Shamelessly Yoinked From Facebook, But It’s Hard Not To See Our Current Pandemic Panic In These Words

Don’t forget the trash collectors, and the morticia.

Covid problems

Anybody else freaked out when they watch old movies. I find myself yelling at the screen, “Get back three feet!” And “Wash your hands, damn it!l

Some new photos have surfaced on Twitter from here, a really cool ‘3 Minutes With’ series. Nice Alan Rickman one on there as well <3

Window. “My favourite celebrity is Benedict Cumberbatch. He was totally creative himself, had a good shot at the shooting and suddenly he jumped to the window sill.”

Beautiful

Cover for The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction

Re-post an old fic!

Hey! I’m going to start a little thing, if you’ll join me! It’s very much like a thing I did a couple of summers ago, the Summer Saturday Self-Reblog thing. It’s not summer and it doesn’t have to be Saturday - just re-post an old fic of yours. Lots of people may not have read it, and lots of people may be in the market to read something new. Make a fun header for your post. Or not! As you like. :) I’ll be back in a few with my first one. :) 

Devil John 11 - Like a girl

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Excerpt:

The smell of oranges.

A tent door flapping in the breeze. Strong fingers digging in. The bright peel falling in pieces onto the surface a camp table. Oil arcs through the air filling the entire cabin with the smell of citrus.

“We've more ground to cover, and we're two men down,” Major Sholto says before taking a piece of orange and putting it in his mouth.

John looks up from where he sits slumped in his camp chair. He stares into blue eyes as bright as the desert sky. “Elroy and Firman were both good men. I tried to save them. I did everything I could for them.”

“I'm sure that you did, Watson. You're the best surgeon we have. If you couldn't save them, then they couldn't be saved.”

John smiles weakly, “It's nice of you to say, but I still think I could have done more.”

“As you should. Striving for perfection, that's what makes a man, isn't it? You did the best that you could, under the circumstances. No one can ask more than that. But I'm not looking forward to writing those letters to the family. It's never easy, but it's especially hard when those who die are so young.”

“Sometimes I wonder why they even enlisted. They could have been in Uni, having fun and meeting girls instead of coming out here to die in the desert.”

“Some people aren't made for civilized places. I couldn't imagine going back for good. Could you, Watson?”

“No,” John says. “It's a strange thing to say, considering where we are, but I've never lived in a place where I've felt more at peace than I do here and now...with you.”

Sholto pauses a minute to smile at John before eating the last orange slice.

John stares at the man sitting across from him. So strong and straight, and beautiful. It's as if this place had been made simply to show off his features. The square lines of his face echoed in the walls and floor. The beige color of the tent setting off the gold of his hair. He shines here, like the sun over the tops of the mountains.

In this moment, John's heart feels full, and this man makes him feel more welcome than anyone that he has ever known. He wants to tell him somehow, but he doesn't have words to describe it, so he rises to his feet and walks over to place a hand on the Major's shoulder.

He can hear birds singing outside the tent. Soon the sun will rise and everyone else in the camp will wake, but this moment seems made just for the two of them. A stolen moment of peace in a time of war. Unwilling to break the silence, but unable to keep his feelings inside, he bends down slowly and touches their lips together.

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Running A Con, Conference Or Festival In The Age Of A Burgeoning Pandemic!

Hey, so, I’ve got some travel upcoming here in the next handful of months — Tucson Festival of Books in March, Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference (Colorado Springs) in April, a…

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Wow, another BlackDragon

From James A Owen’s FB page:

To paraphrase the old joke about eating elephants: “How do you eat a Dragon? Easy – one bite at a time.” That’s how you tackle big goals with big challenges, and how I’ve been managing the new Kickstarter for the trio of coloring books. Focus on enough small achievements, and before you know it, you’ve crossed the finish line. So for today, I have TWO goals I’m trying to reach: First, I need SIXTEEN more backers to reach 200. This is a very doable goal. smile emoticon And second, I want to bring in just $1546 in pledges – that amount puts the project at over $14k, but more importantly, it reduces the amount still to reach to four digits. And then it’s simply a race to the finish line. smile emoticon So please share the link with the friends and family you think will like three new books filled with pictures to cherish and color, and let’s see if we can find sixteen more people to take a bite out of a Dragon.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1401678214/all-the-colors-of-magic-a-trio-of-coloring-books

Since James posted this he’s had a handful of new backers, but is still a few  shy of 200, and the $14k immediate goal. His art is gorgeous. The quality of the first coloring book is fantastic. If you like dragons, or coloring books, or art, take a look. Please reblog, or go find the post on FB and share it there. Or both. Both is good. :)