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Just finished outlining my first short film. Four years writing complex fanfics and never outlined any of them, but fanfics and my other script taught me one thing: amazing first acts are meaningless if you have blackholes for third acts.

#screenwriting #8 sequence method #backward plotting

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Sherlock was being deliberately attractive on this case. Trying to pull.

SHERLOCK HOLMES 1.02 | The Blind Banker

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I'm obsessed with Gheorghe('s sweater) 🥵

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY 2017 | dir. Francis Lee

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Why am I making a podcast? The best answer I can come up with is that I feel like I’ve been failing my entire life, so I can speak from plenty of experience. Sure, I was on The X Files and Californication, I wrote some books and made some music. But I also got a literal F in The New York Times. I had a high-profile divorce and a magical mystery tour through rehab. So now I want to get into the way that failure looms over all of us and really shapes who we are. What’s good about that, what’s bad about that, what’s holding us back in shame? 

#magical mystery tour through rehab #oh dish david du dish #give us some tea

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In case you missed it, I posted chapter 2 (of 3-ish) of my fic The Eye Begins to See a few days ago. And since I've had few new followers recently, might I recommend some of my non-WIP fics, those you won't have to wait to get updated? things we can't untie 

Simon (or: Love Calls You by Your Name) 

Life and Death in Sunderland

Plus One 

Erosion

Mark Your Calendars 

I Have Not Lingered

Enjoy!

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I actually watched this bit in the episode (5.7) and it can easily be excused away as cheeky and topical and satirical about the industry and stars and their loony behaviour, supposedly, but knowing what I know about AA, it's clearly not. She's been stewing about Sherlock fans and now she finally has her say, thinking she's so clever about it. Whoever's enabling her needs to stop.

Is this a British thing? Now, Amanda has returned to TV in the Dave mockumentary series Meet The Richardsons, and in episode seven of the fifth series, plays an exaggerated version of herself.

Because now people are all up in arms thinking it was real and it's not and between this and Staged ... for fuck's sake can't we all just watch reruns of I Dream of Jeannie or something?

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See, if any other person in the world did this - even MF and/or BC, I'd see the point, the irony, the tongue in cheek. But after the massive narcissistic breakdown she had over Strictly, I really think this woman needs an intervention. I hope she gets the mental health checkup she deserves and clearly requires.

And for the record, I bet Moffat approved and gave his blessing on this.

Is this a British thing? Now, Amanda has returned to TV in the Dave mockumentary series Meet The Richardsons, and in episode seven of the fifth series, plays an exaggerated version of herself.

Because now people are all up in arms thinking it was real and it's not and between this and Staged ... for fuck's sake can't we all just watch reruns of I Dream of Jeannie or something?

#Amanda Abbington #Meet the Richardsons