THE HOLY MOLY TARDIS.

Title: Perfection.
Rating: PG-ish
Characters: Erik, Charles, Raven
Warnings: Brief mention of past torture; bad dreams.
Summary: If people reach perfection they vanish, you know. -T. H. White
Author's Note: Obligatory will-they-won't-they mansion fic. I did not even attempt mutant politics.


Erik has been trying to read for the last forty-five minutes, in defiance of the periodic screaming coming from the roof.


Perfection.

Pandorica. Ten/Rose, PG-ish and mildly AU. This is a strange and rambling story about memories and other inescapable things. It was written for Challenge 73 at then_theres_us.


She wonders who came up with that, not sleeping. If they used to sleep before, and someone decided that it was too much time to waste.


Pandorica.

If I could only wrangle this journal style into submission. ♥

ok you guys,
i have been drinking.

ASIDE FROM THIS: i am also now apparently pitching for my work softball league. this is a stressful responsibility and if anyone has been a softball pitcher before (slow pitch), please bestow your wisdom on me so that i might prosper and beat the other guy. a good sound beating. advice welcome. youtube videos of skillful pitching welcome. youtube videos generally welcome.


I AM AFRAID OF HITTING SOMEONE IN THE TUMMY
LIKE WITH A SOFTBALL
it's a bit scary. but i'm going to work hard. for victory. i spelled victory with an "s" the first four times i typed that, goodnight.

<3 <3 <3


p.s. VIDEOS

Okay, Kamenashi, so you played the drums in your last tour...




...and that was pretty entertaining. But you're going to have to step up your game in the future. Because this guy-




-is rapidly becoming my favorite person on the planet. Work for it, Kamenashi. Work for it.

Those of you in Japan right now, or those of you who have families and loved ones there (and in other affected areas), you're in my thoughts. I hope you're well and safe and that you stay that way. For the rest of us, I'd encourage anyone to make a donation through the Red Cross or another disaster relief agency; our friends are going to need our help.

One in five American women have gone to Planned Parenthood. (Me included.) They've gone because they needed to go- because they needed to know if they were pregnant, if they were HIV-positive, if they were at risk for cancer, if they were sick or healthy. They go partly because there are few independent women's health care providers, fewer every year (funny how that happens when people start shooting them). And they go partly because PP has a commitment to making that care affordable, even in the poorest communities. Right now I don't care where you stand on abortion. I care where you stand on people's lives, on their most basic health needs, on the right of every woman to understand her body and to protect that body.

If you feel the same way I do, click that link. Make your voice heard. Make a donation. Get involved. You will be helping someone. Who knows, you may be helping yourself.

http://www.plannedparenthood.org

http://www.plannedparenthoodaction.org

http://www.raiseyourhand.org

♥

Harry Watson Investigates. G, totally G, totally ridiculous. This is, in its own weird way, a sequel to The dangerous book for boys. An AU set in the Sherlock universe, featuring Harry Watson, age eleven; with cameos from our favorite boy detectives. I barely remember being eleven, but I do remember liking rabbits an awful lot.


John keeps his hands in his pockets, except at streetcorners, where he still sometimes tries to get Harry to hang onto his sleeve as they cross. It's embarrassing. She walks ahead of him a little bit, to discourage that kind of thing.


( Harry Watson Investigates. )

So much traveling. And it was all lovely. But now I am home, and home is even lovelier.



So awesome, omg. But really, to be a big overserious bringdown, I feel like the choices we make, even when they're stupid or impulsive, can lead us to wonderful places. The moments that have already passed are sealed shut; the best thing we can do is learn from them and learn to live with them, and be kind and generous and forgiving with ourselves. I have made many mistakes. So have all my friends. But I love my friends, and all the right and wrong turns we took in life still led us to each other. So Happy New Year to all of you, whom I love and miss and think of often. I wish you good health and happiness to last a lifetime.

"Non! Rien de rien...non!
Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal!"
-Ludacris



Okay yes that last bit is a joke

Strangely enough, this was inspired by salr323's post for fic writers on UK Christmas traditions. (There was an offhand mention of a foxhunt, and then I googled foxhunting, and ended up with this. Sometimes, I just really have no idea.) It's an imagining of young Sherlock, in the style of a slightly cartoonish children's book illustration. I suppose I should rate this PG, for a small dead animal. You've been warned.




( Sherlock, in the woods. )