An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Winterkoala has put up a podfic on Ao3, check out chapter 1 here.
winterkoaladreams said: The name for this blog is it because of Torchwood? Or because of librarians? Just had to ask. Sorry!
I never really watch Torchwood past the first few episodes since the wacky hijinks quickly devolved into sex stuff. But it is because of librarians. I had this whole fanblog/rp thing planned out with this whole storyline of a librarian character proving Moriarty was real, but then real life happened. So it just floats on. It’s based on the whole I Believe in Sherlock Holmes thing.
I found this extremely trippy, weird supposedly psychological test, where they ask you to tie together these shapes and give them characteristics.
I just posted a few questions up. As you can see it’s really, really odd and slightly creepy.
At the end of the test they gave you a personality description based on your choices.
Try it for yourself here
Masterpost of creepy websites
the fuck, took this test and its scary accurate like they ask the dumbest questions it makes no sense.
some messages I got. this is actually really crazy
trigger warning for epileptics but otherwise this is fucking insANE
This was rather accurate for me as well, I should say that because of some of the questions I thought this would end up as some sort of jumpscare thing and almost didn’t finish, but it’s legit.
I’m not a critical thinker (it would probably be decently appropriate to say I’m actually rather thick) so I understand I may be reaping the benefits of ignorance
But everyone is so goddamn unhappy about the shows I watch and it’s kind of making me anxious
Like, excluding Moffat ofc, it is…
I’m so sorry darling, I know I’ve been more negative than I should have been and hope that hasn’t effected you too much. Much of the frustration seems to be stemming from the fact it’s canon now. The abusive treatment, the John flicking, the lot of it. But it’s more than that and I realize that it’s important not to ruin other people’s enjoyment. If you’d like some suggestions for lovely fun Sherlock to cheer you up, you could find the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which enjoys a very cute Sherlock and Holmes and a hilariously small casting pool. It’s not meant to be a masterpiece, just lighthearted and delightful, and it is both. And the actor who plays Sherlock will surprise you with how good he is again and again. There’s a couple seasons of that lying around.
There’s also a series called Due South with quite a lot of lovely Canadian gentlemen. (I can tell you’re interested already) And there’s the old standby Hogan’s Heroes, which is one of my favourite series of all time and has a lot of rich interesting meta behind it and a lot of implications for the ability of people who’ve gone through horrific things to find their own ways to heal. (Most of the actors who played German officers on the show were either in, or had family in concentration camps and have talked often about how they were able to work out their feelings working on the show.) I would totally be your fandom buddy for any of those.
Hope you’re able to find something lovely and wonderful soon to settle your stomach. <3
#don’t be fooled this is the saddest children’s movie ever made
I like how he’s the luckiest kid “in America”, like there’s some Candian asshole with two giant robots.
(majestic beauty by Jessica Borutski)
boringisdull said: What? What are you talking about oO" I didn't joke I can seriously see my breath because my room is freezing. Enlighten me ?!
Just the way your post was formatted it looked like a tiny poem. I thought it was (is I should say) cute.
Sherlock looks up, and there he is. That face he saw for such a short time. The form that John will grow into, grow up toward. The room is warm and soft. W stands in dark and in light. An island in the midst of 221B.
It’s possible Sherlock is dreaming.
"Will you stay?" Sherlock asks anyway and afterward is sorry he did. It’s not good to say so much, to give so much away.
W says nothing. He looks down, in the light and in the dark. He’s dressed in red and green, even now blending into the Christmas season. Blending into everything. His eyes and the buttons on his shirt glimmer like stars in the Christmas lights. The Christmas he’s trying to give W’s son. The son that W trusted him with, no one had ever trusted Sherlock with so much; most days he was hardly trusted with himself. But the small, fierce and fragile bundle that was John Watson…
W looks so alone.
He’s almost breaking Sherlock’s heart.
No, not almost.
"You let yourself be alone for me, and your sons. You were so alone and you trusted me so much." He almost said love. That warm unflinching love that is the great secret of the human race, handled like a secret flame. W asked nothing of Sherlock, but that Sherlock be happy, and Sherlock wants, more than anything, to prove he could have tried to be a good person, if only just for him. W looks down, it’s John superimposed over the figure of the most remarkable man to ever live. That worried brow, the catch of light on the tipped up nose, the thin fret of the lip. Like a child wanting to be cosseted very, very much, but expecting to be scolded. It is tender and good beyond Sherlock’s ability to describe, like a head on his shoulder and an arm draped across his chest.
"You were dreaming," John says. "It seemed like a sad dream."
Sherlock sighs, leans his head so it rests against the crown of John’s head. “I won’t leave you alone,” he says quickly, twists and leans so he’s tucked John under his chin and protecting the curviture of the back of John’s head with one hand. “I’m too selfish to leave you alone.”
John is small and John clings with both hands, not as small as they used to be. John needs him too.