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Infinifluff in July!
The 14th is soon upon us again; next Tuesday in fact. Prompts for the July edition: twig – annual – plant + the image above.
Alternative prompts: orchard - forest - landscape - oak - abundance + the image below.
Remember to tag us when you post your fluff so we can reblog it!
It's soon that time of month again!
Time for the penultimate installment of Solace and Joy, the fic that @fluffbruary built
i've had a rough couple months (years??) and kinda lost some things that used to bring me joy, like reading fanfics. idk, it just stopped interesting me at some point.
but now a certain book/movie brought back the excitement of reading fics and if my new pairing is ryan gosling and a rock, so be it. (the other rock can come too.)
On the days he wakes up earlier than John, but doesn’t want to get out of bed yet, he just lies there and holds his hand out, admiring the band of gold
From my wedding!lock headcanon post before. I couldn’t stop smiling while drawing it so I hope you all enjoy it too c:!
Will you be seeing red after taking this quiz?
I can only read “dogs” and only see anything in one other. I see nothing in any other.
8/10 but fuck, OW.
8/10 also!
Sir, I am legally colour blind
Celebrating Splix
Sherlock fandom has been a huge part of my life since I first joined (as a very, very quiet lurker) way back in 2011. As I became more comfortable- both in fandom and in my own skin- I started meeting all sorts of fantastic people. Of all the gifts this fandom has given me, the people in my life because of it is the biggest one of all. I am grateful for my fandom friends and for those who have become absolute rocks in real life.
One of those people was @splix71. I no longer remember when we first interacted online- it was years ago- but we clicked, hard, and when we first met in person four years ago, it was like stars aligning. I last saw her a year ago, when we spent a week together laughing, fangirling, eating, road-tripping, and making the most of what would be our last visit together.
I was so, so lucky to have her in my life and our friendship was a true joy. SHE was a true joy. I miss her more than I can say.
Today is @splix71/Alex’s birthday and in honor of my friend, I’ve got a whole bunch of posts queued up. For those of you who knew Alex, in fandom or outside of it, I hope you find some comfort today in remembering her and her vibrant, passionate personality.
Splix would have been 50 years old today. Two years ago we celebrated by overindulging at an Indian buffet and drooling over watching Hamlet!Batch on the big screen that night. I can’t eat my weight in Aloo Tikki this year like I did then, but I am going to celebrate Splix the best I can today. She deserves nothing less.
To repeat myself from last year: For those of you who knew Alex, in fandom or outside of it, I hope you find some comfort today in remembering her and her vibrant, passionate personality.
Thinking of my sweet friend today and missing her so much.
Almost four years since this beautiful, brilliant, and most hilarious person has been gone and I still can’t believe it. I hope she’s having a most fabulous time, wherever she is. Happy Birthday, Alex! I miss you more than I can ever fully say.
Happy birthday to my friend, who is still so deeply missed.
Happy birthday to one of a kind. Alex was a treasure, she really was. Here’s to you, my lovely friend.
Happy birthday, my friend! Wishing we could gorge on Indian food and flail over Benedict like we did seven years ago. Miss you so much!
A heatwave cartoon for New Scientist.
Happy pride month! Here's a bunch of wips from the last few months
Infinifluff in July!
The 14th is soon upon us again; next Tuesday in fact. Prompts for the July edition: twig – annual – plant + the image above.
Alternative prompts: orchard - forest - landscape - oak - abundance + the image below.
Remember to tag us when you post your fluff so we can reblog it!
It's soon that time of month again!
Time for the penultimate installment of Solace and Joy, the fic that @fluffbruary built
Dangerous Company - part 7
by Holmesianlove
Chapter 7: On the Case
“So... What is this errand that we're running?” I asked, after I had followed him in silence long enough.
“I’m... a detective, Watson,” he finally offered in reply.
“You are?” I turned my head to look at him, eyes widening.
“Yes. Among other things,’’ he offered, as if that made it so much more palatable.
“Among other things?”
“Yes.”
I was astonished. Suddenly finding him the way I had done in the alleyway seemed to make more sense. At least… maybe it did?
“Right. And so... we're... detecting now?”
He gave me a withering look. “Investigating... is the present participle you're looking for.”
“Ah. I thank you, kind sir.” I gave him an overly dramatic gesture with my hand, signalling a regal bow, but he ignored me and I felt completely ridiculous for it, returning my hand to my pocket instead. “And so... What exactly are we... investigating then?”
“My client seems to have misplaced a valuable item. A precious statue... a family heirloom. Someone seems to have taken it from his study and it is my…” He cleared his throat and looked over at me. “Our job, to locate its whereabouts.”
I felt suddenly thrilled. Our job? He was including me in this investigation? I would not let him down. I thought hard about what to ask next but he was so serious about everything. I couldn’t help myself. “Has he looked around his house? Tidied up a bit? If it looks anything like yourapartment, it's likely to just be underneath a pile of papers,” I scoffed, pleased with myself for the useful suggestion tied up in a playful jibe.
“Thank you for your assessment, Watson. Yes, we have tried all of the obvious places.”
I couldn’t tell if Holmes liked my suggestion or thought I was an idiot.
“He believes that one of his staff has stolen it and sold it for gold. It's very valuable,” Holmes carried on.
“How valuable?” Suddenly my interest was piqued.
“This piece is worth fifty pounds.”
I stopped walking. This was no small job. He paused with me. “Oh, I see. That's… considerable.”
“Quite.”
“ And so, we are…?”
“Investigating,” he said simply, beginning to walk again and I followed suit.
“Investigating, I see.” I nodded. “Where does one start with such matters?”
“I have a few people knowledgeable in such things, antiquities, dealerships. I am planning to speak to a few of my learned friends. See if they have come across the item. It's quite unusual. Likely to be something that people in the field will speak of amongst each other when it becomes available for sale.”
“Brilliant,” I interjected. He looked at me a little surprised by the compliment. It seemed to throw him off for a moment before he composed himself.
“Failing that, we shall attend some gatherings.”
“We shall?” I turned my head, looking surprised.
“Yes, I think so, if you're amenable to such things?” He stopped walking again to look at me. For a moment he seemed… nervous.
I was embarrassed to realise I blushed under his close scrutiny. “Certainly, I could... I… Yes, I could.”
He let out a little sigh of relief and nodded happily. “Excellent, then we will attend some gatherings and listen to the gossip. Wealthy people love to gossip. About antiquities – items, they feel they have acquired at a bargain. Somebody will absolutely not be able to help themselves. And if the wealthy won't, certainly the servants might. One of us can sneak into the servants' quarters and also listen in.”
“Oh… I see. You are suggesting that I would fit in better downstairs?” The disappointment was clear in my voice. I had briefly forgotten my place in the excitement.
“I said no such thing. I simply…”
“Hmm. I'll try not to be offended but your meaning was apparent, Holmes. You are wealthy and I am not. I would be better suited downstairs. I shall go where you need me to. I’d like to be of use. That was the purpose of my moving in. The arrangement, was it not?”
“Watson, I said no such thing.”
Suddenly, he seemed wrong-footed and our conversation stopped. Tension had returned between us. We continued to walk in silence. I could tell he was deep in thought and we didn’t discuss the topic again. I followed him in silence as we visited two different, unusual stores selling nick-knacks and strange items, books and antiquities out on the Main Street. Stores I had never been into before. At one point I nearly cried aloud and embarrassed myself when an unmounted, stuffed bear’s head caught me by surprise.
My feet were starting to ache from the amount of walking across London we had managed without my cane for support and my ears had begun to ring from the deafening silence between us. “Goodness, it really is a gloomy day, isn't it?” I couldn’t help saying aloud, as we rounded yet another corner. I gathered my coat closer to my body, desperate to try and keep out the chill, which seemed not to affect Holmes in the slightest. As if my words had called to the heavens in a plea, the clouds suddenly parted and the sun appeared out of nowhere. Before I could even comment, I heard the strangest noise, like an animal in pain. I didn't realise it was Holmes at first. It was almost like a squeal. And he grabbed at me and pulled me into another shop, knocking the wind right out of me.
“Holmes, what the devil?!” I shouted in fright.
I barely have a memory of what happened next but I swear my feet left the ground and I moved faster than felt humanly possible. Suddenly I was inside a very dark and very musty store, a ringing in my ears. It took a moment before I understood it was the doorbell instigated upon our entry. Holmes had the front of my coat firmly grasped in his hands and had shoved me quite firmly against a wall inside the store. We were pressed together against the wall as if we were hiding for our lives from the law.
I breathed heavily, trying to work out what had occurred to cause this response and I looked up at him to see him also breathing at a rapid pace, in a blind panic. “Holmes?” I asked gently, trying to see if he was alright. His eyes were clasped tightly shut and he was not listening at all. “Holmes?” I asked again, trying to get his attention. “Are you quite alright?”
He nodded frantically, but didn’t open his eyes at all. “I don’t… understand what happened just now. Why are we—?”
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. And I lost the ability to speak. Those eyes were looking right into mine, panicked, frightened.
“Well now, we’re alright. I don’t know what caused your response... but everything is—“
His eyes had started moving across my face and he gasped, stepping away from me, letting go of my coat as if I was hurting him and then he suddenly grabbed at my face and now it was my turn to suck in a breath in surprise.
“Holmes?”
“You’re… you’re cut…” As quickly as he had touched me he let go and stepped away as if touching me caused him great pain.
“Holmes?” My face was drawn with concern and I didn’t understand what was happening at all. The two of us stood there awkwardly and I had no comprehension of what was the cause of it.
“You’re bleeding,” he choked out, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to me, as he looked away.
“Oh. Sorry I…”
Holmes started pacing and mumbling to himself and occasionally glancing in my direction. Apparently I had done something criminal based on his reaction. Perhaps he had a fear of blood? Some people were afflicted with that - a sudden weakness that came over them when they smelled it or saw it. Perhaps he didn’t want to be embarrassed by it in my presence? Perhaps he felt faint?
“Ah Mister Holmes! What a lovely surprise!” The shopkeeper cried out. “We rarely see you during the day. What can I do for you?”
Holmes flashed me an angry look, before disappearing into the store to speak to the owner, leaving me absolutely confused. I turned to look in an antique mirror on the wall, dabbing at the scratch on my cheek and wondering what on earth had just occurred between us.
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10: From Aziraphale
Although their good friend, A Z Fell, Really does not like to sell The things he collects, Still Sherlock suspects There’s one here by James, (gasp!) E L.
'Tis a Gift is on AO3.
I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!
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The Night Is Come, But Not Too Soon | Good Omens | Poet to None
Summary | The bus ride and the overnight stay. (S1 E6)
Characters | Crowley and Aziraphale
Genre(s) | Romance/Porn With Plot/S1 Canon Compliant (S2 Canon Divergence Implied)
Words | 8,997
Chapters | 5/7
Rating | Explicit
Additional Tags | Not Beta Read, RELEASE THE EMOTIONS, Communicating Feelings, Aziraphale's turn to be vulnerable, Aziraphale having a crisis, Aziraphale admitting he believes his worst fear now, Devoting the future to each other, Trust, Soulmates, Genderfluid Crowley, Pansexual Crowley, Crowley's Flat, Crowley's Backstory?, Crowley's Scent Kink, Crowley's an Artist (and very invested in the arts), Poetry, Aziraphale's VIP Pinky, Sex with wings out, Wings let me sell you on so much wings, Saying I love you in sex, Raaaainbows, Top Crowley/Bottom Aziraphale, Itty Bit of Bottom Crowley, Multiple Sex Positions, Frottage, Missionary (position), Spoons (position), Crab (position), Crowley Has a Penis, Crowley Has a Vulva if in the Mood, Aziraphale Has a Penis, Always Horny Ineffable Husbands, Pillow Principality Aziraphale, god completely losing control of her gays
Fabulous Line | From a time Crowley wouldn't anymore name, aloud at least, the memory stirs of their first embrace.
Series | Just Call The Thing Love
Sherlock fandom
Complete Deletion
“Greg? Is that what you call yourself nowadays?”
“It’s my name, Sherlock!”
“No, it isn’t.”
“His name is Greg, Sherlock.”
“No, John.”
“I give up. Want another pint, John?”
“Ta, Greg.”
“You can get your own, Sherlock.”
“I don’t drink beer, Gavin. If you had paid attention, you would have known that. Just as you would have known that your name – “
“Shut up, Sherlock!”
“Why is he so agitated, John?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Sherlock. Maybe because you can’t remember his name.”
“He is the one who – “
“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just pretend we never had this conversation, shall we?”
“Impossible, John.”
“Why?”
“I never delete any conversation you are partaking in.”
“Now, you’re just taking the piss, Sherlock.”
“Am not.”
“Fine, then. Tell me what I asked you this morning before I left for work.”
“You asked me to buy milk and eggs.”
“Oh, my God!”
“What? You did.”
“I am aware, Sherlock!”
“So?”
“So, why did I come home to a fridge utterly void of milk and eggs?”
“Because I never went out. If memory serves, I did not acquiesce to procure these items.”
“Christ. Hurry up with my pint, Greg, before I strangle this one!”
“You are so morbid, John.”
“Yeah, wonder where that comes from.”
“Certainly not from fraternising with Giles.”
10: From Aziraphale
Although their good friend, A Z Fell, Really does not like to sell The things he collects, Still Sherlock suspects There’s one here by James, (gasp!) E L.
'Tis a Gift is on AO3.
I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!
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The Go-Bag
If Bond has to go on the run with little to no notice, it can't be good, so the go-bag is light on toiletries and heavy on first aid (suture & injection kits), escape routes (cash, passports, and munitions), and last resorts (the emergency food kit). Of course, not standing out is an important part of staying safely under the radar, so some room has been devoted to a change of clothes and some basic grooming paraphernalia. Walking around in bloodstained clothing tends to garner attention.
The watch is from Q Branch, and the earbud is a personal gift. No, he won't tell you who's on the other end.
The Fifth Pip, Chapter 4
John returns; Sherlock notices. There is a Conversation, and Conclusions are drawn.
“John? I’m sorry.” He opens the door a crack. “Please talk to me.” He hears a sigh from within, a squeak as John sits on the bed. “Sherlock, where do you think I was all this time?” He opens the door wider, sees John sitting, staring at the contents of his wardrobe. The suitcase lies open on the bed beside him, partly filled with underwear, all standard white except for one pair of red pants. Why red? Another John Watson mystery he might never get a chance to solve.
Next, a coda: What about Moriarty?
Part 7 of More Words (You don't have to have read the other parts to read this one - the series is all drabble-inspired short stories) 💕
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