Just realized I missed a Sherlock human appearance in my selkie fic. That’s okay, I don’t think it would have advanced the plot anyway. Oh well.
Cast No Shadow – Oasis
One of my favorite songs. Sometimes gives me otp feels. Also, random fact, Oasis (What’s the story) Morning Glory was the first CD I ever owned.
SuperWood Story Bit – So I apparently wrote Jack/Ianto?
Morning in the Hub
(Takes place not long after Adam, 2008)
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When Jack slept, for as long as he could remember, there were nightmares. Sometimes they came soft-footed with velvet fangs; sometimes they screamed and bled. Jack knew his dreams were just the product of an overtaxed brain, holding more memories and more years than a human brain was built to contain. He didn’t know what would happen if it ever reached a load limit, but it hadn’t happened yet. They even offered their own strange comfort, for in them he fought and failed and mourned in a way he could nowhere else.
It’d be a stretch to call them welcome, but when they stopped coming, Jack worried. Well, not so much stopped altogether, as stopped reaching him.
The shift also coincided with a new, equally troubling fixture in Jack’s dreams. The stranger. The man. He introduced himself as ‘Castiel,’ and claimed to be an angel.
Of the Lord.
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.
Alain de Botton (via oneindige)