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Rules: List 7 films you watch for comfort.

(Note: Asking me to list only 7 of anything is like asking me to do somersaults down the middle of I65 during rush hour. I would gladly do it if it was possible, but alas, it’s not. Therefore I give you the following list of quite a few more than 7. I had to cut myself off because...well, MOVIES. I mean, come on. I watch ten a day. Sorry. I also added commentary on some. Bite me.)

1. Gifted Chris Evans. Lots of comfort in that alone.

2. The Beautiful Fantastic  Lovely, quirky romantic little film. Andrew Scott is adorable.

3. Love Actually  This movie broke my heart but then put it together again. 

4. Saving Grace An older film. Does anybody remember when Craig Ferguson was actually young? Before he was a talk show host? Yeah, back then. One of the funniest “stoned” scenes ever. 

5. Miss Potter What can I say? I’m a sucker for anything about Beatrix Potter (despite the atrocious “British” accent, the rest is sweet and lovely)

6. Local Hero Another quirky oldie, beautiful Scottish scenery, lots of beautiful weird characters. One of my all time faves.

7. The Butcher’s Wife Before anybody starts ragging me about Demi Moore, let me just say that she’s actually somewhat likable in this role. Her accent is for shit and she’s dumb as a box of hair, but the 

oh hell it’s a stupid movie but I really like stupid, dumb, bad movies. Okay?

If you’re a stickler for rules you can stop here. I shall carry on regardless. 

8. The Accountant Violent, bloody, starring Ben Affleck. Not comforting at all. But it makes me feel good for some reason. 

9. House of Flying Daggers Gorgeous film. Sad, depressing. But anything with Takeshi Kaneshiro in it, when he was young, is comforting to me. Check out Returner if you can find it. 

10. The Music of Strangers Documentary about YoYo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble. Nobody could watch this and not be comforted.

11. Only Lovers Left Alive And no, not because of Hiddleston. Just a strange, beautiful film.  

12. The Birdcage Over-the-top Robin Williams (I love the French version too) It just makes me feel good to watch.

13. A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night Umm...this choice should tell you a lot about me. It has a happy ending? Sort of? 

14. The Black Stallion Yeah, I had all the books when I was little. Gorgeous movie. Same feelings evoked. 

My list goes on (and on and on) but I will force myself to stop here. 

“He looks at her then, as they stand there in the empty street. Truly looks at her. There is starlight in her eyes, and glitter on her lashes from yesterday when Rosie and she made cardboard fairy wings. Her lips are pink, her cheeks are glowing. She is stupidly short, ridiculously beautiful. There is not one bone in her body that he doesn’t love more than he loves anything else on this earth.”

Inspired by OhAine’s fic ‘Put away your courage.’

Quote posted with her permission.

As some of you know, early this year a group of people in the Sherlock and Sherlolly fandom got together to conduct a series of interviews focusing on fan content and its creation. The result was twelve interviews, posted over three months, where writers and artists talk about their work, the fandom and show, and their own processes. I’ve finally gotten around to doing a master list of them to make it easier for anyone who’d like to read through them. Check out the links below:

OhAine interviews likingthistoomuch

 Likingthistoomuch interviews OhAine

 theleftpill interviews kstewmanipulation

 thisisartbylexie interviews writingwife-83

 ellis-hendricks interviews geekmama

 geekmama interviews ellis-hendricks

 ashockinglackofsatin interviews sunken-standard

 vermofftiss interviews mizjoely

 writingwife-83 interviews artbylexie

 OhAine interviews ashockinglackofsatin

 lilsherlockian75 and mrsmcrieff interview each other

Dream, schmeam, this is a PROMPT, lol!

You’re right, this is a great prompt and would make an amazing fic. 

ohaine reblogged your post and added: “So I just dreamt that I was watching a netflix show about Sherlock and...”

@mizjoely has a valid point. Also, naked titty time 😂 😂 😂

I miss them like a dead lover. 

I CANNOT drive a standard transmission and it drives (pun totally intended) me crazy. Attempt number one: Daddy takes me to a long, straight stretch of country road, gets out and lets me drive his Ford Ranger. (Mind you, I’ve been driving - an automatic - since I’m 13!) We got about a ½ mile down the road before he says, “Babygirl, I think you better let me take it from here. Maybe we’ll try again some other time. But your uncle is going to have to look at my transmission first.” I couldn’t get it into 2nd.Attempt number two: My sister “Lee”, has this beautiful, red 1989 Mustang (yes, I know, not the sexiest year for Mustangs, but she loved it nevertheless). I beg her for months and she finally gives in. By the end, we’re both in tears.Attempt number three: Senior year, my boyfriend cannot accept that I can’t be taught and (for $75) buys an old beater - I don’t even remember the make or model. This time I make it to the mile-long stretch of road behind the high school known as ‘make-out lane’. I’m so proud! He’s so proud! We have a celebratory snog. On the way back home, I choke…so does the car. I burnt the clutch out! We left it there and walked back to the school and to my car. For all I know, the beater’s still there. Attempt number four: Her name was Lenora and she and I worked together at my first post-HS job. She was SOOOO much fun! The week after she bought a new (I mean brand-spankin’ new!) Oldsmobile Aurora, she goads me into trying, once again, to learn to handle a stick-shift. I resist. I’ve been burnt (as have the cars) before. But I cave to the pressure. This time goes so much better than the rest until we’re at a stop light on a slight uphill incline and I fail to get it into gear… for fifteen effing minutes. Lenora refuses to let me give up! She WON’T get out and get into the driver’s seat. She just calmly gives direction, ignoring the honking horns and angry shouts from fellow motorists, saying, “It’s fine, just try again.” Eventually, I get it in gear and we make it to a Wendy’s parking lot. I get out of the car, shaking, and go have a very nervous wee in the restroom. She’s still in the passenger seat when I come back, but I’ve made up my mind; I’m NOT driving that car again (I can still smell the burning clutch!). I get into the back seat and we have this standoff for something like a half hour before she finally gives in and takes us to her apartment where we get smashed beyond recognition on cheap rum and diet Coke. I have NEVER again tried to drive a stick.And I never will….

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“He holds Molly’s hand. Tight. Tighter. Tighter still. More unspoken words translated into touch. It’s their language. She understands. She hears every syllable he doesn’t say, clear and bright like sunshine.”

For @ohaine and @ashockinglackofsatin