Again, too lazy to do a proper repost, so have the link to the AO3 version:

Doubt Looms Over The Mind (2124 words) by amalnahurriyeh
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Doctor Who References, Sherlock Is A Bit Not Good, Murder, Paranoia
Series: Part 6 of Truth May Vary (Post-Reichenbach series)
Summary:

He does not see things. But sometimes he remembers.

Getting close to the part where I actually have to start writing the long version...

Thing I just said in a fb chat with a friend who is deal with extended family drama:

it is REALLY FUCKING HARD to interact with people who are being heinous towards you with a clear rememberance that they have that of god within them.

because they are working VERY HARD to cover that shit up

Quakerism for people who swear a lot.

I am too lazy to repost this today. So, here, go find it on the AO3:

These Things They Go Away (738 words) by amalnahurriyeh
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson
Characters: John Watson, Mary Morstan, OMC
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, parenting, Not series 3 compliant
Series: Part 5 of Truth May Vary (Post-Reichenbach series)
Summary:

Here was someone who felt he had full right to take over his life, ordered him to do ridiculous things at all hours of the night, expected him to respond immediately when summoned, and couldn't be arsed to say thank you at the end of it half the time.

Title: The Birds All Left
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)
Summary: Molly says good-bye a little later than everyone else.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper friendship fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: just some sad.
Angst-level: sad but not crushingly
Timeline: Takes place somewhere between five and six years after the events of The Reichenbach Fall, in the Truth May Vary universe.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

You can also read it on the AO3.

A/N: Written for louisebrealey's birthday. I am kind of ashamed of this fact, but, well. No shame in fandom, and I think we can all agree Loo's a badass. Unbeta'd, because leighnahurriyeh fell asleep on the couch before I could hand her the computer. Let me know if you see typos, etc.

Returning to type: the title is from Your Bones, by Of Monsters and Men. I included a link in the text to give a visual reference for one of the objects mentioned in the fic.

( She kneels down and pulls the weeds, letting the soil fall back to the ground from around their roots. )

1. Fall in the driveway and bruise the shit outta your hand, two days before a Brief But Very Important Business Trip involving international travel.
2. Write moody poem about aging.
3. ????
4. Profit?



(For newcomers, pathological_needlepoint is my non-fanfic writing journal. Someday, it will be home to things other than my poems. Maybe. I hope.)

Today, when we went to Walmart to buy ink cartridges, Leigh discovered that The Hobbit was out on DVD. So we went to the movie rental store and borrowed it for the night. (Yes, we have a meatspace movie store we can drive to where they hand us physical DVDs. Also we rent movies from there. It really is the dark ages up here.)

Anyway, Leigh and I watched it tonight. We liveblogged it as we watched on our tumblrs. You can read all of my posts here and hers are here.

I don't think we said anything interesting. I displayed an unfortunate affection for Smaug's eyeball and the specter of fire-roasted kale, though.

It is possible to experience watching The Reichenbach Fall viscerally, and by viscerally I mean my actual stomach hurts. At least I didn't cry this time? Wait, I'm crying now, it's apparently a delayed fucking reaction.

Anyway, Leigh and I rewatched both serieses this week. If you don't follow me on tumblr, my random thoughts as we did so are:

here: ASIP & TBB
here: TGG
here and here: THoB
here: TRF

I didn't write any notes on Tumblr for ASiB because I was too busy being in love with Irene Adler.


...OK, seriously, I just changed my icon from my default to the one of Sherlock on the couch and now I'm crying again. Changing it to Molly...there, not crying, just thinking about how I need a better Molly icon.

I think I checked tumblr about every half an hour today, just to see people flapping their arms and making noises. Metaphorical noises.

(If you weren't aware of this, the cause was this twitter post. Don't go to the #grapes tag on tumblr if you don't want to be very confused.)

This feels suspiciously like the winter of 2007/2008. You know, when a certain (terriwonderful)* movie was being filmed. I liked that winter. I knocked up my wife that winter. I passed my first comprehensive exam that winter.

I became Amal that winter, actually. Though she took six months to park herself on teh intarwebs.

Anyway, it's a good feeling. Though I am, in fandom terms, something approaching middle-aged (if not an old lady). Probably my position right now is best expressed through this cartoon by my favorite fanartist, shockingblankets.

IN CONCLUSION, I have not had the emotional energy to play much at f_march_madness, but if you haven't already voted I would like to STRONGLY suggest you vote for the amazing and wonderful Molly Hooper, who suffered the key indignity of having her fucking name misspelled in the poll. Molly is great. You should vote for her. I'm sure whoever she's up against is nice, but Molly Hooper wears underwear with little skulls in bows and pink kitten sweaters and cuts up dead people for a living. She's like Dana Scully with no seriousness at all. She's loyal and smart and strong and she deserves all of our votes, because she's the best. The end.

* I type the first half of the word "terriwonderful." Leigh is leaning over my shoulder. "Terrible," she says. "No," I say, "look." She reads what I wrote. "Terrible," she says. "SHUT UP I LIKED IT," I say. "You're one of very few people," she says.

Fuck yeah.

If you don't have an LJ and will want to vote, get one now--they eliminate ones started during the competition.

Leigh and Isk are currently at work in the living room/dining room, creating a sorting system for all of his toys and placing all of the random objects throughout those rooms in those boxes after determining which category they belong to. So far, there has been an argument about whether there can be a helicopter box, whether 'castle blocks' go in the blocks box (and whether there needs to ne a subcategory for 'lincoln logs', and whether sponges in the shapes of animals count as 'figurines.' I anticipate about three more hours of this, with intermittant shouting.

2:30 on a Sunday is too early to start drinking, right?

[I, on the other hand, have already cleaned the whole kitchen...to my standards. I am 100% sure Leigh will walk in and tell me everything that's wrong with it, but my ability to care is, you know. Limited.]

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purimgifts is live! I got a nice little mytharc-y XF fic yesterday, all about Teena & the extended Spender/Mulder family dramaz. Today's fic hasn't gone live for me yet, so I'm just gonna keep refreshing my gifts page...