@notluvulongtime wanted Sherlock and Victor with toy robots. So while Sherlock’s on a case at NASA, Victor is bonding with a rover. :) 

Well, now you made me feel things.

That was the goal! 

While at the wedding of all things.

Sherlock had never taken a course in basic life support or cardiopulmonary resuscitation but it didn’t take a genius to see that the rising of falling of Lestrade’s chest meant that he was very much alive…and a very bad faker.

He’d been trying to pass through the maddening throng of revelers so that he could get to the lobby and find his Great Coat, but something about the environment was off. He’d felt a pang in his right side and looked far ahead in that direction. Greg was pale, greyish as much as his hair had always been, as long as he could remember and his eyes glassy.

Quicker than lightning, Sherlock was there, ready to grab hold of him under his arms as his legs gave out.

And now he felt like a fool as Lestrade made a close-eyed grin before gifting him with those deep bittersweet chocolate eyes.

(From this meme)

4) I admire SO MANY fic writers, I don’t even know where to start. Canonisrelative and Sidney Sussex get special shout-outs because everything they write is spectacular. They have a way with words that I really admire.

15) I answered kidfic the last time, but I have more than one guilty writing pleasure. :) Another one is artificial intelligence. I love exploring that concept in sci-fi stories. 

Ooh, I already answered 8 (and it was long) and it’s here. :P

The best party I’ve ever been to? Hmm. I’m so not very good at parties but I can offer up the Most Surreal Party I’ve Ever Been To. Back when I used to work for a comedian/talk show host, the pertinent daily talk show did a ratings stunt by doing themed episodes at the Playboy Mansion (this was in my mid-twenties). Anyway, besides doing political research/fact checking for my boss, he asked me to be one of the background extras for each segment, which gave me the tough job of donning a strappy black dress and sitting next to Jeff Bridges while he answered questions and offered up his opinions.

During the commercial breaks, he would have nothing to do (and this was before the age of texting and smartphones, where you could pretend to be busy and not look awkward that no one was talking to you) and since I was only mildly a fan of his work at the time, I decided to chat him up about one of my fave movies of his A Million Ways to Die because I had had a huge crush on Andy Garcia when I was a teen. We ended up talking about Hal Ashby, the director during the breaks and how it was a tragedy the way he died. That was the good part. What made it surreal was that at some point during the night, I was seated between Gilbert Gottfried and Kato Kaelin and the former tried to flirt with me. All I could think about was: “The parrot from Aladdin just tried to cop a feel; what am I doing here?”