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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
Dash did a thing 🥹
How long have you been on Tumblr?
Over 16 years (before 2010) (toddlers in the dawn of the ant colony)
16 to 14 years (2010-2012) (livejournal and Myspace refugees)
13 to 11 years (2013-2015) (you used to follow thebootydiaries)
10 to 8 years (2016-2018) (era of Russian bot conspiracy)
7 to 3.5 years (2019-2022) (post sex ban to Goncharov)
3.5 years or less (2023–2026) (Twitter refugee)
Rebagel for science pls.
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.”
9: From the Yarders
Since each one of them had been picking When Sherlock and John might start clicking, The Yard’s betting pool Has gifted a tool To count down the seconds — it’s ticking!
'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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when you listen to a song and it gives you inspiration to daydream an answer to the plot hole in the story building inside your head
today, a severe thursday watch will be in place.
remember everyone...
thursday watch: the conditions for thursday are here, but a thursday incident has not yet been confirmed
thursday warning: thursday has arrived
“Live by the sun, love by the moon” ☀🌕 Art by Thiago Correa
Welcome to Throwback Thursday, which -- thanks to @curiouspupsicle, @rogue-bard, @sakascal, @quitequaintrelle and now @ineffabildaddy and @scribblerinthestars (and I've probably missed someone) -- is now apparently A Thing! (I have yet to catch up with all the er tempting fics that have been posted. Damnit, real life, really.)
I started doing Throwback Thursdays a couple of years ago, featuring favorite fics from the first year or two of the Good Omens fandom, or my own fics that hadn't gotten traction when I shyly poked my foot in the door. Post-s3, these delightful writers have joined in to reflect on their early fic and let us enjoy. I love it.
About a year after s1 aired, I got, shall we say, medically beaten-up. A lot of staples and things were involved, along with a stern admonition to make no whoopee for six solid weeks. It's not as if I hadn't written smut before that, but... umm, I went kind of crazy, and for the first time took a fly at gender-switching our Ineffables, in F/M and F/F combinations. First it was a three-part arc featuring Naughty Nanny Ashtoreth, and then -- well, Mistress Aziraphale deserved a turn. Last week I re-read the first of four fics featuring her in all her buxom glory, and realized it suited the moment we face after season 3 *makes apotropaic gesture*.
Faith, or, Serpent In My Bosom - rated E, ~3,300 words
They're free of Heaven and Hell, the Earth and their earthly corporations are theirs to enjoy, and it's time to experiment (with an occasional spice of tender blasphemy). And if Crowley still worries that Aziraphale might long to reconcile with Heaven, his angel is quick to reassure him.
(Redeeming Social Value. We need that right now. Don't we?)
“Alexander’s mother was supposed to have nursed her snakes. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” “Wasn’t even in the area. Not a snake thing anyway. Urban legend.”
“No one would know it to look at you, dear.”
“Entirely selfless, what I’m doin’ here. Mmhm. Spirit of charity. Atonement for my many sins.”
“Oh, certainly.”
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I write mainly Good Omens, along with occasional ventures into Sherlock Holmes (BBC and ACD), Doctor Who, and my first love, Star Trek. Find my fic here on AO3.
its so weird to me that cis people will dislike their name so ardently and yet. not change it. you guys know that’s an option, right. no one can make you keep the shit name your mom gave you. no, not even her.
One of my friends in undergrad changed his name because he didn’t want to bear the name of his abusive and absent father. It’s been years since he did it, and he still says that it was the single best decision of his life.
One of my friends in high school changed his named as soon as he turned 18, so that the ethnic name his family gave him was finally the name reflected on all of his paperwork. He told me that he understood why his parents had given him an “English” name, but that he felt that if he needed to assimilate in order to succeed, then that was a type of success that he didn’t want.
When I was on my way home from the courthouse after changing my own name, I got into a conversation with my rideshare driver, who was extremely interested once I told him what I was in court for, and wanted to know how I’d done it, how much it cost, was it difficult, etc. It turned out that his girlfriend had chosen the name “Yo-yo” when she came to the United States, unaware of how rare that was as a name, and that she was frequently made fun of because of it. Neither one of them had realized that a name change was so easy, and he told me he was excited to let her know that she had options.
There was an intern at a summer job I had once, who changed her name to be the same name, but a different spelling. She said that she had no idea why her parents had spelled her name so oddly to begin with, and suspected that it was just an honest mistake either by them or by some nurse, but it had been a headache for her entire life, and it was a huge relief to not need to be correcting people’s spelling on important documents anymore.
One of my exes legally changed his name to have an exclamation point, because he liked to sign his name with an exclamation point.
You can always change your name if you don’t like it. You always have that option. It doesn’t matter why – it can be conformist or anti-assimilationist, serious or silly, a minor change or a major change. Your name is yours, and you have every right to change it to be whatever you want.
let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
I was never offered drugs other than alcohol as a teen in the 90s, and even alcohol was only offered a few times prior to my 18th birthday (legal drinking age in Australia).
One of the things that bothers me most about AI Is that they're not only offering it to us, they're putting it on our plates and telling us to eat our veggies. I went without dessert for six months in the war against beans as a kid (eventually making a successful counter-offer of twice as many peas). AI doesn't stand a chance against my stubbornness.
Some where in Kent, (in England, of course), there's a hill called Holmes Hill, and on that hill is a cottage, called Watson's Cottage. I know this because I happened to drive that way coming home, as there was severe queues on the M25 for this time of day.
It gives me (frankly an absurd) amount of joy, and peace, knowing that no matter what, these two will somehow always be together. It almost makes one believe in something grand, and Romantic, and silly, like soulmates.
