Nov 10, 2023
How TF is it even possible that I had forgotten I had 4500 words worth of Brienne x Reader Bookshop AU already written??
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How TF is it even possible that I had forgotten I had 4500 words worth of Brienne x Reader Bookshop AU already written??
guess who decided to ignore all their current wips and start writing an f1 au for the hbowar boys instead
@pinetreelady we’ve lived in the northeast for always and yet every year we’re surprised. Even when you know it’s coming the 40 degree nights feel extra cold. Time to go to an orchard and make pies. If anyone has a fave orchard (that also sells cider doughnuts) in eastern Massachusetts, plz let me know.
@rob-anybody *weeps on your neck* I’m feeling so old and tired (these are relative qualities, not absolute ones) and unattractive. Thank you, friend. p.s. I started reading Wee Free Men aloud to David and he was like THAT’S YOUR FRIEND’S username. Yes. Yes it is.
@anonsally well, if it’s my nose yes, but it came from Roman days and it rather precedes me in the world. I would find SF weather very confusing. I know you hate our weather and that’s a mark of sanity, but I’m used to its obstreperous whims.
I hate safety cars...
Unless they benefit my boys... Seb, Chas, Pierre, Daniil, Kimi, Alex... But it never does. 😭😭😭
God that article is so fuckin bad what the fucking fuck
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Extract from a story I’m writing..
((Hi guys! I know most of you don't really know me, but I love writing. I really enjoy it and it’s something I’ve loved for a long time! So a little while ago, I came up with an OC for the BBC show, Sherlock. I started writing a story for her but gradually ran out of steam.. SO I decided to put up a little bit of it here and see how people liked it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, however hate will NOT be tolerated. It’s just a test run to see whether people think I should keep writing it. It doesn’t start at the beginning of the story, but it’s the only bit I could find at the moment.. this bit takes place around Ep 2 of Season 1))
Taking the alley she knew led to the street, she walked down until she reached the opening that led to a street in Chinatown.
It was easy to spot them, they were practically the only ones on the street. John Watson, Sherlock’s partner in investigations was looking in a shop across the road and the man himself, Sherlock, was doing what appeared to be breaking into a house from the back. Taking the camera from her back, she adjusted it and took a few pictures as Watson walked across to the house from the shop and started talking to Sherlock, who was by now, inside the house, she realised that he was quite close. Close enough to see his breath turn into mist. Of course, at the next snap of the camera he turned around. “Sherlock… there’s a girl taking pictures of us in the alleyway…” A muffled reply came from the door.
“She’s taken a picture of you breaking into a house, Sherlock! You could get arrested!” Eliza took this as her cue to start walking back down the alleyway. A few seconds later, she heard the familiar thud of feet pounding on the pavement. She started running, disappearing through an alleyway and crouching round a dumpster. She wasn’t scared of being caught, if they took her to the police, she had enough criminal information on practically everyone in the station that she could easily walk free, but she wanted those pictures. They had use. Catching her breath in a silent inhalation, she slipped the bag over her shoulder. It was a while before the footsteps finally died; she slowly got up, and walked forward, looking behind her. Suddenly there was a shadow above her.
“I’ve found her! She was behind the dumpster!”
Keeping a blank face Eliza said “It took you quite a while, even with all the signs leading to my location.” John Watson seemed slightly taken aback at her emotionless tone, especially coming from such a small looking girl.
“You realise how serious this is, don’t you?” Of course she did.
“Yes. I do, and you also realise how serious it is that I took pictures of him breaking into a home, otherwise you wouldn’t have followed me. It appears we’re even, only I have evidence that could send you both to jail and your evidence would only be seen as a young fan taking a photo.”
He again, looked a little startled at how absolutely void of emotion this child was.
“How old are you?”
“Twelve years old.”
“What’s your name?”
“Eliza”
“Your full name…”
“Eliza Lillian Burn”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here because I need information.” He paused, a look of worry in his eye. “Why do you need information? Who are you working for?” She looked at him; of course he’d assume she was working for someone. They all do.
“I work for myself, Mr Watson, and why I need information is unnecessary.” He looked about to answer, when the sound of footsteps again filled the chilly air.
“She was behind the dumpster, Sherlock, says her name is Eliza Burn.”
“Where is she from?” Eliza knew that he didn’t know that, and let him squirm for a while before speaking up at saying
“I’m from Suffolk, Mister Holmes, though I haven’t been there in a year and a half.”
“How long have you been in London?”
“About five months.”
“Where are your parents? Do they know you’re he-” John was interrupted by Sherlock who said “Oh for God’s sake John! Use your eyes! Her clothes are a size too big for her, though very well worn, and her hair is neat at the front but knotty round the back because she hasn’t had someone to brush it where she couldn’t reach. The possibility of having neglectful parents in the lower or lower middle class is ruled out. Her camera is too good for that. The possibility of having neglectful parents in the upper classes is ruled out by everything else. John, her parents are dead!”
Is it just me or is this tumblr mobile update probably the worst one yet
I didn't see that that goal was offside and I'm telling you I almost died my internal organs were about to start melting