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I saw Smithfield Infirmary today. Know what that is?
IT'S THE BUILDING SHERLOCK JUMPED OFF OF. I stood under where he leapt from, I imagined John running and being pushed down and shouting, and I started to cry. Big, shuddery, snivelling sobs.
It's also the building where Sherlock and John met. Remembering this made me cry even harder.
But I know where to find Moriarty, guys. I saw him today. In retrospect, I probably should have tackled him or shouted "I've got your number, bastard," but I was a little stunned.
The bitch is working as a security guard in London Waterloo station. He's grown a beard (fairly short, maybe a month of growth, or two of careful trimming), but it's definitely him. Send help. We'll take him on. Together, with the force of the fandom assembled, we shall BRING HIM DOWN.
I also had a very good brie sandwich at Speedy's. And gawd, the productions stills. Benny and Martin. Steven. Mark. Andrew. The bomb rubble, the wrap party for season one, SO MUCH OF IT. And there were surprisingly few fangirls. But there were still a couple, and we bonded.
I'm going to curl up and cry for Jawn now. Adieu.
IT'S THE BUILDING SHERLOCK JUMPED OFF OF. I stood under where he leapt from, I imagined John running and being pushed down and shouting, and I started to cry. Big, shuddery, snivelling sobs.
It's also the building where Sherlock and John met. Remembering this made me cry even harder.
But I know where to find Moriarty, guys. I saw him today. In retrospect, I probably should have tackled him or shouted "I've got your number, bastard," but I was a little stunned.
The bitch is working as a security guard in London Waterloo station. He's grown a beard (fairly short, maybe a month of growth, or two of careful trimming), but it's definitely him. Send help. We'll take him on. Together, with the force of the fandom assembled, we shall BRING HIM DOWN.
I also had a very good brie sandwich at Speedy's. And gawd, the productions stills. Benny and Martin. Steven. Mark. Andrew. The bomb rubble, the wrap party for season one, SO MUCH OF IT. And there were surprisingly few fangirls. But there were still a couple, and we bonded.
I'm going to curl up and cry for Jawn now. Adieu.
i checked deviantart and????
I dunno man this is kind of embarrassing.
Like, everyone has shitty faux ~*~*~*~deep~*~*~*~ phases
but this is just
bleh
Fifty Shades of holy crap this is a horrible book.
I bash 50SoG a lot. More than I should, some might say (I disagree with these people. but whatever). A main point they bring up is that I haven't actually *read* 50SoG. This is true. So, as it's late, I decided to see if I could make any progress through my .pdf file of the first one (as I have all three saved and bookmarked on my computer).
This is the worst thing I've read since I skimmed my sister's copy of Aphrodite the Diva, from the Goddess Girls series.
Ew. Ewity ew ew ew.
Everything about it screams "no" at the top of its lungs. Why would anyone think this was well-written?
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY ADJECTIVES? WE GOT THE POINT AFTER
I just remembered something.
There was this time when I was up really late on the guest computer but my brother was staying in the guest room so I had to leave really quickly when he came upstairs.
The thing I was working on was for Red Pants Monday, you see.
It was Sherlock, nude (with a ridiculously long black rectangle obscuring the naughty parts), on a platform, hand on one hip, his other raised with the Red Pants twirled around his finger.
It was the crackiest thing I had ever done and all night I prayed he wouldn't turn on the monitor and see it.
So the next morning I went upstairs and I turned on the monitor and I was like "oh god please don't let him see it".
I give everyone else hugs.
I give everyone else *dozens* of hugs. Tons. I hug and hug and hug some more.
But sometimes I just want someone to hug me.
And no one ever seems to.
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