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Shamelessly stolen from fuyu_no_fuhei: Posting the names of all the files in my Sherlock WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (or a few, I don't care), and I will post a random line or two.

In no particular order of completion, importance, or capitalization:

• The Light Discontinued
• Our Hugest Home
• writer!john
• Derringer Sky; android!sherlock
• Somewhere From Mars
• there's propaganda for you
• the grand tour of europe
• the Heart!verse (cardiac surgery)
• John.txt
• angst-ridden pre-reichenbach epic
• dust off your converse (time to see the universe) (who!crossover)
• TONC!deleted scenes
• ETA, I forgot: TTSSish spy!au. 

... most of which are both non-descriptive and ridiculous. FML. Or my brain. Or my love for exclamation marks.

(Am now hunting down Downton Abbey season the second (which is apparently nowhere so far), fald;kalskal;sfa OH YOU BEAUTIFUL IDIOTS.)

Dear self,

Beginning a new fic means this: taking up pen&paper and/or putting fingers to the keyboard, and then actually writing it. It does not, however, mean spending two days doing nothing but:

• searching for inspiring screencaps/art
• making a shiny playlist to write the story to
• imagining nothing but the romantic/sex-related bits of the story, especially when said story is meant to be remarkably plot-driven.

No love (no seriously get down to business already you lazy sod),
Your Brain.

Also: The God Complex, though much belated. But this is Paperwork Week at university.

( it's your bad dream, that's all. )

Oh hey, guys, I'm abandoning nuitdenovembre, for now at least. There isn't any actual, logical reason — it just feels redundant and unnecessary, and I rarely ever log in there. Whatever fic there'll be in the future will be posted here again, etc.

Anyway. ToNC, coming your way.


( notes; links )

 Things That Really Sucked This Week: A List;

• THE HEAT.
• uni. ):
• work is put off 'till next Monday, which might actually be a good thing if it didn't mean that I get to spend this week running around for filing forms and more paperwork;
• worst. bus ride. ever.
• administration helllllll

Things That Were Awesome This Week: A List;

( cut for long(ish) )

IN WHICH THERE IS FIC, AND ALSO MUSIC, AND ALSO SEX. Quite a lot of it all, kthx, I shall now proceed onwards into Sherlock fandom because that's quite enough for now, okay.

I didn't think I'd ever get to write so many words of nothing but boys being stupid and fucking a lot but apparently I DID and now I need to get back to that dorky detective and his jumper-wearing john/best friend/colleague/boyfriend with their explosions and their snark, okay, that's enough fluff 'n snogging for a year. (Well, that's what I say now.)

(Funny thing is, I wrote this in pretty much the same way I wrote Sign A New Agreement With iTunes, all short paragraphs and parentheses (shutupshutup I like parentheses, alright), because apparently that's just how I write France/England human AUs forever, but. But the point is, okay, this — and this is all fireblazie's fault from now on till eternity — that this is basically Sign A New Agreement in reverse. Sign was about boys who were lovers in pretty much everything but the sex, and this is about boys who are lovers in pretty much nothing but the sex. And so much denial. And also long.)

jaywalking
francis/arthur, 20,000 words, nc-17, etcetcetc.

(Tonight: Doctor Who. I am one day late and SO FUCKING EXCITED for this shit.)

Finals: ACED. Fucking yes. Excuse my French. Also:

1. I have a new laptop! it's all… there, pretty and shiny and smiling at me from my desk. I shall attempt not to break it within the first week.

2. re: The King's Speech. It was excellent. Overall well-played, well-researched, very charming and emotional, though maybe somewhat too predictable. But it was extremely well-written, sometimes touching and sometimes hilarious, and, as such, it didn't matter so much if the pace was sometimes getting lengthy. In the end, though, it didn't have much of a movie feeling but rather more of being right there with them seeing it happen; not so much in the way of a documentary, because the general mood and colours play made it quite clear it was at least partly fictional, but it could have been an artistic documentary played by famous actors, which I suppose in a way it was. I was especially charmed by the play on textures and nuances, the clean lines, the outfits — it had something so very British, all the clubs and costumes and beautiful accents ♥

3. ( a brief scene at the local library, occurred yesterday afternoon )

4. I am writing! Gods. Yes. That feels good.

SO IT'S FUCKING FREEZING.

I am surviving on tangerines and Wonderfully Blue Mittens, which sounds like creative writing, and I'm going to have to get some winter boots — snow and heels, however square they may be, do not well combine. However:

Re: HP7a, JESUS CHRIST, THIS SHIT IS EFFIN' EPIC. Also, Rupert Grint rocks my socks, oh yes.

Re: Sherlock!AU, the beginning sequence hates my guts, damnit, and it's turning into a very strange character study of one John H. Watson, who is apparently an onion. Layered, I mean. And there's this utterly gorgeous Hetalia kinkmeme request of awesomeness that's calling plaintively out at me, which would be an appropriate distraction if writing it didn't involve a fuckton of history and therefore a fuckton of research. On the other hand Alternate Historylines are awesome. So.

Re: reclist, yes I know, I lied. There's more stuff to add every week, I can't help it, and Molly Hooper is wonderful. Hmm.

Re: DW Christmas Special, MICHAEL GAMBON, FUCK YEAH. And I need a TARDIS!sound ringtone like I need breathing, if only to have it setting off in the middle of an English class and see who freaks out.

Re: Picasso, oh my god are you serious.

No, seriously. Am I really starting up on school tomorrow? this is not on.

Belgium was awesome but exhausting, as I suppose it will always be, and up here the strikes are still pretty much the same, which means the Sorbonne might be again closed tomorrow. I've only class in the afternoon, thankfully enough — my schedule's pretty light this year, and I get to sleep in the mornings, which is greatly appreciated — but having to trudge all the way across from town to find my lessons cancelled wasn't fun two weeks ago, and it won't be fun in the future, either.

Which reminds me, how are France and French politics and the whole reform-and-strikes chaos that's happening here represented wherever you lot live? I gather from foreign newspapers (yeah, okay, English newspapers) that the whole thing's considered pretty ridiculous, which it most definitely is NOT over here. We get such a row of strikes about once or twice a year, but this time they're particularly virulent.

On a completely different topic — I'm thinking of putting up a Sherlock recslist, mostly for gems' benefit, and whoever else might be interested. Also, the plunnies are EATING ME ALIVE. I'm blaming a lot of people, katty008 most of all. My god, get out of my brain.

To finish this on a flourish, quick pimping: Charitable Getting, by Sam Starbuck, also known as copperbadge, is on its first day of publishing. Sam is one of my favourite multi-fandoms fanfic writer ever, and his first book, Nameless, is quite honestly one of my favourites — not the best-written I've ever read, nor, actually, the best, but it's quite close to my heart and I've been recommending it to most of my family and friends, with various results. I'm a terrible lurker and as such have never told him, but hey! if you've some money to spare and want to read a good book — or even just want to download the PDF version, which is for free — check it out. I loved it. You might too.

 
So there's online!Sara: writing plenty, ridiculously excited about a number of totally unrelated things, dabbling in lotsa new fandoms and generally pretty fucking happy, thanks.

And there's rl!Sara: horribly confused about uni paperwork, even more horribly confused about uni as a general theme, fighting through family matters of various sizes (ranking from Oh snap my great grand mother's heritage is making everyone miserable why is everyone such a dick to Yes dad, I'm writing fanfiction, jesus christ, it's been five years, let it go), oh, and my last pair of thighs just ripped. Right over the heel. 

It's not even a  case of HOMGFANDOMHASBECOMEMOREIMPORTANTTHANRL! because, uh. I'm not even online all that much. And my life out there just keeps gatecrashing me anyway.

The result feels like a weird mix between PMS and vodka. IDK. By this point? I'm just confused.

I saw Toy Story 3 twice in less than twenty-four hours.

I cried. Like a baby. Both times. (Seriously, what was up with that?)

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On a side note: Am leaving this afternoon for a month in a tiny little village in the middle of nowhere country France without the slightest Internet connection. It’s both good news and bad news — I’ll have all the time in the world to finish up my current ficcing, granted, and I do need it, considering the state of my minibang.  Posting them will be, eh, more complicated.

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Speaking of which, Sa’, the APH/Doctor Who crossover I’d asked you to read for me? Is here. Try not to freak out.

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♥, all!