#the midpoint would be in like

[itsnobodysproblem]

Every time there's a new sh&co story about to be announced I think "Come on. This is it. This is the episode they'll introduce Moriarty as a problem. Or the episode they'll introduce Mycroft, at least. This time surely. This time there'll be tangible progress towards the final problem."

And every time

It's not

[bogos-bint3d]

I just remembered a few years ago I used to have this idea for a pixar movie where basically there are these two teens who work at a pizzeria right and yknow do deliveries and shit. So this is a pixar movie so obviously they work at pizza planet right. And yknow how pixar movies have that thing where the pizza planet truck appears at some point in the background or something of every movie ok? So the idea is, pizza planet is a multidimensional pizza delivery chain and the movie focuses on these two teens hoping across dimensions and shit together to deliver pizzas

It used to be ALLL I thought about but i guess at some point I just forgot about it and literally just now I remembered them

Thoughts anyone?

[hyfinart]

the tags explain enough <3

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

bat

[manynarrators]

Do you like long fics? Slowburn? Polyamory? The most gut wrenching, funniest, and rewarding journey a fic can possibly take you on???

Then may I suggest everyone go and read @a-slight-sweet-fiction's Welcome to Night Vale fic Every Version Of You. It's 600,000 words, and still being updated! I've read the whole thing, and parts of it... two or three times based on when it had been updated up to that point. It is, legitimately, an absolutely phenomenal fic, I cannot stress it enough!

It's forced me to consider (in the best ways!) pacing and what exactly the limits of a relationship can be! (The whole fic has, thus far, taken place over the course of roughly three days!) It's probably my favourite wtnv fic I have ever read. I cannot recommend it enough.

[melting-morning-blues]

the editor in me desperately wants to create an fcbf music video/amv using the wide establishing shots from all seasons... essentially acting as an antithesis to the abundance of "character vs character" amvs because i want to find (scavenge) and appreciate any ounce of cinematic beauty within this silly, chaotic, action-heavy card-game show that like 6 people care about 🙂‍↕️

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain: You're wounded. You know that, right?

Violet: And you're a memory reader.

Dain: …

Violet: Oh, were we not stating obvious facts?

[uncanny-tranny]

I remade the crochet hook holder pattern, this time with a yellow cotton yarn. You can re-make things as many times as you want; never let yourself feel as though you only have one shot, an all-or-nothing opportunity to do something! Frankly, I like how this one turned out way better than my previous attempt, so I'll use it way more

[halowritesthings]

“Tout est nul, putain,” Remy said while stomping his way inside. He shook the snow off his body like a wet dog, specifically because he knew it would annoy Scott when he eventually came inside and saw the partially melted snow on the hardwood. “I hate de cold.”

He shucked off the winter cap and gloves he borrowed, but before he could bend over to unlace his boots, a southern drawl emitted from the doorway, “So Ah’ve heard.”

Looking up, he saw Rogue leaning on the frame of the entrance to the common area of the mansion, a blanket bundled in her arms. His mood suddenly perked up significantly, “Well, good ol’ North must‘ve finally caught me. Why else would such a stunnin’ ange be here t’greet moi?”

Rogue rolled her eyes as she got off the frame to stand up straight, “Quit bein’ a drama queen, Swamp Rat. Everyone has had to shovel the walkways at some point.”

Remy pouted, leaning down so he could get back to stripping off the boots, “You say dat, yet why is tonight de first time I seen Specs do his fair share, neh? Gettin’ down an’ dirty too much a hassle for Fearless?”

“Ya know that’s just because ya always hightail it out of the room before the drawing of straws can begin,” Rogue said. “Ah think he’s already maxed out his shoveling duties for the season, but he joined ya tonight anyway, specifically to make sure you would do yer job for once.”

When Remy got both boots off, he looked up at Rogue with zero guilt in his eyes. His pout might have gotten bigger, actually, “So mean to Remy.”

He was quick to slip on his moccasin slippers that he was forced to abandon just an hour prior. If he wasn’t feeling so stiff, he would honestly be willing to bend over even further to place a kiss on the tips of each of them. Plus, he already got called dramatic once in this conversation; even though it was true, he would like to keep the factual observations to a minimum tonight.

As he stood back to his full height, he was suddenly assaulted, darkness enshrouding his vision and his movement becoming restricted. He struggled for a second before remembering what he was just looking at and held himself still. He was swiftly rewarded when a pair of gentle hands messed with the covering at his face and adjusted it so he was snuggly wrapped everywhere that didn’t impede his line of sight. 

Once he was able to see again, he was met with Rogue looking at him with that same fond exasperation he loved to bring out in her. “Don’t chu’ worry,” Rogue began, finalizing the details of her current attempts to encase Remy where he stood. “Jubilee went and made us a bunch’a different kinds of hot coco, and knowing yer daily sugar intake, you’ll be reawakened in no time.”

With a lopsided smile, he grabbed one of her hands, using his blanket-covered fingers to wrap excess blanket around her knuckles before placing a kiss to the top of the hand while looking her in the eyes. She was of course wearing one of her nighttime pair of gloves that she wore when they hung out after hours, but recently he had been making sure to add extra layers between them whenever he could to ease whatever leftover anxiety plagued her mind, “Mon sauveur, what would dis scoundrel do wit’out chu?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rogue said with another roll of her eyes. “Love ya too, ya greaseball.”

woe 🫴 halo x-men fic be upon ye shout out to the 4 people who unanimously voted "yes" to the poll on my main asking about whether or not i should post this WIP snippet to tumblr lol. i have zero idea as to when i can get this completed due to a.) the dreaded blockage of writers as per usual and B.) the dreaded schoolwork which is in a constant revolving state of "maybe i won't have too much work this weekend" and "holy shit i'm falling behind so hard i'm gonna die-" this snippet is rather contained tho so it can work as a standalone pretty well. maybe i just need to embrace shorter ficlets as my main form of writing. certainly would be a nice break from the "can't make a oneshot less than 6k words" train i've been riding since day one LMAO anyway feel free to ignore my yapping; i hope you like my first foray into this fandom!

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar search reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[blujayonthewing]

it's weird to me that online content on foraging and camp/ bushcraft cooking never seem to overlap, at least not that I've ever found?? foraging recipes are always like 'wild mushroom risotto with chardonnay and arborio rice' and bushcraft cooking is always like 'first, unpack your ribeye you brought from home--' like what is going on here, surely 'guy who wants to camp out and cook over a fire' and 'guy who wants to eat some plants they found in the woods' cannot be completely separate venn diagram circles

[rhysintherain]

Vaea is exactly the sort of pain in the ass Fenris deserves to challenge his bullshit.

Between this and the way he immediately reverts to being a typical dog person around Autumn I don't think his attitude will come out of this one unscathed.

[schrodingers-dove]

having a crisis of confidence about whether the smut im writing is actually any good bc it does not feel like it's working rn

[redgoldblue]

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[dankovskaya]

Yesterday during class I was thinking like Damnnn I should've majored in legal studies because these classes I'm taking for the minor have been some of the most interesting and thought provoking and like. Useful feeling* that I have ever taken plus the sort of Legal Logic used in the cases we look at and the philosophies behind the opinions and dissents and all that shit is just "clicking" for me in a very engaging way but. Most of the people taking this class are majoring in legal studies or something adjacent (polisci global studies whatever) and as soon as I hear some of them talk outside of the case analysis discussions its like. actually nevermind I think you people would have gotten me expelled for physically attacking one of you

[invinciblerodent]

okay i know they're standing at varying distances from the camera, but this is still just... so funny to me

just.... small, medium, large

even actually standing on the same plane, Shadowheart's whole head is like maybe the size of the palm of Halsin's hand