TJLC-Did You Miss ME?

After 5 years, I'm back. I used to be a devout TJLCer and used to write fanfics and was rather active in the community. Now, I'm back and with renewed enthusiasm. He/Him.

[made-by-jade-222]

A Proper Thanksgiving Meal 🍗

Dean reads a book and decides that despite their mostly crummy lives, it's actually worth it being thankful/grateful. Sam disagrees. And when Dean makes a fuss about deserving a nice meal and not just settling/taking whatever they can get, Cas takes a note/page out of his book and gets him to see/say otherwise.

Lers! Dean, Cas

Lees! Sam, Dean

Length: 🍨

A/N: It may be a little OOC lol but to be fair, I'm rustier with this fandom than I was with Sherlock lol so bare with me xD this took me a while between all the life stuff I have to do, so I really hope you enjoy!

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“Happy thanksgiving, Sammy!” Dean said, coming into the kitchen, mouth full and a half eaten sandwich in his hand.

Sam, who was busy cutting up some chicken to make himself some lunch, set down the knife and sighed. “Dean, for the last time, it’s Sam.”

“So, Sam-I-am, when’s dinner?”

His younger brother snorted. “At dinner time,” he retorted. “Besides, I’m not making anything. It’s a holiday, so I’m taking the night off.”

“Nope, can’t do that, Sam-o.”

Dean shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and after washing it down with a can of rootbeer from the fridge, he said, “Any other night of the year I would have agreed with you, but not tonight. And, I’ll tell you what,” he put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I’ll even help you.” He grinned.

Sam shrugged him off. “Dean, we’re not doing thanksgiving,” he said. “It’s a waste of time, money, food, and besides - what do we have to be thankful for?”

Dean, who was drinking his rootbeer, nearly choked. “Excuse me?”

“I said, what do we have to be thankful for?”

“Plenty.”

“Oh yeah? Like what? And since when did you care about thanksgiving anyway?”

“Sam, I’m gonna give you a choice. We can do this here, or we can talk about it in your room.”

The taller one frowned. “What are you talking about? Why would we need to–OOF!”

Taking advantage of his confused and distracted state, Dean tackled his little brother and wrestled around with him on the ground until he got the upper hand and pinned one of Sam’s legs between his knees.

“What do we have to be thankful for?” Dean asked, catching his breath. “Plenty. We have each other, we have this wicked bunker, all the research materials you could ever dream of, an angel that’s at our beck and call -”

“No he’s not.”

“You know what I mean! Then there’s the fact that we’re alive - like, do you have any idea how many times we’ve died at this point? Or been on the brink of death? I can’t even count anymore.”

Sam huffed. “Yeah, we might be alive, but I didn’t ask to be. I didn’t ask for this life. Why are you so concerned about being grateful anyway?”

“Because Sam,” Dean said. “Hating your life and being ungrateful and taking all this shit for granted - it’ll ruin you. I found this book -”

“Ohhhhh, so that’s where this came from.”

“I found this book that explained why being grateful is so important, and after looking back at all the shit we’ve gone through and how it’s affected us, I realized, heck, the guy’s right. Life sucks, but we gotta do what we can to see the bright side of life. Besides, you should be proud of me! Readin’ a book and learnin from it and being grateful and all that.” Dean said, He poked Sam’s side a few times. “Eh? Eh? Aren’t you proud of me?”

Sam rolled his eyes fondly, finally cracking a smile. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Ha! There we go!” Dean cheered.

“Alright, alright, I see your point. But why’d ya have to pin me to the floor to make it?”

“To do this!” Dean said, digging his fingers into his little brother’s belly. “I thought I was gonna have to convince you, but since I already did, well, I thought I’d do it anyway! This is too good of an opportunity to pass up!”

“Ahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Dehehehehehehean!” Sam laughed, pushing at his hands and squirming on the floor. He squealed as his older brother slipped his hands under his shirt and raked his fingers up and down his ribs. “No fahahahahahair!”

“Fair? What’s not fair?”

“No fahahahaahahahaahair tickling mehehehehehe!”

Dean grinned and snuck his fingers into his little brother's armpits. “Nahhhh, I’m your big brother. Tickling you is completely fair!”

Sam kicked his feet, his armpits being one of his worst spots. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw, what’s the matter Sammy? Ticklish?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“You really want me to stop? I seem to remember little Sammy jumping into my lap and saying, De, please tickle me!”

Sam’s face went a shade redder than it already was.

“And you used to love it when I’d do this!”

Dean pushed up his shirt, leaned down, and gave him a huge raspberry. “PTTTTHHHHHBBBBB!”

Sam screamed with laughter, the tickly vibrations lighting up his nerves with joy. “AHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Dean let up, unable to keep from laughing himself.

Sam gasped for breath, the world’s biggest smile on his face. “You’re the wohohohohorst!” he giggled.

“Ohoho, you’d better watch your mouth,” Dean teased. “Them’s fightin’ words, Sammy!” He wiggled his fingers at him.

Sam’s eyes widened and he renewed his efforts to escape. Panting and gasping and half laughing he managed to turn over onto his stomach and start to crawl away. Dean snickered and let him get away a few inches before he grabbed Sam’s ankle.

“DEAN! NO! NOT THERE!”

Shoe and sock flew off, and a battalion of tickling fingers landed on his bare foot. Sam howled with laughter and pounded his fist on the floor.

“DEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“You’re really still this ticklish, aren’t you?”

“OBVIOUSLY! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“And you’re still not complaining about being tickled half to death, huh?” Dean asked, not expecting an answer as he took Sam’s shoe and sock off his other foot. Deciding to have a little mercy, he switched to gentler tickles to give his little brother some time to breathe.

“Dehehehehehehehehehe! Dehehehehehehehehehe!”

“Hmmmm?”

“Eheheehehehehehehehehe!”

“Havin fun there, Sammy?”

“Yeheheheheheheheheah! Hahahahahahahaha!”

Dean clutched his chest with one hand. “Still…so…cute,” he said overdramatically, thankful that Sam couldn’t hear him over his giggles.

“You all done?” Dean asked, using the phrase they’d use when they were little.

“Ahahahahahall dohohohohone!” Sam giggled, turning and laying on his back, gasping for breath.

Dean smiled and laid on his back next to him. “So, what do ya think for tonight?”

Sam, still coming off his ticklish giggle high, managed to say, “As long as it’s not the turducken, I’m fine with whatever.”

Dean yawned. “Sounds good,” he said, then slowly got up and gave Sam a hand.

“Why are you yawning? I’m the one who’s tired,” Sam joked. But when Dean pulled him up, Sam pulled him into a tight hug and whispered. “Thank you, De.”

The older one stood there in shock, hugging him back tightly. “No prob, little bro,” he whispered back, denying the fact that his voice sounded a little husky. They quickly pushed away from each other and cleared their throats.

“Well, enough of that chick flick bullshit,” Dean said. “Let’s go find us a thanksgiving turkey burger.”

Later on, the two brothers sat down at the table, a greasy spoon thanksgiving meal before them.

They’d just started digging in, when Dean’s eyes lit up. “Hey, Cas,” he said, mouth half full of turkey burger. “Get down here.”

Cas popped up right in front of him, making him jump. “You called?”

Dean huffed through his nose. “Will you stop doing that?”

Sam snorted.

“What are you two doing?” Cas asked. “It is not often you two have such a feast.”

“It’s thanksgiving, Cas.”

“Yeah, sit down and join us man,” Sam said.

The angel tilted his head and thought for a moment. “But this isn’t a proper thanksgiving meal.”

Sam gave him a look. “Hey, it’s the best we could do on a budget. You’ve got cornbread, mashed potatoes, vegetables, turkey burgers and pie. What more could you want?”

Cas lifted the tray of onion rings. “Onion rings? Not really what you’d call classic.”

Dean shrugged, smiling innocently. “Couldn’t resist,” he said.

Sam took another bite. “I was the one who vouched for the usual thanksgiving meal but Mr. Budget over here said no.”

“I can get us a turkey and stuffing, anything you like, no problem.”

Sam frowned. “But why?”

“Because you deserve something nice,” Cas said. “You rarely “treat yourself” as you say. And I’d like to contribute. After everything the two of you have been through, I think it’s only proper that you are treated to a nice thanksgiving meal.”

“Deserve? Who’s to say we deserve anything?” Dean grumbled.

Sam’s grateful smile faded.

“After all we’ve done, does anything get better? Permanently? No! It never lasts!”

“Dean–”

“No Sam! You know I’m right! We don’t deserve anything! Except maybe to live, and breathe, and take care of ourselves!”

“Whoa! What the hell, Dean? Five minutes ago you were just giving me the lecture of a lifetime about how we should be grateful, but the minute someone wants to be grateful towards us–”

“That’s not what this is about and you know it! If someone wants to thank us, then that’s on their terms! I said we should be thankful for what we have! I never said anything about us deserving it!”

Sam immediately calmed, though not completely. “Ohhhhh, so that’s what this is about. You’re letting your pride get in the way again because you think you don’t deserve nice things, you settle. You take whatever you can get.”

“Kinda comes with the lifestyle,” Dean muttered bitterly. “And don’t act like you don’t get the same way, mister high and mighty.”

“Alright, alright, fair,” Sam admitted, raising his hands in surrender. “Sometimes I do. But you gotta give Cas some credit here, man. He’s trying to do something nice for us, now let him.”

“How about you let him speak for himself?”

Cas raised his eyebrows. “Yes, I would appreciate it if I could.”

The two men turned to him, giving him their full attention.

“I would like to do something nice for you both, because you are my friends and I appreciate you and care for you both. And I think you do, in fact, deserve it,” the angel said. “Now, Dean,” he walked towards him. “I am tired of this prideful attitude of yours. And I intend to do something about it.”

“Hey, whoawhoawhoa - Cas, that’s not fair,” Dean stammered, getting up from his chair and backing away as the angel advanced towards him. “Let me get some angel stuff and we can have a good clean fight.”

Cas stopped in his tracks. “Fight? What makes you think I’m going to hurt you? At most I would wrestle you in play as most men do, but in this case I think something more childish at play will suffice.”

Dean’s squinted. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you think I saw you tickling Sam earlier? I sensed something was off and came to check on you both, but once I realized you were playing and that he wasn’t in any danger, I left you to it. However, it seemed to be very effective. And you made your point.”

Sam blushed a little, embarrassed that the angel had seen that, but ultimately he snickered, knowing that his brother was about to suffer the same thing.

Dean continued backing up. “Heh, well, lucky for you I’m not even ticklish anymore,” he said, then tripped and fell backwards onto the floor.

Cas grinned and used a little of his grace to pin him so he was splayed out like a starfish. “That’s not what I heard you say in your thoughts,” he said, then sat on his knees next to him and started tickling his lower ribs. Dean guffawed, hating that the angel could read his thoughts and thus go for his worst spot immediately. His feet and hands moved back and forth and never had the hunter hated the angel’s grace like he did in that moment - he desperately wished he could move, wiggle, do something!

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! CAHAHAHAHAHAS! DAHAHAHAHAMN YOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Damning me, hmm? You should really be careful what you say, Dean. Especially when I have you in this position.”

Cas started to knead his hips, making him let out pure belly laughs instead of hysterics. “Now, what was it you kept saying to Sam? Something about just how ticklish he was? And how much it tickled?”

Dean snorted and blushed at the teasing. “Hahahahahahaha! Shut uhuhuhuhuhup already!”

Sam giggled and started taking pictures and a video, planning on using it later. If Dean ever got stubborn over text, he could always send him a few of those pictures and threaten him with tickles. “I can’t believe I forgot about this,” he said to himself, grinning from ear to ear.

“Why should I?” the angel asked. “It seems to make it tickle worse, from what I can tell from your thoughts. Tickle, tickle, tiiiiickle~” Cas teased, giving his hips a break and now tickling his tummy and sides. “Am I doing it right?” he asked Sam, momentarily glancing at him before continuing to dance his fingers across his brother’s freckled and extremely ticklish tummy. “I’ve seen parents tease their children like that, so it seems appropriate.”

“Cahahahahaaaas! I swear once you let me up - ahahahahahaha! I’m gonna kihihihihill you! No! No! Not the behehehehehehehellybutton! Ahahahahahaha!”

Sam laughed. “You’re doing great, Cas! Keep it up! Hahaha!”

Dean shrieked, laughing his head off and mentally begging for some reprieve, yet at the same time he was begging for it to continue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much or this hard, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this carefree or had this much fun.

Of course, Cas could hear this too, but he decided to give his human a break and let him keep some dignity.

“I believe there’s also terms to tickle you with, such as, gitchy gitchy goo and coochie coochie coo!”

The fingers kept up their persistent tickling dance on his torso. “STAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” Dean screeched, his face two shades darker of red.

“Hmm, you have some energy left. I’ll tickle you a little more I think. Sam, what’s another one of his worst spots?”

“Sahahahahahammy! Dohohohon’t you dahahahare tell him!”

Sam grinned wickedly. “His feet!”

And with a snap of his fingers, Dean’s shoes and socks were off and laying neatly next to him. And a rainbow feather duster appeared next to the hunter’s right foot.

“From my quick scan of the media, feathers are a popular tool for tickling. Wouldn’t you say Dean?”

The poor, ticklish hunter couldn’t answer. He focused on breathing as he watched the angel move his feet and legs together, still pinned by his grace.

“Now, Dean,” Cas began, picking up the feather duster. “Now that I have sufficiently tired you out, I believe I can get through to you. You deserve to have nice things, things of quality, things of enjoyment. You need not settle for the lesser things, though I understand why you do because of limited resources. However, when the opportunity comes along I don’t want you to deny yourself enjoyment. You deserve good things in this life, Dean Winchester. Not only because of who you are, but what you do. So, do you agree to sit down with Sam and I for a nice, proper thanksgiving meal?”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“So be it,” Cas said, then picked up the duster and promptly started tickling his feet.

“PFFFFFT! CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Sam chuckled. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he’s begging. It really is that bad of a spot,” he said, then leaned back in a chair and began to scroll the news on his phone, leaving the two goofballs to play. “I wonder if angels are ticklish,” Sam thought out loud.

The feathers fluttered over Dean’s arches and under his toes, sawing between them, dancing over his heels and over the tops of his feet and toes.

“OH GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD! IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Dean howled, wiggling his toes like there was no tomorrow.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Dean. You deserve nice things!” “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO I DOHOHOHOHON’T!”

“Yes you do! And I’m not going to stop tickling you until you agree with me that you do! What if I tickle your arches and toes at the same time, hmm? Will that convince you?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! OH PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Dean begged, losing all decorum as tears filled his eyes.

Cas smiled, knowing his human was about to break. “Will you sit down and have a proper thanksgiving dinner with me and your brother?” he asked.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! I WILL! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Dean laughed, tears streaming down his face now.

The angel stopped immediately and removed his grace, also snapping his fingers and putting his shoes and socks back on him. Dean immediately curled up into a tight ball, still giggling and trying to get his breath back.

Cas gave him a few minutes to re-orient himself and get his breath back, before he scooted over to him and began to rub his back.

Dean jumped at first at the surprise contact, then eventually settled down and melted into the touch.

“You alright there, Dean?”

“Yeah…,” Dean mumbled. “You’re a ruthless, cruel, and terrible person.”

“I’m an angel, not a person,” Cas corrected, greeting him with a smile as he sat up. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Dean scowled. “I did not enjoy it,” he argued.

“Your thoughts say otherwise.”

“Get out of my head, damn it!”

The angel chuckled. “Would you like a hug?” he asked quietly, whispering so that Sam couldn’t hear. “I know affection after intense playing like this can be a great comfort.”

Dean huffed, but responded mentally.

Cas pulled him into a deep, wonderfully soothing hug. It was tight, but not restricting. It was firm, but full of love. Dean practically melted and nearly gave a contented little sigh as he felt the angel massage his scalp too.

Cas felt his heart break a little. His poor boys never knew much love. They had each other, but not much else. And he’d be damned if he ever let these two humans, whom he cared for very much, go around without knowing they were cared for and loved.

“Dean, wake up,” Cas said quietly. “It’s time to get things ready for dinner.” He helped the hunter up, and the two went into the kitchen to clear up the fast food thanksgiving, and replace it with a proper one.

“Mmm! Cas, where’d you learn how to cook?” Sam asked,

“Cooking is easy,” Cas said with a shrug. “I’ve read hundreds of books. Watched people do it,” he said, eating his sweet potato casserole with gusto.

“Mmmmm. Oh my go—MAN that’s good!” Dean groaned, falling in love with all this pie. Cherry, apple, pumpkin, blueberry, you name it! “I don’t know why I ever argued with you. I guess we do deserve nice things.”

Sam beamed, and Cas grinned.

“It’s about time you came around,” Sam said.

Dean rolled his eyes fondly.

Cas passed him the plate of turkey. “You better eat some protein, young man,” he said. “Otherwise you’ll end up in a sugar coma.”

Dean snorted but took the plate and served himself some turkey anyway. “Yes, Mom,” he teased.

The three shared a laugh at that, then continued to eat and enjoy a proper thanksgiving meal.

The end!

[not-behind-glass]

I am absolutely sick and tired of seeing the following:

- Trans people deliberately making cis women feel inferior or disconnected from their own biology.

- Cis people deciding that trans people don't exist because they are constantly being exposed to extremists who are fighting losing battles.

- Trans people denying the science of their own existence.

- Cis people denying the science of trans people's existence.

I believe that trans people exist, because I am a trans man and because I have researched trans people.

I understand cis women being upset at being pushed out of their own womanhood by some trans people who are trying to claim ownership of womanhood.

As a trans man, I know and can understand that I was born female. My chromosomes, as much as I want them to, will never change. This is a fact that I have no choice but to accept. But it makes me no less of a man, I have a beard, a deep voice, a penis, and have undergone top surgery. Even if I hadn't undergone those things, I'd still be a man because unfortunately, I had a birth defect where my consciousness and my brain is that of a male, but my body developed (due to hormones and chromosomal communication) as a female. That being said, my existence should never take away anything from cis men. I can't use, and have no need for condoms. So why would I have them?

Now, for women, trans or not, having and using feminine hygiene products is a part of being a woman. I have no qualms with trans women buying these products, but since a trans woman has no need to use them, they should not advertise them. But if they want to buy them, that's fine, I don't understand why, but I can understand the want and the need to do so. It's the same with me and condoms or Viagra, I can buy them, but I have no need for them.

My overarching statement is that I just want cis people and trans people to get along. I don't wanna identify as a trans person anymore because of this fighting. I am just a man with unusual circumstances.

Please can we just get along?

Here's a message for cis people: The extremists do not speak for us.

[221behavior]

Yes, child, I was there. I was there for the rise and fall of the Sherlock fandom…and it was a harrowing tale, one that show writers and fans alike now whisper around campfires to scare each other…

[not-behind-glass]

I was there too! I am still here and I won't be going anywhere anytime soon 😁

[not-behind-glass]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mike Stamford, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Philip Anderson, Sally Donovan, Jefferson Hope, Jeff Hope, Anthea (Sherlock), Angelo (Sherlock) Additional Tags: Vampires, Werewolves, Lycans, Vampire Sherlock, Werewolf John Watson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Episode: s01e01 A Study in Pink, Canon Divergence - A Study in Pink, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Crime Scenes, Werewolf Discrimination, vampire discrimination, First Kiss, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Past Drug Addiction, Past Drug Use, First Meetings, Crush at First Sight, Protective Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John Watson, Werewolf Turning, Investigations, Sherlock Being Sherlock, Developing Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Friendship, POV John Watson, John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes, Bisexual John Watson, Captain John Watson, Doctor John Watson, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, Protective Mycroft, Mycroft Being Mycroft, Greg Lestrade is a Good Friend, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 1 of Sanguine Dynasty Summary:

In a world where humans live alongside vampires and werewolves, we John Watson navigating a world that is divided between those who accept magical creatures and those who hate them. What happens when John Watson, Ex-Army Doctor of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers of The Wolf Division meets consulting detective and pure blood vampire, Sherlock Holmes for the first time?

TL;DR: John and Sherlock are magical creatures and we watch them live their lives in this world. Let's see where it takes them.

I’ve just posted a new fic where John and Sherlock are magical creatures! Come check it out :D

[not-behind-glass]

I have just released a new one shot! It features some really tough topics. Please heed the warnings and the tags. It does talk about suicide and dark thoughts, but there is a brighter ending 😁

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40980813

[gaylilsherlock]

John and Sherlock’s Infinite Playlist

a collection of one-shots inspired by my TJLC Playlist - by LipstickDaddy on AO3

recommended: listen to the song before reading each chapter! lyrics available in my pinned

Chapter 21: Losing You

Summary: The author makes a snap decision to divert from canon just enough to soothe their readers; John and Sherlock share a deliriously honest night full of kisses and sweat before they part ways on the tarmac. But their goodbye is just a trick; it's all just a magic trick.

*chapter is explicit

*seems like I really am easily persuaded— we’re still going to be following canon, but the rest of my fic starting from this chapter will be influenced by fan theories (because we ended up writing a better story, didn’t we? @victorianpining’s YouTube series comes to mind)

tags: @ella-doe @my-johnlockficrecs @musingsofmyown @whatnext2020 @inevitably-johnlocked @stephratte @helloliriels @tjlcarchives @hisfavouritejumper @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @queerholmcs @astudyinsoulmates @tworidiculousmen @beesholmes @victorianpining @a-different-equation @emaster875 @satandrankmy-coffee @sarahthecoat @sherlockwatsons @canabitchgetadonut @astudyin221b @topsyturvy-turtely @psychosociogentleman @sourgrapes-aa

[annaxbolina]

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it

[hsavinien]

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

2: What scene did you first put down?

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

5: What part was hardest to write?

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

7: Where did the title come from?

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

11: What do you like best about this fic?

12: What do you like least about this fic?

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

[lillysliterature]

Spare a question? I LOVE talking about my writing (even if I don’t do a lot of it lol)

[totallysilvergirl]

I want to read OTHER writers on these cool questions, not myself! Questions 3, 4, 11 on any fic of yours you choose:

@hubblegleeflower @fluffbyday-smutbynight @shirleycarlton @weneedtotalkaboutfic @otter-von-bismarck @kettykika78 @amindamazed @mydogwatson @blogstandbygo @pipmer @daringlydomestic

[fluffbyday-smutbynight]

Hey thanks for the tag :) of course I’m choosing The Perfect Blend…

3) fave line of narration:

This is a last chance, his brother is offering him to rectify his situation; it’s also a last chance Sherlock is allowing himself.

4) fave line of dialogue:

“You understand, now?” Grand-Mère asks, studying his focused expression. “It’s what you call an acquired taste. Not everyone gets it, not everyone likes it. But if you like it, then you really, really do.”

11) what I like best:

it’s like missing scenes for Sherlock’s past. And it was fun trying to convey all those awesome smells and flavours :)

[humanmessofaperson]

Oh good god it's gotten worse

Okay, so I just saw a tiktok saying "hey, ao3 is not tiktok. Do not censor words, especially in the tags." I stg people are losing brain cells. The tiktoker then proceeded to show an example of the tag they saw which was:

"s..cidal ideation"

I don't know who needs to, once again, hear this, but you are stopping the tagging system, and filtration system from working.

People censor words on platforms like tiktok to stop the algorithm from picking up their video and automatically taking it down or restricting it.

A tagging system works so that other people can easily filter the content they do and don't want to see. So if some had "suicidal ideation" in their filtered tags so that they won't see things containing that subject matter, by censoring the word suicidal, you have now stopped the tagging/filtration system from working and now the individual is going to see content that they had made sure to filter out.

Please stop censoring words and/or phrases. Especially in tags. You are literally stopping the system from working and doing its job. Ao3 (and Tumblr) is not tiktok. The tags are there for a reason. Don't censor them.

[december-rains]

ALSO

some people are looking FOR that kind of content

and if you mess with the tags then you’re not going to find those readers

[batterseas]

My absolute favourite moments from the show are when John’s love for Sherlock just shows on his face, moments where he doesn’t hide it and just looks at Sherlock with so much love that it melts my fucking heart.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Exhibit C:

Exhibit D:

(Feel free to add!)

[jawnn-watson]

THEY’RE HUSBANDS AND YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

[221b-johnlocked-1895]

Exhibit E:

Exhibit F:

Exhibit G:

Exhibit H:

Exhibit I:

Exhibit J:

Exhibit K:

Exhibit L:

Exhibit M:

[sherlockcorner-deactivated20241]

Exhibit N:

[wordsnstuff]

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Head Injuries

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Hematoma

Hemorrhage

Concussion

Edema

Skull Fracture

Diffuse Axonal Injury

Neck

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Neck sprain

Herniated Disk

Pinched Nerve

Cervical Fracture

Broken Neck

Chest (Thoracic)

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Aortic disruption

Blunt cardiac injury

Cardiac tamponade

Flail chest

Hemothorax

Pneumothorax (traumatic pneumothorax, open pneumothorax, and tension pneumothorax)

Pulmonary contusion

Broken Ribs

Broken Collarbone

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[not-behind-glass]

Hey all! I'm working on a story where Sherlock is a trans man. There is action, love and most of all an end game that will be as satisfying as we need it to be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40006335/chapters/100185876

[doomslock]

Sherlock AU: A relapse leads to an overdose.

[love-in-mind-palace]

This isn’t an au anymore is it

[iamjohnlocked4life]

how TLD should’ve gone… ffs…

[midnightsfantasy]

^ I second that this is how TLD should’ve gone. Sherlock deserves better than to be beaten by the person he loves.

[ryumanami]

Watching 221B / R-18

By Zum

[mrs-mob-johnlocked]

Brilliant!!!!

[whatnext2020]

[newtkins]

are you a “will scream when johnlock becomes canon” johnlocker, a “will cry when johnlock becomes canon” johnlocker, or a “will pass out when johnlock becomes canon” johnlocker

[not-behind-glass]

All of the following. I will scream when it happens, then cry and be so hysterical that I will pass out and then when I awaken once more, will be in tears and screaming again!

[sherlyberry]

happy.

[not-behind-glass]

Hello, nice to meet you! I'm a new tjlc-er, but i was a fan of the bbc show from the beginning, and a fan of acd books before that. See you around!

Nice to meet you too! I've been a fan of the show since the beginning and a fan of ACD for a few years before that, but I'd never truly become a fan until seeing the BBC adaption.

It's so nice to see some new people either returning or joining TJLC 😁 I hope to see you around too! Have a great day 😁