God Now Whenever I Think Abt Shipping Aziraphale And Crowley I Feel Subconscious About People Thinking

people who don't wear glasses who are writing characters who wear glasses;

they get fogged up when we drink hot beverages. they get smudged for no reason. we will push them up using anything in our area (i.e shoulder, whatever is in my hand, scrunching my nose up so they get pushed up, etc.). they get knocked off our faces all. the. fucking. time. when we change clothes we either take them off or they fall off when we pull our shirts off. we have to clean them after being in the rain. we own multiple pairs of them, not just one lone pair for our whole lives. most people don’t wear them in the pool, but some have extra old pairs for the pool (like me). some people take them off during sex, that’s fine! but some people keep them on. they don’t get squished into your face when you kiss (most of the time. at least from what i’ve experienced and i’ve got some mf big glasses). if we look down and look back up while you talk/to peek up at something, we will just peek blindly over the top of them. we clean them on whatever item of clothing is closest. some of us have prescription sunglasses and some of us wear contacts when we need to wear sunglasses. please keep some of these in mind when you write characters with glasses cause y'all who have 20/20 vision keep telling me all characters sleep in their glasses and own the same singular pair from age 6-25 and they never clean them.

Okay, seriously, the wisest thing I think William T Sherman ever said was that, "If nominated, I will not run; if elected I will not serve" quote, because who in their right mind would choose to be president of the United States?

Goodbye, my friend.

Storm blowing in. Love it when it looks like this.

Jack Sparrow is our inner bookworm

Exhibit A: When you finish a book and don’t know whether to hug it or throw it across the room. 

Exhibit B: When you spend the whole night reading a book

Exhibit C: When people ask if you can do anything other than fangirl and you say you can do this:

Exhibit D: When writers keep separating your OTP

Exhibit E: When the author is writing the next book in the series

Exhibit F: When you open the first page of the book you’ve been waiting for and you know it’s gonna kill you in the most pleasurable ways:

Exhibit G: When you see a bookstore and start “walking” toward it with your friends, family, etc running after you trying to catch you before yet again you’re lost to the land of fiction:

Exhibit H: When your favorite character dies:

And so on and on…

‘I never wanted that day to end.’

Perhaps I’m mistaken here, but every time I watch BBC Sherlock all the way through, I feel like the dynamic of Sherlock and John changes between TRF and TEH. Sherlock is still the brilliant detective and John is still the faithful blogger and friend; but it’s their individual reactions to St Barts and the subsequent two years that have changed how they react to one another. 

Sherlock’s still an insufferable prat most of the time, and he still misses social cues 99.9% of the time, but he’s softer around the edges. The way he interacts with Archie, his reactions to James Sholto locked in his hotel room, his MANY little moments with Mary, all reflect on a man who went through hell during his two years away and rather than becoming even more closed off and alienated than normal actually found it hard to be as much of an island as before. His circle of friends is small but he finds it impossible not to be somewhat gentler to them than before Moriarty’s scheme on the rooftop. Or rather, he had come to care for John and Greg and Mrs Hudson a great deal before the rooftop, but Moriarty forced him to actively prove it and once the lid was popped open it was impossible for it to be sealed completely again.

It’s rather like the Twelfth Doctor, who starts out as oblivious to social cues and more of an anti-hero than any Doctor before, a man who is harsh and unforgiving to those who anger him and has absolutely no recognition of friendship or even the desire to hug; who by the end of his tenure and with the help of his companions, whether it be Clara or Bill or Nardole or even Missy, has softened to the point where he even initiates a hug with Bill and Nardole and clearly has no desire to break it. Of course, Sherlock and the Twelfth Doctor are both written by Moffatt, so it’s not so much of a surprise that their dynamics are so similar.

John, on the other hand, grew sharper due to St Barts and the subsequent two years. His anger with Sherlock’s necessary deception is unrelenting and viscous, and it’s clear that even if he forgave Sherlock of it in TEH we can still see its latent existence all too clearly in TLD. He’s a man who fell to pieces once again in the wake of a life-changing tragedy and when he managed to glue himself back together some of the pieces were either missing or more brittle. He has less patience for Sherlock’s actions, he actively confronts Sherlock about the latter’s drug use during TAB, and I will not even get started in on the morgue scene during TLD. (That will be addressed later in another post eventually.) Where Sherlock’s learned response to the two years-hiatus is newfound understanding, John’s is anger, which all culminates in TLD and finds a somewhat solved dynamic in TFP. 

Favorite Alec keels over moment is in the church with Paul in “November Fog”, mainly because I still love your Alec and Paul dynamic and their conversations. That, and/or the moment when Alec finds out Daisy has a boyfriend and he passes out because of the shock because I find it honestly amusing..

A Game...

Okay, so this proves without a doubt one should not give me a laptop while I’m sick. But I’m using my feverish, addled brain as an excuse to finally go through with this little game that I’ve been joking about with several people… and also because I’ve reached 250 followers and people do stuff when that happens (I sometimes feel like I’m the tumblr socially awkward version of Alec Hardy when it comes to these things).

As some of you may know, I have an unhealthy propensity for having poor Alec Hardy pass out in all kinds of circumstances… now this is your opportunity to vote for your favorite “Alec Hardy Keels Over” scene in any of my fics (see I don’t have the kissing thing going on so I can’t do that). I know this is a slightly morbid game, but I have to admit I do wonder sometimes. And when I did this with a few people, I actually was surprised (and I realize I might not even remember all the times it happens - erm… *blushes with embarrassment*).

Anyway, is there a prize? Well, it’s not really a competition, but if you can come up with a scene that I sort of forgot about, I’ll take a prompt (and if not you can leave prompts as well). I’ll start you off with a three of my favorite ones and then you can either add or pick the same (you have two votes) (warning this may contain SPOILERS)

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