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[cumbercougars]

Rant about Johnlock XD

Oh you trouble maker you. What can I say about Johnlock. I can tell you it is not my top ship, however, I still enjoy it very much. There are so many great authors and artists in this ship, how can I not. I will admit to having issues with some of the fans in this ship, but not the ship itself. It used to be higher up my list, but I have lost the love for Martin Freeman I used to have. Some of my fave stories are by: Deklava, Sexxica, illwick plus some that have become orphan accounts on AO3

The concept of two such fascinating characters in love works for me. 

[ohaine]

22 Question Get-to-know me!

Answer 22 questions and tag people you want to know better.

Tagged by @cumbercougars​, (and I think @geekmama too though the link isn’t working) sorry the answers are so bleh.

Nicknames: Áine (pronounced Awn-yeah), and Mycroft Holmes (because I am the smart one ;)

Zodiac sign: Leo, I’m a cat.

Height: 5'3.5" (that half inch counts when you are a hobbit in a family of giants)

Last movie I saw: In the theatre: Fantastic Beasts 2 (loved it) At home: Deadpool 2 (also loving it, even though it’s crass and cheap, but then I can be crass and cheap, so...)

Last thing I googled: Ariel maps of the town I live in.

Favorite musicians: Favourite bands -- Elbow, The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac Led Zeppelin, AC/DC…; artists – Amy Winehouse, John Grant, David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, many,  many others…

Song stuck in my head: Do you want to build a snowman, please refer back to Deadpool 2, it just. won’t. leave.

Other blogs: Oh a fu*k ton of them, like 7, for different fandoms, different purposes.

Following: quite a few.

Followers: quite a few more.

Do I get asks: nope. Unloved. Unwanted LOL .

Lucky numbers: Nothing specific.

What I’m wearing: Walking gear, I’m just back from a walk at the beach.

Dream job: The one I have. I’m very lucky. Accountants and auditors tend to have very desk based jobs but mine isn’t, it’s varied and interesting.  

Dream trip: I did it a while ago when I got a wake up call that life was short. I went to Egypt and toured for a couple of weeks, starting in Cairo and then sailing down the Nile. Philae Island (below) was stunning. As was Abu Simbel. Giza was incredible. And then I fell down a pyramid shaft and tore muscles in my shoulder. Still, it was worth it. 

Favorite food: I love to cook, and I make a mean homemade pizza (black pudding, caramelised onions, pesto, goat’s cheese and spring onion), or for dessert peanut butter and caramel cheese cake. But if I’m eating out, anything from MacNean House (below): I’m taking  @likingthistoomuch there when she visits.

Instruments: I’ve been off and on with piano lessons, currently off. Bass guitar in my teens, I was in an all girl group called – wait for it – Pink Paisley. We were shit LOL

Languages: English, and a tiny bit of Irish and French.

Favorite songs:  Kindling by Elbow, Sweet Thing by Van Morrison, Mirrorball by Elbow, Go your own way by Fleetwood Mac, Desperado by The Eagles, Life on Mars by David Bowie, Born Slippy by Underworld,  Linger by The Cranberries, Love will tear us apart by Joy Division, I could go on and on and on…

Random fact: I’ve had flying lessons even though I’m afraid of flying.

Aesthetic: Business-Goth. 

Tagging: @juldooz @mistykins06 @chiefdoctor and @glitterkitty4ever

[rottenbrainstuff]

22 Question Get-to-know me!

Answer 22 questions and and tag 22 people you want to know better.

Tagged by @ben-psolo, thank you my dear. I could use a distraction lately.

Nicknames: None really, sorry to be boring!

Zodiac sign: Capricorn. boring disclaimer: I say Capricorn because that’s the sign that I feel most aligns with my personality, not because it’s the time I was born. My actual sun sign is Sagittarius. But the thing is I actually think the zodiac is interesting, but it becomes completely and utterly useless if the signs are assigned completely arbitrarily based on your birth month, because the fact of the matter is there really is *no* correlation. THAT BEING SAID: if you want to get salty with me for saying capricorn, how’s this: although my sun is in sagittarius, I have like four other planets all in Capricorn, so maybe it’s more accurate anyway to say Capricorn, so eat my ass!!

Height: 5'3"

Last movie I saw: Paterson (which was cute and good)

Last thing I googled: mystery shack floor plan

Favorite musicians: Hard to pick. I haven’t been listening to much music lately. The Tea Party are a criminally underrated canadian band (but only if you listen to albums no later than Triptych). I quite like Jack White. I quite like some of the stuff Hozier does. I quite like the Arctic Monkeys and Gorillaz and good stuff like that… I quite like anything that is a bit different and good.

Song stuck in my head: things from the horrible muzak that they play all day at work.

Other blogs: I have brand new blogs on pillowfort! I wish all you guys would migrate there cause I seriously hate tumblr so fucking much but I get lonely without some kind of vibrant social media. My accounts are rottenbrainstuff and imaginationillustration and I would love it if you followed me there!

Following: 237 (less than half of these are people who are still online though)

Followers: 690 (and I’m pretty sure the majority of those aren’t online anymore)

Do I get asks: Very very rarely: p much only if I’ve left snide comments on some right wing post. There was a brief time after Alien: Covenant came out when there was a very small but very enthusiastic ship fandom that was sending me a lot of asks… those were good times...

Lucky numbers: 3

What I’m wearing: jammmmies

Dream job: Bleh. So this isn’t very inspiring but honestly any job that pays me well so I can live comfortably and doesn’t stress me out and leaves me enough time to pursue the things that are actually important to me is my dream job. But I guess for real my dream job would be making enough money from my various artwork websites that that’s all I do full time, manage my websites and my marketing and just work on the art that *I* want to work on, and sell that directly to people.

Dream trip: a week in some bustling city somewhere far away with interesting history and lots of restaurants and cultural sites to visit, and a generous budget to eat where ever I want and get into cool museums, :D all by myself so I can wander around as I please. Basically, my trip to Los Angeles last year! Tokyo and Paris are on the top of that list.

Favorite food: Japanese. I love the flavours and visual presentation of traditional Japanese food. I also really like yoshoku, which is japanese cooking inspired by western dishes, and this is things like katsu, korokke, japanese curry, etc. I love it all.

Instruments: I play piano. I took lessons for a long time and at one point I was fairly good at it, but these days I don’t play very often. Fun fact: unlike some people who have some kind of innate music sense, I absolutely can’t play anything without having sheet music to read, so I wish people would stop asking me to do that! I can’t just sit down and noodle around and play things like some people can.

Languages: english, and the ability to read most simple written french but not understand it when it’s spoken, thank you very much useless canadian grade school french education..

Favorite songs: myeh I listen to music infrequently and my favourites change all the time. At the moment my favs off the top of my head are Arsonist’s Lullaby by Hozier, Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge, Do I Wanna Know, I dunno. stuff like that, anything that sounds good.

Random fact: there’s something wrong with my stomach and I’m pretty sure I have some kind of food allergy or intolerance or inflammatory thing going on, but I’ve been procrastinating going to the doctor about it cause food is a huge part of my self-care and stress management and I’m scared I’m going to have to drastically change my diet. YES I KNOW this isn’t good, I am well aware of this fact thank you.

Aesthetic: For clothes? I don’t really know what you would call it. Boring? Cute functional? I don’t have much of a fashion sense. I wear things that are comfy and cute and all-purpose. I have a lot of skinny jeans and long shirts and cardigans, and rather like Paterson’s wife, I buy things that are black and white. (and green) But when it comes to art (especially my own) I have a bit of a morbid streak and I really like art or writing that examines our mortality and the contrast and relationship between the sacred and the profane.

I....... I’m not going to tag 22 people ok? But I’ll tag some recent people in my feed... let’s see, @actualreylotrash @ghostrepeater @fibrochemist @honeygodiva @battysorciere @cumbercougars @glitterkitty4ever @strangelock221b @margasofr tumblr won’t let me tag you. Seriously why does tumblr do this sometimes? Anyway there’s a few people.

[writingwife-83]

Medieval AU part 2

I can’t say I have a definite title yet for this little fic, which has kind of snuck up on me lol. But part 1 is here in my reblog of this magnificent photo manipulation done by the op @cumbercougars. Many thanks for the inspiration and permission to use the manip when I post on AO3! Guys, please reblog that manip and show the op some love as well. Thanks and enjoy this second little UST fest!😘

“You called for me?” Sherlock asked as he stepped in.

Queen Molly’s heart leapt in the same way that it always did when he entered a room. It had stopped being a surprise, and now she eagerly anticipated the pleasantly familiar feeling.

“I am in need of your…expertise,” she explained, sweeping her robes to the side so she could cross the room.

“You possess an almost magical ability to read people,” Molly went on. “I know you were watching all of those visiting noblemen and royals and I wish to have your honest opinion on them.”

Sherlock regarded her with curiosity. “Are they not all here to seek your hand, your Majesty? Of what value is my opinion on such a subject? That, you will find, is not my expertise.”

Molly’s insides twisted a bit. She wished with all her heart that her choice in husband would be his exact area of expertise. His opinion on the matter held more weight to her than anyone else in the world.

She shrugged, fiddling with her braid that hung over her shoulder. “It is a weighty matter, one to be decided with great care. I simply wondered if you possessed any particular insights into some of these men. Anything that may give me reason to…dismiss them?”

Sherlock shifted on his feet, hesitating in a strange way, almost nervously.

“I…I find no great fault or danger in any of them,” he finally answered quietly, averting his gaze. “A bit of foolishness perhaps, but nothing more.”

Molly nodded, deciding to press further. “You mean to say that you consider them all worthy then?”

She watched him clench his jaw, pausing briefly before looking at her again.

“To be worthy of a Queen is no easy thing,” he murmured low. “But to be worthy of you…nearly impossible.”

Molly’s heart just about burst. She swallowed thickly before responding.

“But not impossible,” she whispered pointedly.

His lips formed an almost imperceptible smile for a moment before he trained his expression once again and spoke seriously.

“I have the utmost trust that you, my Queen, will make such a decision wisely. You needn’t seek my opinion on the matter in order to find happiness in a match.” With that, he bowed his head and turned to go.

“Sherlock!” Molly called impetuously, making him stop.

“Your Majesty? Was there something else?”

Molly pressed a hand to her middle, the very air she breathed feeling too heavy and painful…restrictive. But she slowly exhaled and reminded herself to think logically.

“No, Sherlock,” she finally answered softly. “Only…thank you, and do sleep well.”

For the briefest of moments, she thought that in his eyes she could detect a hint of disappointment. But of course, it faded all too quickly.

“Sleep well, my Queen,” he replied briskly, and with another slight bow of his head, he was gone.

The young Queen collapsed heavily on her bed the moment she was alone, clasping a hand over her mouth and trying to slow her respiration and calm her heart.

His voice, his eyes connected to hers, the occasional protective touch of his strong hand, and just his very presence…it was all driving her nearly mad. And what frightened her the most was that she was so alone in this glorious madness, and he was so unwavering in his cool indifference. How could she bear to promise herself to another?

She knew very well that she’d already been claimed, and with no hope of release.