what if john and sherlock first kiss is exactly like the ‘punch me in the face scene’ but sherlock needs someone to think theyre gay so hes like ‘kiss me’ and johns like ‘wtf no’ and sherlocks like ugh *kisses him* and then just kisses him back with so much force like

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do you know what i want? i really want an artist/author collaboration where the story is written with the art in mind from the very beginning, and the art is included in the final product and you end up with this awesome multimedia fanwork, sort of like a big bang 2.0, you…




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consultingsmartarse said: Because I am undyingly curious about all things pattern (especially the writing parts): 2, 3, 7, 12, 19, 24, 27, 28, 29

2 Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Vampire!lock, probably (I’ve had idle thoughts along those lines)

Greaser!lock (I have plans to do so one day soon)

3 Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?


7 Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.


Twenty minutes of darkness, and then a weak cough.

John’s throat is raw like sobbing, like screaming, like the first breath after hands have tightened and squeezed. Didn’t quite get the filter sealed in time.

Eyelids flicker and open, and he knows without looking that the whites of his eyes are now reds, blushed by a chemical caress. In his mind’s eye, his nostrils glow with each inhalation, like the end of a cigarette. Each breath is an adventure in pain, in risk-and-reward analysis.

His chest aches, and his back and shoulder are filing strongly-worded complaints about the position they’ve been forced to endure. Cramped, on his back, half under the burnt building, half under the shell of a jeep burnt weeks ago by Molotov means, his legs tangled in debris, his head and vulnerable orifices under the jumble of his arms.

God, he barely made it.

The worst of it had rained down on his well-covered midsection, and the doctor in him knows there will be a rash. But his feet, in their boots and under the jeep, and infinitely necessary for carrying his weight (and hopefully another’s) have been spared the gray, moist dust that slanted down twenty minutes ago.

His head – eyes, nose, mouth, throat, ears – all so soft and open and membranous – ended up under the building, under his flack jacket, under his arms, mostly covered by the partially sealed chem-mask. If some habits – like running towards danger – die hard, it seems some reflexes die even harder.

Like hearing a distant pop and puh!, and suddenly legs are propelling him across the grassy lot to dive headfirst into cover, without understanding why.

No need to understand why. React. Survive.

No need to understand, and doesn’t it feel amazing.


I’m proud of this passage for a number of reasons. I like the urgency and claustrophobia of it, I like the barest taste of stream-of-consciousness, I like the sounds I hear and the sting I feel when I read it. I love how vibrant it is, how unapologetically alive John is, surviving, thriving on the edge…

But the thing that makes this passage sing to me is that it was the first thing I’d written in five years that wasn’t for a grade/to fulfill an obligation/outside approval. I woke up one night, stumbled into the bathroom, and hammered out this and another scene sitting on the toilet, a borrowed laptop slowly grilling my thighs.

(For the curious: this excerpt is from the unpublished quasi-novel post s2 post-return fic I started, just about finished, and then got stuck on…and decided to have a bit of fun in a tiny side-universe to break through the block. That tiny side universe? Maintenance and Repair.)

12 Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

A Study in Pink: I love a reworked intro episode AU.


The Sign of Three: The emotions and nuances at play here are ink in water: a thousand different shapes, a thousand different shades, containing possibility in the extreme. What a rich and bounteous hunting ground for inspiration…

19 Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Yes: It’s me. I think and dream and want things, and I write a fair amount of them down. I don’t particularly dislike the idea of ‘a muse’ but I do particularly like the idea of owning up to the fact that the words I write are, in fact, thought up and written down by me.

I think it’s important to diminish the distance writers (especially young writers) put between themselves and their writing. Wrote something you don’t/no longer like? Learn from it, learn to forgive yourself, and move on.

Wrote something you love? Own that success, own that pride, because that right there is the first and most important reason to do this. If you don’t derive joy and fulfillment from it, if you’re only doing this so that others will like it and lift it up, then you are placing a large chunk of your happiness’s foundation in strangers’ hands…

24 Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?


27 How do you feel about collaborations?

I find them fascinating to watch/read, but I find them daunting to undertake myself.

I would be quite picky about who I would collaborate with, given the opportunity…

28 Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Well shit, that’s not nearly enough.

'Cause archiaart and @traumachu are brilliant, and so is @fizzygins (the first author I read in the fandom, thank you for the excellent rec shayvaalski)

But then so is bittergreens and @a-causidicus and silentauroriamthereal, and Chryse…. I just gawp at their skill.

prettyarbitrary and @abundantlyqueer have changed the way I think - about reading, about writing, about myself.

The entire gang over at AD inspire me daily, entertain me daily, get me through the daily.

(Is it favouritism to mention people I adore in real life? Is it too soon to mention shayvaalski for their excellently unsettling parent!lock [the only parent!lock I seek out]? Is it too early in the list to mention consultingsmartarse for her wonderfully creative AUs and meticulous scientist’s touch? And then, of course, there’s tiltedsyllogism, who has such a skilled and subtle hand at detail and era-creation that I feel like an anachronism in my own flat while I read her work…)

I can’t even list everyone, so yeah, chances are if you’re a fic writer in the sherlock bbc fandom, your words have touched me somehow, and left behind the evidence of their passing.

Because the thing is, see, there are so many flavours of ‘favourite’ to be found in the writers I know (and admire from afar)…

I refuse to list just three.

29 If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I….don’t think I would do that. I prefer remixes - or swapping POVs, but I’m not so sure about full on sequels/prequels….

I mean, I’d be open to hearing suggestions about what others might think I’d like to sequel/prequel, but…nah?

I mean, I have so much on my plate, I can’t even begin to conceive of borrowing trouble - I mean, ahem, you know. That.


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I just don’t understand where this concept of ‘fake geek girls’ came from. Like, AT ALL.

Cus when I look for fandom related stuff like 90% of the fan art and the fanfiction and the meta, zines, comics, etc. Like 90% of the shit that I’ve seen is created by…


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  1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.
  2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
  3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
  4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
  5. Share one…


Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten

So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.


Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.

They pull us from classrooms
And hallways
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.


Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.

Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.

Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.


Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.

Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.


Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.


Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
And watching
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.


Because our NO won’t be enough one day.


Because I wasn’t asking for it.


Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse


Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.


Because enough blood has been spilled.


Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be.


W. R.

This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X

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This is too intense

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Title: Mise en Place
Author: azriona
Reader: consulting_smartass
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Genre/Tags: Restaurant AU, Cooking, Sherlock is Gordon Ramsey
Length: 18:46:07

Summary: John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes.

Pre/Post Music: Le Festin (cover by TheMaskedMockingbird) - Camile

This story.

This reading of it.




Let’s be honest everyone would rather watch a Black Widow movie than antman

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I don’t think I’m ever gonna get to 30,000 followers, so this is a ‘nearly’ giveaway (you never know maybe by the time it’s over I’ll get there).


1-The official BBC Sherlock soft touch note book and three Sherlock quote pencils.

2-The complete Granada Sherlock Holmes with the awesome Jeremy Brett.

3-The official BBC ‘Higher Functioning Sociopath’ mug.

4-Robert Downey Junior and Jude Law’s Sherlock Holmes DVDs.

5-The Holmes Sutra book. Not what you’re thinking. The Holmes Sutra is presented (by a crazed fan) as: (a) a compilation of one hundred and sixty mantras (aphorisms/slogans/sayings - call them what you will) - some original, some canonical, some based on various print/media adaptations - aimed to make Sherlock Holmes (and his fans) smile, and (b) a test of the readers’ Holmes Mania Quotient (HMQ)- based on the resulting HMQ score, the particular condition/stage of Holmes Mania would be determined, with possibilities of a cure.’

6-The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes DVD.

7-My edits as nine magnets and 2 prints of fan art (not mine).

All DVDs are region 2 and used (I’m not that rich).


There will be three winners. Winners will be chosen by random number generator.

Winner one can pick 3 numbers, winner two and three can pick 2 numbers.

You must be following me and have an open ask. NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS I will check.

Winners will be notified when the giveaway ends on 21st Oct. If you don’t reply in 48 hours another winner will be picked.

I will ship internationally but I won’t pay insurance or customs fees.

Reblogs and likes count.


This birb is a better parent than I will ever (aspire) to be…

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1) You are allowed to take up space. You are a human.

2) You are allowed to have a voice.

3) You are allowed to leave whenever you feel unsafe or uncomfortable.

4) You deserve more than someone who doesn’t know how to respect you.

5) You are allowed to put your own needs first.

6) You are allowed to love yourself.


— 6:11 p.m. (Six reminders for bad times)

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