gr8writingtips:

write it now so you can come back to it later! much later. so that years from now, you will come across that novel you wrote once at the bottom of the one drawer in your desk that you can’t remember the last time you opened. you blow away the dust, turn the first page, and are transported back to a simpler time when you thought that opening a novel with a description of the weather was the perfect opening, and you chuckle to yourself at the mistakes and the plot holes and the dialogue that doesn’t sound quite right in context, but you can hear the voice of your younger self in it so clearly it’s like you’re staring down at yourself, writing that novel and laughing with friends. you get in your car, the draft set down on the passenger seat, and drive to where you set the novel, the beach town you went on holiday to as a child. you step towards the cliff edge, and throw the pages over, and you watch as they float down like helicopter seeds, until they fade into the darkness. you drive home with a smile on your face, reach your front door, take a step inside, and spend the rest of the night watching youtube vine compilations until you fall asleep

Yes.

I like to think that the British government gets a kick out of the fact that mi6 is fake, but mi7…….

systemshocker:

i’m dating an astrophysicist

lifeonthesideoftheangels:

sherlock-nanowrimo:

silentauroriamthereal:

sherlock-nanowrimo:

“Fifty-seven of those texts that I’ve heard.”

“Thrilling that you’ve been counting.”

That’s Sherlock-speak for, “Clearly you haven’t been paying attention to the relevant parts – like the fact that I haven’t been answering the bloody texts.”

This 👆

The funny thing is that John does ask a minute later, “Do you ever reply?”  he finally asks the right question.  Except by that point Sherlock is focused on the fact that a woman may be dead and quite literally shuts John out of his bedroom.  Maybe shouldn’t have brought his girlfriend to the party, eh?

Jeanette just sat there like a lump the whole time. Didn’t talk to anyone.  Not even John. I kinda feel like he just brought her to piss off Sherlock because of Irene.

This whole episode reeks of UST.  It’s interesting how much I pick up when I’m taking notes.

sherlock-nanowrimo:

“Please don’t feel obliged to tell me that was remarkable or amazing. John’s expressed that thought in every possible variant available to the English language.”

Sherlock pays attention to all the ways in which John praises him and he’s not interested in whatever Irene might have to say.