Raise you hand if you ever fangirlied in the theater after seeing a preview for something you’ve been waiting for
*whispers* is it fiddle?
Nope - a prequel to the Hearts ‘Verse. It’s love story between Sherlock’s parents. Once I got going, I couldn’t stop and I had an absolutely fantastic time writing it.
(I will get back to Fiddle; I just don’t know when.)
When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors. The encounters were brief, but I’ve remembered them both with great admiration. Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. Along with very considerable talent, they had elegance, glamor, wit, kindness and decency.
I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes. And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.
His parents’ qualities are on rampant display. It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.
He must be stopped."
Watching my son in soccer. How can you tell when the coach is deliberately picking on your kid, or when it’s something else entirely?
I JUST FINISHED A WIP THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY FOLDER SINCE OCTOBER.
“he inhaled his scent. he smelled of (ingredient 1), (ingredient 2) and something undefinable, that was uniquely (name of buttsex partner)”
— every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god (via brood-of-froods)
Thing is, though, people really do have individual scents. You could drop me into a darkened room with my ex, whom I haven’t seen in years, and I would know he was there from his scent alone, because I have never met anyone else who smelled quite the same. And scent is wired straight into the most primitive bit of the brain — I wrote an entire fic about just that because it really is that primal and evocative. So yeah, maybe there’s a more creative way to phrase it, but don’t try to assert that smell has no role to play in sexual attraction, because it does, oh, it most certainly does.
No, but this. I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I do the thing that’s being talked about, and it IS a kind of funny trope when you think about it, but I spent a year apart from mr. acafanmom before we got married, and occasionally I’d take a smell of a bottle that had his cologne, because it smelled just like him, so, there’s that.
All the same, I think I just wrote that line about half an hour ago. And now whenever I read it, I’m doomed to start giggling. *goes to edit and try to find a more creative way to phrase it*