p0cketw0tch

[p0cketw0tch]

[p0cketw0tch]

Cross stitch I made for a 6 years olds birthday based on this x perler bead art. It was *much* harder than the polo, since the shirt is so thin and stretchy, plus I went for 3 strands of floss instead of 2 for better coverage. Still, turned out well and survived the wash!

[p0cketw0tch]

Cross stitch I made for my husband for Christmas. Forgot I hadn't posted it here yet

[p0cketw0tch]

the unique and terrible fury when you want to be cozy in bed drifting gently to sleep, and then suddenly you're fucking HUNGRY

[p0cketw0tch]

My Rector has a Catholic Mass LEGO that has an Altar Book that doubles as a reliquary, complete with a LEGO saint’s LEGO bone.

[p0cketw0tch]

star trek voyager dress designs

[p0cketw0tch]

This was funnier in my head. 

[p0cketw0tch]

[p0cketw0tch]

Beach combing by Mia Incantalupo

[p0cketw0tch]

If I wasn’t a fucking loser with commitment issues like every hobbyist writer ever then I would write the most dramatic fucking no capes TimKon AU fanfic featuring a time loop, murder mystery, conspiracy, complicated family relationships, and the politics of high society. It’d be like 200k and last like half my career and disaster would strike me halfway through which I would cheerfully divulge through a peppy author’s note at the end of chapter 18

[p0cketw0tch]

headcanon that elias hosts the worst possible mandatory team building activities to get the opposite effect

[p0cketw0tch]

[p0cketw0tch]

Strike Me Down With A Feather

“If you choose to face Vader, you will do it alone,” Ben warned Luke. “I cannot intervene.”

Luke paused halfway through getting up.

“...what?” he asked. “Why not?”

Ben blinked at him.

“I’m dead, Luke,” he said.

“That wouldn’t stop you showing up to distract him,” Luke replied. “I imagine you’d be quite distracting – you’re still able to give me advice right now.”

He pointed. “And Master Yoda over there was going on and on about how ‘cannot’ is a word that shouldn’t exist.”

“A point, he has,” Yoda said, nodding.

“Oh, don’t you start,” Ben muttered. “What do you expect me to do, exactly, Luke? Use the Force?”

Luke looked back at him.

“...actually, is that possible?” Ben asked, curious. “I’ve never tried.”

R2-D2 rose slowly into the air, then dropped again, and Ben examined his semi-transparent hands.

“...hold on a minute, please,” he requested, and faded out.

Several thousand light years away, the pitch-black rock ceiling of Emperor Palpatine’s office creaked, then came free and mashed him absolutely flat.

“Well, well,” Ben said, fading back into view on Dagobah. “It appears that what I told Anakin was literally true, I have become more powerful than he could possibly imagine.”

“...what?” Luke asked. “Did you say Anakin?”

Ben looked put out.

“Whoops,” he said. “Oh well. Leia’s your sister. May as well get it all out there now.”

[p0cketw0tch]

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

[p0cketw0tch]