valeria2067 replied to your post: holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit

*holds you* Soooo creepy!

*hugs*

Thank you

Yes. Creeeeepy. ;_;

My hands won’t stop shaking, even though I’m not like, consciously scared or anything. I’m also jumpy as fuck.

So I meant to write one drabble, but three came out. Have some Hamish, some angst, and eventually, some fluff. Cut for length, hit the Read More if you’re curious :)

After clamoring about in the kitchen, Sherlock stuck his head into the sitting room where John was helping Hamish with some homework.

“Have either of you seen the plate of kidney slices I left in the fridge?”

Hamish looked up, somewhat guiltily. “Sorry, father, I thought that was spoilt food, I threw it in the bin out back.”

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valeria2067 replied to your post: I keep telling myself the astonishingly low number of reviews I’ve gotten on the last chapter of Out of my Head is simply because it’s a Friday night and everyone is busy

I am so wracked with cramps that I can’t concentrate on a storyline right now, but I will go bookmark your fic! And you SHOULD rest. A day in bed sounds just right.

Thank you <3 I hope your cramps abate. I find a hot bath helps me when mine get really debilitating.

I think tomorrow I am gonna finish up my re-read of The Hobbit, and play some old-school Final Fantasy games on my DS. It’ll do me some good.

This tag is to get to know the person behind the blog better. As with any tagging game there are rules: Rule 1 - Post the rules. Rule 2 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones. Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to your post. Rule 4 - Let them know you’ve tagged them.

I was tagged by the awesome and fantastic http://stitchingatthecircuitboard.tumblr.com/!

1. Have you had a life-changing experience? A dream, a chance encounter, a string of words, a tornado, anything? Not really, but I’m hoping the impending brain surgery will be relatively life-changing for the better.

2. If you had to pick one story (book, fanfic, television show/episode, movie, poem, anything) as your favorite, what would it be? The novella Kitchen, by Banana Yoshimoto.

3. Are you good at keeping plants alive? When I can be arsed to, yes. However, plants are fairly low on my priority list, so I usually get distracted. XD

4. What’s something interesting/funny/profound you heard/read/saw recently?  http://cheetocat.com/ - a handsome, funny cat who looks like my Vinnie.

5. Do you have any cool hobbies? This is kind of a funny question - everyone thinks their hobbies are cool, even if they bore the shit out of everyone else!

No, seriously though, I do. I collect and wear traditional kimono, and I blog about it. I also lecture about them, dress others for fun or charity events, and am a moderator on the largest English-language kimono and geisha culture message board on the internet, Immortal Geisha.

6. If it was the last day of your life, what would you do? You know, I wish I had some deep, pithy response for this. Unfortunately, every day is potentially the last day of my life (I know this is the case for everyone, but some of us are more at risk than others) and yet here I sit on my fat arse, fucking around on the internet.

7. Coffee or tea? Tea, absolutely.

8. What do you care very, very passionately about? Kimono, and the preservation and history thereof. It pains me to see such a cultural tradition dying off, so whenever I see young people learning to appreciate and protect them, it warms my heart.

9. Can you draw? (If you can, my eternal admiration is yours.) I can doodle somewhat and used to sell portraits on Gaia Online, but it’s not very good, haha. I haven’t practiced in a long time.

10. Preferred strength/type of chocolate? I am a filthy uncultured heathen, and love milk chocolate XD

11. Do you have a life philosophy? (If yes, what is it?) Nothing particularly deep, just live my life as well as I can with what I’ve got, and be compassionate to others.

My eleven questions:

1. What is the first website you open when you sit down at your computer?

2. One thing you did in April that you are particularly proud of?

3. Name one book you absolutely hated that everyone else seems to love.

4. Make up a signature cocktail for yourself. If you don’t drink alcohol, make a virgin one.

5. What’s one thing you did that you’re absolutely mortified by, but you admit most other people probably don’t even remember?

6. Do you have a pop music guilty pleasure? Something you wouldn’t normally admit to liking?

7. Who would you say influences your artistic/creative style?

8. Best pet you ever had? If you never had any pets, just put a photo of an animal here :P

9. Do you still have any toys from when you were a baby? If so, what?

10. One piece of software you couldn’t live without?

11. Say something to your ten-year-old self.

I tag: consultingdepressive, youareprettybenedictcumberbatch, emmadelosnardos, chasingriversong, kltten, fullonmonet, valeria2067, bendingsignpost, gruenlich, suchanadorer, galaxia7

Fuck it, I couldn’t wait. I’ll publish it on FF.net and AO3 tomorrow, but I’m sharing it now. Inspired by this awesome post.

John can hear Hamish wailing all the way from upstairs as he fumbles to unlock the front door, both hands laden down with groceries. He gets the door open and shouts up the stairs.

“Sherlock, what’s wrong?”

Sherlock, carrying the screaming, squirming bundle, looks sheepish.

“What did you do? Why’s he crying?”

“Well, John… do you remember when he was a toddler, and he found his way into the Tesco’s bag, and you took a photograph?”

John glares, his patience waning as their son continues to bawl. Sherlock chews on his lip for a moment before continuing.

“Well, while you were out, I came across it, and I may have told Hamish that while most parents get babies from the hospital, we got him at the Tesco.”

John can’t help but giggle. “Alright, Sherlock, that’s actually quite cute. But why is he throwing such a fit?”

“Well, after I told him, he remembered you saying you were heading to Tesco’s, and he may have gotten the idea that you were out shopping for a replacement.”

“Oh, Hal.” John smiles, reaching out to his son, who climbs into his arms. “C’mere, I promise, I was just getting food. You’re more than enough for your father and myself!”

Then, as if to reassure him, John empties out the contents of every single bag.

valeria2067 replied to your post: I have the worst earache ever and I spent last night cheering up a friend and lost four followers for not being online and I have to pee but I’m comfy and I have my period.

Someone on FF.net asked for more Hamish fluff, and, well, who am I to refuse Hamish fluff?

“Damn!” The exclamation is punctuated by a chubby fist flinging a sippy cup onto the floor. John turns to look at Hamish, who’s smiling rather smugly.

“Excuse me, little man?”

Grinning, he hurls a small stuffed giraffe from his high chair. “Damn!”

John rubs his eyes, realising that Hamish is merely imitating his own bad habit of swearing whenever he drops anything. He’s been trying hard to curb it, but years of ingrained cursing are hard to break.

Gently, he lifts the wriggling, giggling toddler out of his chair and guides him into the sitting room. John settles onto the couch, his son leaning against him.

“Now Hal, I want you to listen to me. Sometimes Daddy says things, but he’s trying to stop, because they’re not nice. Can you promise me you won’t use that word around Father?”

Hamish looks very serious for a moment, his tongue running across his lower lip in an imitation of one of John’s other habits, before considering the question.

“Okay.” He smiles, and John ruffles his hair.

“That’s my boy.”

They sit in peace for a while, John watching the telly and Hamish playing intently with one of Sherlock’s good shoes, when abruptly he lobs the shoe across the sitting room. Looking directly at his dad with a huge grin, he proudly exclaims “Bollocks!”

As always, the rest are on AO3 and FF.net

valeria2067 replied to your post: valeria2067 replied to your post: I want to lie…

Yes! I saw the SMEG fridge, and I thought — no, no… I’m not reading that right. Smeg? Smeghead? God, that show. It must be a mark of insanity to like it, but I don’t care!

XD We have the entire series on dvd.

And I had to look SMEG up a while back - Jamie Oliver had a SMEG fridge in one of his really old series, and I wanted to know if it was an actual brand, or if he’d stuck on the letters as a joke or something.

They are an italian appliance manufacturer, Smalterie Metallurgiche Emiliane Guastall

http://www.smeguk.com/

valeria2067 replied to your post: I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose, drinking fresh mango juice! Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun!

Btw, I am assuming that this is in relation to my comments about Martin and Amanda’s SMEG fridge, right? You weren’t just like, randomly trolling inboxes with Red Dwarf theme song lyrics in the hopes that someone would reply? XD