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Last song: My iTunes just updated and my "recently played" is empty... So... Probably, I think... Creep by Radiohead.

Currently watching: Working through For All Man Kind, Slow Horses, and Avatar. Just finished up with a rewatch of Brooklyn 99.

Three ships: Mycroft/Lestrade, Will/Hannibal, Ed/Stede

Favourite colour: Green

Currently consuming: Coffee... my 3rd of the day. Sorry, not sorry.

First ship: Real ship... as in... like... sexual ship? Probably Mulder/Scully.

Relationship status: Married to MrDr Hubs... exclusive for over a decade.

Last movie: Not in theatre? Nimona. I haven't been to the movie theatre since the before times... and frankly, I cannot remember what it was.

Currently working on: Chapter R in the Safety First Alphabet Soup, something I'm calling The Marshmallow Experiment, and likely to be a long one called Wrecking Ball.

Learning your lines is hard. And after a rough day, sometimes you need some incentive.

- Author's Tumblr -

It had been a long day. A long, painful, lonely, desperate day at work. It was the kind of day that made you consider quitting your job, selling your flat, burning your useless things, and becoming one of those crazy people that live in a tree in the middle of the forest. Except, when women did that, they were always portrayed as witches that eat children… You weren’t really down for that. Not yet, at least. Give it time. You’ll get there soon enough. You juggle the bag of groceries and your purse and your folio to dig the keys from your pocket. It’s an incredible balancing act, but a testament to how rubbish the day has been that simply opening the door was a tick in the win column. You kick the door closed behind you and set the bag of groceries on the kitchen countertop, retracing your steps to lock the door and dump your keys into the waiting bowl. You hang your trench on the waiting peg and sigh at its empty neighbor. He mustn’t be home yet. You go about the menial task of putting away the food, hoping he makes it home by the time you’re done, but no joy there. In an effort to be productive, you open your folio, fishing around for the most pressing of paperwork, and the plastic binding of the thing splits and spills every last document onto the kitchen island and surrounding floor. A litany of muttered curses pours out of you as you glare at the offending, now useless bit of junk. Heaving a sigh, you step around the papers, pull a bottle of wine off the shelf and uncork it, pouring a generous glass for yourself. It seems the measured and reasonable response, all things considered.

Word count: 10,777 Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Anthea (Sherlock), Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, This was sitting in my drafts folder for AGES!, People did ask for this... just... probably about 2 years ago?, Whatever... I keep receipts, Johnlock - Freeform, mystrade, Anthea is my personal hero Series: Part 2 of Stilettos and Subterfuge, Part 30 of Tumblr Shorts Summary:

“Sir, we need to find a replacement for Morris.”

Mycroft frowned. “Morris?”

“On audit, review, and track.”

“I thought we had replaced him last week with…”

“We did, sir. With Morris.”

This is based on a tumblr prompt from 'back in the day.' It was sitting in my drafts folder for far too long. I got side-tracked. Wrote this. Now... I give this to you. Plan is for daily updates until done. I could have just posted it all in one go, but someone (who will remain nameless *cough* an excess of everything *cough*) suggested I do it in small dribs and drabs to torture... or... wait... no... to draw out the suspense? Yeah, that sounds better. Anyway. Have this present. As always: #sorry not sorry :)

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This is the thing in words. I'm in medicine, and it is still (though slowly changing) an old boys club. And you're right, it's not big, once off events... it's small, repetitive, dismissible offenses meant to belittle and disempower. Thank you for writing this.

Really? Wouldn’t you try to curium them first?

Go with Harry Potter... trust me.

I agree… but then… there’s this other 100% not innocent impulse to tell him that he looks really good right now.