That Unicorn Looks Happy, Eh?

Can't argue with Bill.

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[Spirk Animatic] Spock's POV

Hello! Long time since I last posted. Here's another animatic I've been working on in the past 2 months. I would've finished it in June, but I got sidetracked with Yuri McSpirk, so please excuse the sudden difference in art style halfway through the video. ^^' Song: "POV" -Ariana Grande

It’s wrapped up with glitter and glitz, But wouldn’t be played at the Ritz. Now Sherlock does fear That he and John, here, Are stuck with this band’s greatest hits.

'Tis a Gift is on AO3.

I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!

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Although their good friend, A Z Fell, Really does not like to sell The things he collects, Still Sherlock suspects There’s one here by James, (gasp!) E L.

'Tis a Gift is on AO3.

I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!

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The Fifth Pip, Chapter 4

John returns; Sherlock notices. There is a Conversation, and Conclusions are drawn.

“John? I’m sorry.” He opens the door a crack. “Please talk to me.” He hears a sigh from within, a squeak as John sits on the bed.  “Sherlock, where do you think I was all this time?” He opens the door wider, sees John sitting, staring at the contents of his wardrobe. The suitcase lies open on the bed beside him, partly filled with underwear, all standard white except for one pair of red pants. Why red? Another John Watson mystery he might never get a chance to solve. 

Next, a coda: What about Moriarty?

Part 7 of More Words (You don't have to have read the other parts to read this one - the series is all drabble-inspired short stories) 💕

Thank you for reading / reblogging!

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Cold hands 💛💙

The 14th is soon upon us again; next Tuesday in fact. Prompts for the July edition: twig – annual – plant + the image above.

Alternative prompts: orchard - forest - landscape - oak - abundance + the image below.

The Fifth Pip, Chapter 3

What would have happened if Moriarty decided to keep John, to see how long it would take Sherlock to notice he's missing?

Part 7 of More Words (You don't have to have read the other parts to read this one - the series is drabble-inspired short stories) 💕

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FIC WRITERS RETREAT (CANADA) 2026

Annual Fic Writers' Retreat, first held in Canada in 2016, coming once again in 2026 for its TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY.

NO MORE WAITLIST: Due to additional interest, new spots have been made available for this year's retreat!

To Register, Click Here

When: August 6-9 2026

Where: Five Oaks Retreat Centre, Paris, Ontario, Canada

What is it? Four days spent with other fic writers, at all levels of experience. There will be a mix of workshops (Topics TBA and open to suggestions), prompts and challenges, and plenty of independent writing time for your own personal projects.

It’s also an opportunity to make connections with people who share your interests and passions, and where you can focus on your own goals and creativity.

Cost (in CANADIAN DOLLARS):

$500.00 Double Occupancy ($365 USD)

$590.00 Single Occupancy ($430 USD)

Here’s what you get for it:

All meals (dinner Thursday to lunch Sunday)

Accommodation (All single beds)

Daily workshops and writing sessions (planned and delivered by participants - you too, if you want!)

A retreat in a beautiful riverside setting

WiFi included

Registration Process:

Click on the Registration Link, above.

Complete the form and submit it.

Select a payment option: a) e-transfer (Canadian residents only) or b) PayPal (link in registration form)

Make your deposit of $250 or $295 CAD (50% of total cost) to complete your registration

Second payment is due on July 6, 2026

Space will be allocated on a first-come, first served basis. Once spaces are filled, there will be a waitlist in case more space can be secured. NO DEPOSIT WILL BE COLLECTED unless space is available.

Travel to the venue is not included. However, shared transport from Toronto (airport or other hubs) can almost always be arranged with other participants.

Several participants (and the organizer) live in the area, and we have always been able to arrange ride-shares from the Toronto Airport to the various venues. These connections will be arranged after registration.

Contact me with any questions! Or see the FAQ Page

🎂 Happy Birthday, John Watson!

We don't have a canonical date for when John was born, but his fans are resourceful, and July 7 is one of the extra-canonical dates when his birth is celebrated, possibly chosen because that is the death date of his creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in 1930. (Not a great reason, but these are the same people who decided Watson had six wives.)

August 7 is also celebrated, because William S. Baring-Gould uses this date in his biography, Sherlock Holmes of Baker Street. BBC's Sherlock chose April 23, for reasons unknown. It seems that Sherlock knew this, but missed the party because he had a 'thing.'

I'd like to celebrate today by quoting some of my favourite descriptions of the good doctor from fan fiction. 🥳 (And thereby recommending some favourite stories to you!)

@georgiedoodles suggested I post a sketch dump. While I didn't have anything good enough to show at the time, the thought stuck with me.

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated