This unfeasible level of charm, beauty, and endearment is %$#@& exasperating.
dYING. I love how it looks like he checks to see if his interviewer was looking first.
(Source: sher10ck, via molestthecake)
Do not pause and think, do not question, but do, do, do go and read one of the most famous fics in the Sherlock fandom. For a delicious reason.
For Fucking Cake, by random_nexus
*result of the Cover Game
OMG, I know it was for the cover game, but OMG! *flailing*
Mark Gatiss @Markgatiss
Last day on block 2 of #Sherlock. It’s been a blast as ever! Episode 3 begins shooting later in the summer. http://twitpic.com/csk1lr
Good lord this is gorgeous and I do not care if it’s not Ben, it still inspired swearing six ways from Sunday.
I thought Alice Eve’s underwear scene in Star Trek was unnecessary. And a little sexist. But then I found myself drooling over the gifs of Benedict’s cut shower scene and outraged that they would dare cut it from the film. I feel like I’m being a hypocrite now.
My thoughts exactly
No conflict is necessary, if you ask me. Many folks aren’t outraged over her underwear scene, they’re upset because it had no purpose and, if you’re going to objectify, at least do so equally.
Truly, that’s what bothers me most. If we’re going to justify silly half-nudity of women do please let’s always include men, too. God damn it, all I ask is I get the same freaking sexual service as men. Why is that so hard for movie makers to understand?
A Certain French Writer wanted proof of the sweeties mentioned in Long Time Coming. Behold proof, as found in a sweets shop in northern England.
My favourite bit is the succulent hard willies? It says “traditional boiled sweets.” Traditional. As in time-honoured. Classic. Conventional.
Fic: LJ | FF | AO3
Because if you haven’t seen Livia Carica’s artwork—only some of which is above—you are in for a beautiful treat.
The incline of a dark head to show awareness.
“You have a photo of army-style boots on your phone.”
One chin dip to show agreement.
A one second shift of a cloud-eyed gaze from two test tubes to John then back again.
“They made you think of me.”
An acknowledging smile.
“I’d wear them if you wanted.”
Another incline of the head, this time toward the fridge.
John narrowed his eyes. He went to the fridge. He opened the fridge.
“The crisper. You told me there were putrid lungs in there.”
John opened the crisper. There was a shoe box in there.
“These had best be boots or there will be words.”
They were boots. A medium-brown pair. The right size. John put them on.
Then there were words. Plenty of words.
Wee Fic: Atlin Merrick; Shoe: Unknown
Fic: Long Time Coming
It’s the silences that are suspicious, always the silences. You think Sherlock would have learned by now that a tart retort is almost all he needs to put John off the scent, but no.
“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth, John?”
Read more: LJ | FF | AO3
An amazing bit of fan art for the new movie.
Maybe this needs to go in a story?
I think maybe it does…
Skull Art Exhibition in Chicago starts 31 May!
I first watched A Study in Pink on the iPlayer after reading an article in The Guardian. I didn’t know it was a modern version, but I watched because I love Martin Freeman. This moment however was the moment I thought “Wow. Who the fuck is that?” Benedict won me over by coffee, black with two sugars. I watched ASiP eight times before The Blind Banker aired the next week.
That was almost three years ago now and since then, this little programme has been with me through some of the most turbulent times of my life. I have met some amazing people through mutual love and I take great pride in being a small part of this crazy fandom.
I love you all. Even the mental ones.
And in that nearly-three years you’ve become one of the vital hearts of this fandom through your so beautiful artwork, Livia. We would be the poorer for the lack of you.
Thank goodness we never have to worry about that because here you are and hopefully here you’ll always be.
The Friday affirmations are gonna go three levels deep today. Me riffing on Moffat, FridaFrag riffing on me, me riffing back on FridaFrag.
Start roundhouse kicking your way to success today.
MOFFAT: Just write. The big break is easy if you’re good enough. I hear people saying, ‘I’m desperate to write – I’ve written this script.’ And I want to say: ‘Why haven’t you written 50 scripts?’
There it is. Do that. That. You want to be fandom famous? Famous famous? Successful as a writer? Write your guts out. Forget watching TV or surfing Tumblr for three hours. Write and you’ll succeed. But you have to write like you’re on fucking fire.
Agreed. You’ve really got to sit down and write. You want this? WORK FOR IT. Walk right up to that “writer’s block” (a procrastinative fiction, one I’m very good at entertaining) and roundhouse kick it in the face! It is no match for the will to write.
Writer’s don’t get anywhere by sitting and *thinking* about writing. They write, every day, because if they don’t there’s this permeating feeling of discontent that creeps into their lives and settles there. Write something: a sentence, a paragraph, 10 pages. It could be utter nonsense, it could be genius, but how are you going to know if you don’t fucking put some sort of words on a page?