Polystyrene Tiles: Know When To Stop.

This post is scattershot and disjointed! Hooray or something!

My mother got a Distinction for her essay on fanfiction! She couldn’t have done it without the help of quite a few of you, so I’d like to thank you all (she says she’ll be sending out thanks herself at some point, but she is not always entirely reliable). Anyway, congratulations to her!

If you’re interested in Wacky Turks-Related Hijinks and also Reno taking the pseudonym ‘Leonard Wangtabulous’ (and, let’s face it, who isn’t?) and you haven’t yet seen it, be sure to check out kadrin’s fic about just that.

( Squall Leonhart: Forever A Virgin. )

( Holmes and Watson: They Fight Crime! )

I have the most bizarre urge to throw Holmes and Watson into Silent Hill and see what happens. Or I could just send them to Barons Court tube station, which is always silent and empty and overcast and fenced in with wire and all of the trains that go through it look like the non-stop train to Silent Hill and it is the Station of the Damned, the Silent Hill of London, I swear, and also you only have to change once to get to it from Baker Street, so it would probably be more convenient.

I leave you with an icon I made of Sherlock Holmes shaking his fist at Pyramid Head, because it is a concept of which I am ridiculously proud.