So maybe this is what the rest of us look like:
The people who ship writing/difficulty and writing/revolution don’t talk to the people who ship writing/entertainment or writing/romance. The writing/money shippers have an uneasy detente with the writing/literature folks in the prose fandom, but almost none of them talk to the poetry people because how could you even? The writing/YA folks have a strong community or are cliquish, depending on who you ask, and everyone knows not to invite the writing/genre people to the same party as writing/literary folks because it just ends up in a shouting match.
Fandom would explain that this is why we can’t have nice things.
Fic: Why Fanfiction is Taking Over The World by Anne Jamison
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Deduce for me, you sexy thing.
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OH GOD. OH GOD. BLESS WHOEVER PUT THIS GIFSET TOGETHER.
Oh my god, seriously, bless your soul.
willow555 replied to your post: A very short Torchlock ficlet for sup…
So cute! I wish it was longer. I may need to start writing some of my own crossovers here…although finishing my current WIP might be a good idea first :p
I wanted it to be longer myself but ran out of time >.< Ended up working on ilium last night instead of this. But Ilium is almost done and I’m not writing any s3 fics until it’s over, so we’ll see.
And I love superwholockthecomics fanwork friday prompts!
A very short Torchlock ficlet for superwholock fanwork friday:
“Why are doing this again?” John stared out the window
“Because you encouraged me to make ‘help Mycroft more’ a New Year’s resolution.”
“Why Cardiff?”
“Torchwood Three.”
“What the hell is a Torchwood?” John looked at him.
Instead of answering Sherlock lapsed into silence.
A short time later they were in front of a plain building. “Sherlock this is a tourist office,” John grumbled as he followed the detective inside. The good looking young man behind the desk looked too proper in a suit.
“Sherlock Holmes. I believe Jack Harkness is expecting me?”
Before the man could respond another good looking man stepped in from the back. Was devastating good looks a job requirement?
“Mycroft mentioned you coming, but not those pretty eyes,” Jack smiled and offered his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
Next to them the other man pulled out a stopwatch and pressed the button. “Seventeen minutes. Your resolution to stop flirting so much, sir?”
“Oh come on Ianto, that’s hardly fair.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll get coffee.”
“Tea, if you have it,” said John. “Thank you.”
Ianto vanished into the back. Jack turned his smile to John. The doctor suddenly felt like he was at the center of the universe as he shook his hand. “You must be John Watson.”
Sherlock took his arm and pulled him back before John could respond. “I understand we’re picking up a package?”
“Yes, just some things that need to be hand carried to London.”
Ianto reappeared with mugs. John was surprised by the perfection of his tea.
“Spending the night in Cardiff?” asked Jack.
“No,” answered Sherlock shortly, looking between Jack and John.
“Pity. Dinner?”
John smiled. Sherlock shook his head. “No, sorry, we really must be heading back.”
Ianto took out a package from behind the desk and a pen. “Just sign for it, please.”
Sherlock did so while hardly taking his eyes off anyone else. “Come along, John.” He tucked the package into his coat and steered John out of the building.