Unicorns and Thestrals were never really intended to meet, one herbivorous and noble, one carnivorous and seen only by those who’d witnessed death. Of course that made the first hybrid no less beautiful.
(another by the lovely essayofthoughts; this is short and sweet and yet full of weird promise, just the way I like it.)
wiggleofjudas asked: chapter nine of "and not or", please? *begging otter face*
I was mainly thinking that Sarah needed some equal time and equal character development. I had shown that she had been in love with John but broken it off, and that she still had feelings for him, but I wanted to show her trying to move on as well. Plotwise, I needed her to find out about the change in John and Sherlock’s relationship, so I had her witness them being physically affectionate without them seeing her.
I also wanted Sarah to just be a real person with lots of layers. She cries and she pines but she respects herself and draws boundaries; she’s dutiful and strong, but she also feels lonely and misunderstood.
And the Ginny bit, well, as you know, I really want to write a fic in which Sarah is a Weasley! So I put that bit in, wondering if anyone would notice. In my potterlock headcanon, she has magic and went to Hogwarts and the whole nine, and chose to live and work among Muggles because she’s got a bit of Arthur Weasley’s fascination with Muggles. And then she comes into John and Sherlock’s life and… hijinks ensue. :)
Thanks for asking, Jude! <3
Which is why we have brackets. So you can keep writing after firing off a frantic email to someone who’s hopefully more of an expert than you are.
The car that pulled into the garage at this particular house was equally unremarkable, a [THING WITH WHEELS] that would pass almost invisibly in a city full of other [THINGS WITH WHEELS].
The amount of sass though.
Once again, the xkit guy wins by solving our gif problem in less than a day!
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thefiendishsparrow asked: Le prompty prompt: Johnlock and red cheeks and cirrus clouds and the sun kissing the horizon. (I walked ages in the freezing cold very early this morning, can you tell? xxx)
Oh, how to do such a lovely prompt justice? (: I am playing in your flower crown AU, with which my brain is wholly smitten. Hope that’s okay! /nervous hand-twisting. Also: retirementlock, because I can.
Over the hills the heath lies dormant in a melting dusk, city grey and still, deep green. Winter opens her bare-boned arms, exhales a season, breathes to her fatherless colors welcome in and welcome home.
But Sherlock can feel it, the way their wreaths - holly, curling strands of ivy - tremble.
Almost plaintive, Sherlock touches John’s shoulder.
John wakes immediately. Blinks. Nods, just once.
In silence, they dress. John helps Sherlock into his boots and Sherlock buries his nose in John’s hair, inhales: tickling buds, still sleeping. Just scented of pearl.
Arms linked, they walk out over the Downs, puffing cold air from reddened cheeks. Sherlock’s steps are fragile, but quick. He takes them to the top of the hill, overlooking the sea.
And there, just in time: a sliver of sun, blue-green on the bay.
The solstice steals over Sussex soft and shy, but today will last longer, be warmer, for the first time in an age.
From the corner of his eye, Sherlock sights delicate white poking through at John’s temple: gardenia, unfurled.
This one fixed point.
Sherlock used to bloom with balsam and laurel, rhododendron and larch. Once - he smiles - purple lilac. And now:
John turns. Presses kisses to pink convolvulus, honeysuckle, jasmine. A last to the undying one they’ve shared for years of sunrises unchanged: violet, faithful blue.
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
I love this meme!
Here’s my stuff: http://archiveofourown.org/users/knitmeapony
Cool! My stuff here.
When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Calvin’s snowmen are breathtaking achievements and I will accept no disputes
I freaking love Calvin’s snowmen
They forgot the best one though!
Well, would you look at that!
Now that’s an excellent dictionary.