shadegarden said: Hey haven't seen you on in a while - I hope you are all right. Hugs
Gah, thanks, I’m sorry for being such a jerk and pulling a vanishing act like this. RL is alternately super stressful and super draining right now (sometimes both), and actually has temporarily squished my ability to properly enjoy lighthearted fannish escapades. Or rather, it has squished my attention span, or my ability to redirect my attention to things that are mood-elevating, if not the things I should be doing, or something like that.
I will be alright, and I do want to get back to actively blogging or Barrowing or whatever I was doing before. I’m just a bit too overwhelmed or burnt out or something at the moment.
Anyway. Thank you SO MUCH for your message, shadegarden— and yours too, are-are-kay (because you sent that incredibly kind pm to the same effect ages ago, but I hadn’t responded because the middle part about Thomas Barrow’s evil face was too amusing so I hoarded it too long and then I surprised myself and went completely incommunicative). Your well-wishes are amazingly comforting.
Thommy fic that I wrote while I was waiting for Flippy to put up a story, but Camael says that it’s up now yay!
ajkshd;lakjdakljsd WHY? WHY???!?!?!??!?
lkajd;slkja;ds woman we need to have a conversation about this
OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. (sobs) I don’t want to say anymore, I don’t want to spoil it. Oh God oh God…YOU BASTARD! (jk ‘bastard’, still love you, but you bastard!)
^^^ sums up my feelings on this subject PERFECTLY.
But, but, but! Um, and nobody read beyond this point if you haven’t read the story yet because spoilers ahead.
Note: Here you go. Hope I give you the feels.
Summary: Somebody has to be the sensible one.
This could easily devastate our small corner of fandom it’s just slaying fannish entities and turning them to (blubbering) goo left and right ;P
No but. Oh my god, flippyspoon, I LOVE this development arc for Jimmy. It makes so much sense for what we already know of his character, too, that even the sweetest, profoundest, most delectable love would be something he’d just as soon try to bottle up (and sort of curl up around in self-defense— and in defense of it) as try to act on.
they had to build Arthur Conan Doyle a large circular coffin to compensate for all the spinning he was going to be doing and he hasn’t stopped spinning ever since.
They hooked up a generator to him and now his spinning powers half of London.
A Utopian solution to the energy crisis!
The “subversion-of-Victorian-sensibilities” generator.