I glanced at my followers and it was at 666. Went up before I could take a picture, but I’m amused.
Also? How are that many of you?
I just noticed I’ve posted 6 things on ao3 in the last two days. And I’m up to 125 works. Sheesh.
Also I feel like I should get a merit badge for writing over 1k a week on my phone with just my index finger. >.
Why does my phone constantly want to autocorrect Mycroft to two words? (my croft)
What is a croft? All I can think about is that mystrade photo set with Greg telling Sherlock “my….croft” and Sherlock’s like “what’s a croft?”
Hubby just made me mad by spending a chunk of our tax return.
So I ordered myself a Jack Harkness action figure.
I hate when your happy or proud of something and then someone you care about says something shitty about it and it kinda ruins your evening.
I love that the most popular thing I have ever posted on tumblr is a post of John Barrowman and doggies (and scott)
I had the weirdest damn dream this morning:
Mostly I was a drummer in a strip club. This is strange for several reasons:
a) I’ve never, ever been a drummer because
b) I have zero rhythm, like none, at all.
c)Matt Smith showed up at some point and started dancing in that weird drunken giraffe way and even in the dream my brain was like “yeah, no”
And I can’t even blame cold medicine. I didn’t take anything last night.
Working on my superwholock fic and making myself a bit crazy with too many characters. At least when the shit hits the fan they’ll be good on doctors (Owen, Martha, John). Dean needs to shut up and let Jack lead.
idk why finding out a character’s birthday is close to your own is so exciting
but it is
This is why Dean Winchester will always mean something extra to me. He’s two weeks older then me. Same year and everything.
I have a sudden random urge to write a parent lock where John has a previously unknown child. Maybe as a Christmas fic?