this is the sweetest thing i've seen all week.

[falling_voices]

 

Seriously. though Sherlock's jaw is too strong, but hand-holdingggggg

Also, now that exam week is over, I have about a gazillion things/people/stories to catch up on. HELLO, INTERNET. HOW'VE YOU BEEN DOIN'.

Secondly, I've taken a look at Sherlock!fic, which I'd abandoned last weekend when the cramming and stressing over exams had become too much for proper writing, and I've no idea what I'm going to do with this. It's three thousand words long and not nearly finished, and I'm turning in circles around everybody's characterization. I do like what I've done so far, but I'm pretty sure it's either terrible or so OOC it burns. It's confusing. It's very confusing. /woe!

ETA: image is bigger than expected. Under the cut it goes.
ETA2: goodness, good omens too, are you serious? Aziraphale with — stubble? a moustache? is very slightly strange, and that flaming sword looks like it's been taken straight out of Star Wars, but still I don't think this can get any better.
ETA des ETAs: ahahah, oh yes it can. It really, really can. 

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[carpetflowers.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, here's my personal list, and no, I do not support any pairing in DW and no, this list does not reveal any preference of mine~

authors you must check out: saywheeeee ; melignomon ; spaciireth ;

1. All Rather Obligatory - Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Amy, Eleven and the inevitable sex pollen. Sequel.

2. many's the time i ran with you down - They land the TARDIS on the side of a highway in February—well, the closest thing they've got to February there, it's actually the month of Dlox, says the Doctor, but to be honest, Dlox is much Februarier than any February he's ever seen, and this is the Februariest place he's ever visited, all bare branches and old snow and puddles and that quietness that hangs over the trees in the morning air, the kind you feel you could just reach out a finger and—

3. objections - He doesn't like that she's not from Gallifrey.

4. words for another time - And, as she lies dying, he holds her hand, staring into her lost eyes. As she becomes cold, he whispers last words to her before the heart that he's loved so much stops beating. "I love you, Amelia Pond." She dies smiling.

5. love love me do - He watches them leave, and then collapses into one of the chairs by the time rotor. His eyes flutter shut. "Too much dancing," he murmurs to himself. "Don't dance so much next time…" They turn together and look at the Doctor expectantly, and he knows it's time for him to leap out of the chair, snatch up his clothes enthusiastically, disappear behind a closed door for a few minutes, and then dash out and pilot the TARDIS to Thelm with one hand while fastening his bowtie with the other.

6. incubus - Something terrible is trapped in the TARDIS with Amy, and the Doctor is powerless to stop it.

7. keep her lustrous eyes - He recounts stories he thought he'd forgotten, he recites fragments of terrible poetry and soliloquies from tasteless historical dramas, he slips into Gallifreyan without realizing it and when his mind goes blank, from the sick fear clawing at him or the exhaustion dizzying his neurons or the feeling of her hips pressed between his knees, he makes up sounds, meaningless syllables, la la la la la, anything to tempt her ears to hear, to tantalize her brain back to life.

8. Beyond Your Ken - “Why obviously? You’re not human. You’re alien,” Amy sing-songs, swinging her legs back and forth. “For all I know, you don’t have sex like humans at all. Maybe you just do it telepathically, or touch fingers and chant some gibberish.”

9. every new verse - River/Doctor and lots of weddings. For every hello, there's a thousand goodbyes.

10. Retrospective - River/Doctor, falling in love in reverse. It hurts that he doesn't know her. It takes River her whole life to come to terms with everything the Doctor knows about her.

[falling-voices.livejournal.com]

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Right, so: I love you quite a lot right now, and will be getting back to you once my brain returns from that blank space where it seems to like living atm and I can get to reading all this. ♥♥♥

[carpetflowers.livejournal.com]

On second thoughts, I really should have held this ransom for your reclist ...

Well. When I was wandering Eleven fandom as I am wont to do, I actually picked out writers that had a style reminiscent of yours. Not on purpose. I just liked them more. URGH YOU HAVE CONDITIONED ME, SARA.