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Santa baby, lemme come sit on your lap~

Thank you for everything! I'll be more than happy to answer any comments/questions/bootycalls here.

Love,
Enjolras/Maladict/Tatsumi/Takeuchi Sora/Van Grants/Rorschach/Captain Jack Harkness

Date: 2010-12-19 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So, I've been a lot busier then I thought I'd be lately, but! Things are looking up free time wise, so I should actually manage to have something for you by Christmas.

Date: 2010-12-21 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inthemoodnow.livejournal.com
Worry yourself not, Santa! I'm excited for you, whenever you may appear! ♥
From: [identity profile] vampere.livejournal.com
Also, this is pretty much my first time writing for... any of these fandoms, so bear with me if it's not the greatest.


It all began when Sherlock proclaimed his boredom with all things Camp. Desperate to keep from having a repeat of that time with gun even as he thought to himself that it was probably something like cabin fever, John took it on himself to attempt to provide a distraction. It was only several lengthy (and heated) discussions later that he realized that it might not have been the best of ideas to try a supremely logical man on a show that was, when you got right down to it, science-fiction. But if nothing else he’d managed to insure that Sherlock would recognize the blue box sometimes seen around the place for what it was.

Satire he proved to do better with. At least, as far as actually tolerating it went. There were still far more complaints about the both the implausibility of the world and the presence of anthropomorphic representations than he would have cared for, but it was better. Perhaps, he dared think, it was something to do with the fact that it was showing society for what it was. But even satire couldn’t hold that great mind forever, and in due time, Sherlock was again pronouncing that he’d had quite enough of that.

Neither paid much attention to the half-heard voice echoing through their heads like the closing of great mausoleum doors - a sound that seemed to go straight to the brain without stopping to bother with the ears.

As a last attempt to save the walls from an untimely fate, he tried musicals, hoping that perhaps music would serve better. To his surprise, it worked better than he’d expected, although he had a suspicion it was more due to the criminology aspect then either the music or overarching plot. In fact, he’d had something of a tendency to skip forward through the ‘less interesting parts’. But if working out the problem kept him busy, who was he to complain? It kept the walls from being riddled with holes.
From: [identity profile] inthemoodnow.livejournal.com
....that is beautiful. WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE hahaha I bet that Death would consider himself to be rather chummy with those two. And aahhh, I adore the image of John dragging Sherlock to a jolly night of musical theatre -- I can just imagine having to deal with his disgusted commentary at Javert failing to recognize Valjean. :x Thank you!

Date: 2010-12-26 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vampere.livejournal.com
It is the best image. :Dd Also I would have put more of the ones you mentioned in, but I wasn't familiar them (and just recently got familiar with Sherlock).

Date: 2010-12-24 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cfudanon.livejournal.com
Man, Jack could totally get it if he wanted to. From everybody except this one dude.

Image


MERRY CHRISTMAS ♥

Date: 2010-12-24 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inthemoodnow.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU FOREVER AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHrlwibwikjlgRWLgjkqelft,hljwkejrhrm

THANK YOU ♥♥♥

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