“And fall apart, and start again,” is nasty. The characters are just perfect. It’s so totally captivating there are moments that are so Jim you’d think that Gatiss or Moffat couldn’t do better. It’s quite angsty at the end. But this has got to be a favourite of mine.
A superbly written Moriarty/Sebastian fic. “Burning Moon,” is short, the prose is gorgeous, it reads like poetry but better. I could read it over and over. It can’t be healthy to like fanfics this much. Heck it can’t be healthy to like Moriarty this much. Oh well.
Mostly Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, but there is plenty of superbly written John and Sherlock in it too. It’s actually an amazing piece of writing. I’d read this over and over. It plays with Jim and Seb as characters a bit, maybe my only criticism, but it works. They have a whole past for Jim, amazing, and horrible.
Druggy, crazy, pretty… It’s a little foreshadowing of The Reichenbach Fall, probably as they wrote it after. Rooftops and Sebastian/Moriarty madness. Very visual if that makes any sense. Creepy as anything, but not too violent unlike some of the others.
The fact that the majority of teenagers would rather listen to Justin Bieber or Taylor Momsen over Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd makes me want to fucking kill myself. Literally.
up next on MTV’s “White Girl Problems”: special snowflake and part-time tumblr user felicefawn is literally contemplating suicide over people having different music taste than her and thinks she is better than everybody else because she kinda sorta knows who jimi hendrix and pink floyd are
“The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.”—John Green (via sleuthingsheets)
“People say friends don’t destroy one another, what do they know about friends?” is too pessimistic a line to get tattooed on myself so I might have to resort to insane, Jim-Carrey-in-the-Number-23-esque scrawling on every wall in my future home to display my love for it.