I didn’t know you wrote fics?!! This is wonderful!!!
I do indeed! There’s a link to my ao3 hidden on my sidebar, but otherwise you could just do a search - I use the same name there. And thanks :D
AHAHAHAHAHA! I ALREADY DID IT!!!! *victory dance*
Curses! Foiled again!
I didn’t forget about these, either. What I did forget is that I was going to be out of town/driving for the entire weekend right after I asked for ficlet prompts. So, they’re coming slowly while I procrastinate on my writing sample. Ficlet prompts ARE still being accepted because why not.
In retrospect, it really shouldn’t have surprised him to come home and find Sherlock on the sofa with three different ice packs on his face. At least Hamish seemed fine, idly doing his maths homework at the cluttered kitchen table and fighting back laughter at John’s expression.
"Do I even want to know? It was career day, Sherlock, how did you mess up career day this badly?”
"I couldn’t help it, John. I can’t just turn it off like a faucet."
"No, when Hamish asked you to come because he thought ‘consulting detective’ was cooler than ‘blogger’" (John ignored the affirmative-sounding mumble from the couch) "you promised you would behave."
"I believe the phrase I used was ‘I won’t deduce any of the other parents or children without due cause.’ I had due cause."
"That’s…Sherlock, how did….no. Hamish, what happened?" The boy looked up from his multiplication tables with a very Sherlockian smirk.
"He told the whole class that Mrs. Peterwood was having an affair with Mr. Summers AND Mrs. Ames."
"For God’s sake, Sherlock."
"And then," Hamish continued, barely suppressing his obvious glee, "he informed everyone that Mr. Trevor wasn’t actually an Air Force fighter pilot, he’s just a janitor."
And John should have given Sherlock such a reaming out. He should have informed the idiot that deducing their son’s classmates’ parents was not on in any circumstances. He should have told Sherlock he bloody deserved what looked like two black eyes and a potentially broken nose.
But in the end, he just couldn’t do it.
"I can’t help noticing that these parents happened to share last names with the group of children that have been making fun of Hamish on the playground for the past few weeks."
"Utterly coincidental, I assure you," Sherlock informed him with a smug, almost predatory grin.
"Was all of it true, at least?"
"Of course. I wouldn’t cause our son’s tormentors lasting embarrassment with lies. Takes the fun out of it."
"Right then. Angelo’s?"
I’m going to spread them out a bit so you don’t just get a deluge of info about me, yeah?
Alright, first one -
I was tagged by the wonderful fffinnagain, so you’re going to learn things about me! Wooooo!.
Rules: Just insert your answers to the questions below & tag at least 10 followers
First official day of teaching completed :) Students seem pretty good, though I’m a little concerned at the amount of “cool” guys in section six. We shall see. This is the first time I’m teaching the same course multiple times, which is weird and has an unsettling amount of deja vu.
Anyways, now I’ve got to clean my apartment before my sister spends the night. Y’all should send me fic prompts and I might give you a ficlet in return.
Hey, do you know what I hate? More than anything else in the world?
WHEN A SCHOLARLY TEXT DOESN’T HAVE AN INDEX. I DON’T HAVE TIME TO READ ALL 417 PAGES TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER ANY OF THEM ACTUALLY PERTAIN TO MY RESEARCH AND YOUR QUIRKY CHAPTER TITLES TELL ME NOTHING ABOUT THE SUBJECT MATTER.
I just got an email from school with the subject line “TOMORROW IS MONDAY” and I feel like I’ve accidentally stumbled into Night Vale.
GRE went well! Unofficial scores put my quantitative in the 86th percentile and verbal in 96th! Have to wait for the writing scores but I’m pleased :)
Took a practice test last night and I was pleased with the score, so hopefully I can replicate it when the score actually counts. We shall see….
Accidental Sherlock Bach meta just happened in the middle of my writing sample. Whoops. I guess that’s what happens when you try to write without any sleep.
Some people have dreams where they meet their celebrity crush at a party or spending the night with them or what have you.
I, on the other hand, just had a dream last night where I met Benedict Cumberbatch on the street, he took me in a limo to a library, and then we went back to my apartment so could I set him to work proofreading my phd writing sample.
I don’t know what this says about me.
I’m pretty sure TIFF scheduled their programing like they did simply to annoy me. I was really hoping to see Imitation Game, but they’ve but the only two showings on the only two days I can’t get out of class!
*sigh* I’ll probably still go for a weekend, because it’s TIFF and I should and I’ll combine it with a trip to the Toronto Public Library to see their Conan Doyle collection but I’m still bummed out.
Holmesian Friends, I need your assistance.
Those of you who have seen Sherlock Hound - does Hound ever play the violin? I’m curious even if it’s only occasional or mentioned in passing.
I’ve been having a seriously shitty few days but I just got spam in my university email account addressing me as “professor” and it’s just a publishing company trying to get people to use their books for class but it still brightens my night a bit.
So instead of going to the party I don’t know anything about, I’m eating my tabbouleh and watching Mikeneko Holmes no Suiri and THERE IS A PERSON FORCING PEOPLE TO COMMIT SUICIDE
Now doesn’t that sound familiar…
False alarm. It was actually just murder made to look like suicide.
In other news, Holmes is now referred to with female pronouns in both cat and human forms, which I guess makes this one of the few “adaptations” in which Holmes is genderbent and Watson is not.