vulgarweed: (tree_by_aurora_starwing)
For [livejournal.com profile] corpsereviver2, inspired by the wondrous holiday card she sent me.


Title: "Deck the Hearse and Kiss the Driver (Or Maybe Vice Versa)"
Fandom: Sherlock (Bone-Fiddle-verse, Appalachian AU)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG, tops.
Words: 221
Warnings: none
Summary: John surprises Sherlock for a change.

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Happy Holidays, y'all!
vulgarweed: (bunnyarrow_by_semyaza)
For the English majors in da howze!

Ulysses Holmes

A Ulysses/Sherlock fusion. Yes. (yes you will yes)
vulgarweed: (rock)
Good riddance, 2011 - you weren't as bad as you could have been, but you could have been a hell of a lot better.

I wish everyone reading this a happy, healthy, and prosperous year, full of love and good fortune and creative inspiration. When the Chinese New Year comes around it'll be Year of the Dragon, and that is a year when one should, as my city's master planner/architect said, "Make no small plans." Dream big.




Does anyone know whether the Yuletide reveal is at midnight or in the morning?
vulgarweed: (snowbeak_by_aurora_starwing)
The longest night of the year, and the days will start growing again. Let's enjoy.

But here is something I've observed: When you live in a big city, ambient lighting is a factor to consider. I came back from the grocery store just now and was dazzled by how bright it was: city lights bounce off the clouds in the sky, bounce off again against the snow cover on the streets and the sidewalks, and again off the big snowflakes pouring down and the snow in the trees.

The light on my block is uncanny, orangy, full of a deep muffled silence...and so weirdly bright. I've been out after dark here on the Summer Solstice, and I guarantee it's not bright enough to read by in the middle of my street. But on the Winter Solstice, it is!


I wish you all the fulfillment of all your needs and desires as the Sun grows again, my friends. (And if you live somewhere that's not overcast tonight, so you can actually see the lunar eclipse, I envy you, and please watch it on my behalf.)
vulgarweed: (Default)
Happy Yay We Got Rid of Them Day, Brits!


My neighborhood is quiet. Too quiet.
vulgarweed: (triffic book)
It's a very significant day for far too many Literature/Creative Writing majors (as I was), and still widely observed in Dublin.

It usually falls close to Father's Day, and my lit-geek dad will forgive me for forgetting Father's Day but not for failing to contact him on Bloomsday.

I did a dramatic reading at work tonight.

One of the multi-level-nerdiest things I have ever done--and between you and me, that's saying something--is the allusion I snuck into one of my ficlets for the Good Omens Anonymous Kink Meme, as revealed in this self-outing post. It's in the hurt/comfort "water" one, which, although the name of the ship is never mentioned, is clearly about Crowley and Aziraphale as "survivors" of the Titanic.

"Scrotum-tightening sea." (snickers like a 9-year-old).

Technically anachronistic, as Ulysses wasn't published until 1922. But of course the original Bloomsday was in 1904, and of course in my personal fanon the demon and the angel were both involved and the fourth wall was particularly thin that year (don't even ask about the fifth and sixth!); Crowley's friends were the book's characters and at the same time, Aziraphale enjoyed the occasional postprandial with Joyce himself. (Both claimed credit for his later treatment by the critics and obligatory status in lit courses).

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