a brief interruption whilst i freak out a little?! sorry it’s just
Have a Nice Day! broke a hundred thousand hits
and Tied for Last broke five hundred thousand hits (actually 550,000).
to quote francieum, jessus crust. /flailing
and meanwhile i’m just thinking … wow and anyone who just found my blog out of nowhere would probably think i’m illiterate
Unable to wait for next week’s instalment of The Hollow Crown, I jumped in my time machine and travelled back to late 16th-century London to find out what happens next. Imagine how surprised I was to find THIS pinned to the door of the Globe Theatre!
It seems that entitled author hissy-fits are not as recent an invention as you might have thought…
Ad Infinitum by SpeechwriterAs he forges inexorably toward the end of time, he may come to wonder if this is a world worth ruling.
Because of reasons…
FFFFf - LET ME LOVE YOU ARI THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Goddammit, now I feel even more guilty for not updating this in forever.
*filled with feverish motivation* *opens word document*
So, I reached 1,000 followers yesterday, and I wanted to write something in gratitude, and then an awesome tinychat planted the idea of a Sherlock/Avatar crossover in my brain. Unfortunately, I only realized after writing about half of it that the demographic of people who have seen Sherlock and A:tlA and Korra is, er, probably quite a small one.
But oh well. I wrote it, so here it is. 8,700 words of the most seriously written cracky crossover you ever did see. I’m also going to put it up on my FFnet in a bit, if that’s more your style. (edit: fic on ffnet here!)
Title: BENT AND BROKEN
Summary:
Sherlock Holmes is many things: consulting detective; non-bender; semi-sociopathic descendant of the once-Fire Lord Azula.
John Watson is many things: waterbender; ex-soldier; healer; live-in P.A. to Sherlock Holmes.
The dead body Lestrade shows them in a back street of Republic City is, too, many things: dead for seven and a half hours; an earthbender with firebender’s papers; and, to Sherlock’s relief, thoroughly not boring.
This mini-murder mystery is set ninety years or so after Korra, with all the new technology that entails.
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“Earthbender,” Sherlock says, prowling around the prone corpse. “Powerful one. Married twice. No, three times. Ex-Future Industries worker. Lower management level; fired approximately a year ago. Additional pursuits limited to drinking, mashing tsungi horn melodies with modern beats, constant internet usage, and copious sexual activity. John, time of death?”
John closes his eyes, places his hands on the corpse’s chest. Reads the curdled blood sitting stagnant in the man’s veins. Rigor mortis is complete – plus a few giveaways in the softening tissue of the eyes and face … “Seven and a half hours, give or take a few minutes.”
“Wait, wait, bloody hang on!”
John and Sherlock look at Lestrade like they forgot he was there. (They did.)
“Problem?” Sherlock says briskly.
“Yeah, there damn well is! Did you say he was an earthbender? He’s got firebender’s paperson him, Sherlock.” Greg holds out a sheaf of papers, which Sherlock promptly snatches.
The consulting detective’s gaunt face goes blank as he flips through the papers. “Firebender … fascinating.”
He stands still and silent for a good five minutes. John doesn’t bother interrupting The Catatonic Sherlock Thinking State, but after three hundred long seconds, Greg can’t help himself. “You sure he’s an earthbender, then?”
Sherlock aims a disgusted look his way. “Obvious. Distinctive ridges of callus bunched up beneath the toes; squared fingertips from frequent and direct contact with stone. Metalbender, too – iron curls caught under the thumbnail. So the question becomes why he would pretend to be a firebender … and, more immediately, we have the question of how.”
He tucks the papers into the pocket of his coat and strides away, leaving John and Lestrade in a resigned sort of bewilderment.
“Where d’you think he’s off to, then?” Lestrade says, letting out a sigh. He taps his foot in clear irritation, and the resultant tremor through the stone pavement makes a nearby Satomobile tremble on its wheels.
John grimaces. “Dunno, but I’d better follow him. Thanks for the case, he’s been a right nightmare this entire week.”
“Any reason?”
The fic that has been torturing my soul is finally FINISHED and UPLOADED. Hope you enjoy it.
Genre: Psychological thriller, but shockingly, FFnet doesn’t have that as an option, so.
Rating: M for brief strong violence; trigger warnings listed at the top of the fic.
Summary: The one thing Sherlock doesn’t know about Jim Moriarty is the most important.
(…aaand because I like to pretend I can make graphics, I made this graphic for it. *prods*)
simply because I could call it Fifty Shades of Gay
hrrmmm
I follow A LOT of Harry Potter blogs here on tumblr and I just have to say one thing. WHAT GOES THROUGH YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU PUT TOGETHER HERMIONE AND DRACO? Draco hated the ground she walked on. He cared more about the dirt on the bottom of his shoe than he…
Jesus Christ. I’ve never been a Dramione shipper, but good LORD is this awful to read. If people want to ship, like, Hagrid and Trelawney, that’s their prerogative. Whatever gives you feels, man.
Maybe it’s because I’m a Tomione shipper, so I understand what it’s like to have a bunch of people give you (the internet equivalent of) strange looks and go, “Er, all right,” but dude … what’s your problem? Shipping is all in good fun, anyway. Dramione is no disrespect to the original canon. And I’m not going to say every pairing should be equally valid for every person, because that’s obviously not true. It’s just that the reason I stay away from some ships is because I don’t personally connect with the dynamic of the pairing. In other words, it’s a personal choice, not an end-all-be-all.
However, I DO think it should be universally acknowledged that absolutely brilliant works of fiction and art have come out of almost every possible pairing. I’m not generally a Jily shipper (Remus/Lily for me), but holy fuck, have you read The Life and Times? Absolutely appreciable. I don’t ship Dramione, but have you seen some of the gorgeous graphics for this ship?! They’re a dedicated and passionate group. Shut up and stop disrespecting the people who have put in hard work for a couple with whose relationship they identify. Thank you and adios.
(Source: bl0odbankk)
omg fanfiction.net. Just when I was considering turning traitor and going over to AO3 you do this image thing. WE CAN HAVE FIC COVERS? I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN. *hugs FFnet*
By the way… thank you so,so much to Steffi and Sofia for being absurdly talented graphic makers. Thanks to you, Tied For Last and Have a Nice Day! have BEAUTIFUL covers. ^_^ I hope it is okay that I used them. I LOVE YOU.
My absolute favorite author, Neil Gaiman, has written (and published) SHERLOCK HOLMES FANFICTION. :D It’s called A Study in Emerald and it’s included in his (fantastic) short story collection, Fragile Things. I tend to pick and choose when it comes to anthologies - I sort of skip around and don’t start at the beginning and sometimes what happens is I forget to read a couple of the stories. And somehow I forgot to read this one until today, although I’ve owned the anthology for 3 years, what the actual hell.
Point being: The story is brilliant on so many levels, like everything Neil Gaiman writes. I mean, come on, he’s the man who brought us American Gods, Neverwhere, Anansi Boys, Coraline, Stardust, et al, what did I expect? But still - I was absolutely blown away.
And - lucky you! - he’s put it online in a stylish lovely newspaper-print format for all to read.
ENJOY. You will. I promise.
and a thought struck me while I was mulling over the details. Because the details were intriguing - it was a Sherlock fic, and the backdrop for the romance consisted of a variety of crimes. The cases were outlined with a decent amount of depth, yet they didn’t play any significant part, really. It’s just the fact that they were well-planned and well-conceived that helped sell the romance.
And I just thought to myself how nice it was that fascinating events like conspiracies, mysteries, etc. - all sorts of unique intrigue - can quite comfortably take a back seat to human emotions, which are, after all, so commonplace. Everyone on Tumblr is always like my feels! my feelings! all the feelings! my OTP! and it just makes me appreciate the strength of the intangible, the invisible, the emotional. i love that and i think it’s quite remarkable.
that is all.
