A while ago (it was April 1st, to be precise), the Sherlock Prompting Meme mods decided that all prompts failing to feature Anderson’s incredible sexual magnetism and prowess would be deleted. Following that announcement, the meme was blessed with many fantastic Anderson prompts. Here’s my contribution. I wish everyday was Anderson Appreciation Blog Day.
My contribution to Sherlockmas’ 2012 edition.
Molly obviously put in a lot of effort while preparing for the Christmas party at 221B. In the end, the evening didn’t turn out exactly how she hoped it would. This is the story of her hopes and expectations for that night.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice …” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line. Douglas Adams (via sexhaver)
Plot twist: Benedict uses his Martin Crieff voice for Smaug
Even bigger plot twist: Benedict uses his Martin du Crieff voice for Smaug
Ahaaah , I see where this is going….
‘Ello, I am Zmaug ze terrible. It iz mah pleasure to be today your dragon on zis unexpected journey, most exciting!
Anonymous asked: Can you recommend a good book?
Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time to read because school is eating away most of my free time. However, here are some of the books I enjoyed reading (or re-reading) recently.
- Blackburn: A novel by Bradley Denton
- Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind
- The Secret History by Donna Tartt
I’ve been reading mostly in French these days. If you can read French, I enthusiastically recommend everything by Patrick Sénécal, Bernard Werber, and Amélie Nothomb.
Anonymous asked: How many times must I climb a mountain before I can make love to a Vulcan? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind — James T. Kirk, Captain of the USS Enterprise, as sung by Bob Dylan.
You keep reminding me that Spock and I have to share you! It breaks my heart, and yet I can’t resist you and your captaining pants.
I’ll go beg for Name’s knot, now.
Anonymous asked: thanks for running the kink meme. i know it's not always easy and i bet you have nerves of steel (i could never deal with the trolls). it's a lovely place and i have a lot of fun (i love it). alright done stalking you now. bye!
Why, thank you! I would collapse if I had to do it alone, though. Having fantastic partners in crime makes running the kink meme one of my greatest online experience
and the trolling is usually pretty hilarious.
I’m glad you like it there. Hopefully, series three will bring a dancing plethora of fresh porn. Have fun prompting/filling/reading!
Anonymous asked: Will you post Sherlock s3 spoilers? If you do, will you tag them? I like you, but I'm afraid I can't follow you anymore if you post s3 spoilers.
My tumblr posts are so rare that I wouldn’t be surprised if the next series aired before my next one. Fear not! I won’t reblog any spoilers. I could, however, reblog delicious desserts. Consider yourself warned.
Anonymous asked: Are you working on a fic at the moment? Where ? *puppy eyes* I can't get enough of your brilliant writing.
I am working on two stories at the moment, but I am writing so slowly it’s ridiculous. It could take a
small eternity while before it’s officially posted somewhere other than the kink meme. Thanks for the compliment, though! I’m feeling a bit fuzzy right now :)