if you read nothing else in this post, read the last paragraph!!!

[wakeupnew]

The printer is making death rattle noises. There are four of us currently here, in an office of 20+. None of my favorites are in. At least five of the people who aren't here are out for the entire week. So much jealousy. So much. I know my vacation is coming but I want it to come FASTER! I really miss having a winter break this year. This is the first year I've ever not finished reading through the Yuletide archive before having to go back to school/work. I am only up to the beginning of the M's in the fandom list; I'm a little over halfway there. I want to read more and more and more, but I'm trying to avoid fan fiction while at work, especially since my wireless access is no longer cutting it and I can't do internets on my laptop.

Basically, this is a pointless post about how bored I am and how cranky I am that I have to be at work today when I could be at home reading fanfic, kink meme-ing, and RPing. Ridiculous complaints are ridiculous, but I am still so happy it is a four-day work week.

(If you want a good laugh, go through Rotten Tomatoes' section for Sherlock Holmes. Some of the less flattering reviews are uproarious. I sat by myself at the reception desk this morning, as no one called and no one came in, just laughing my ass off. Bad reviews are the best! Writers always come up with their best turns of phrase in them.)

So this is a Give Me Things to Write and I Shall Endeavor to Write Them post! You all know my fandoms and what I am willing to try (for the record, a few ideas off the top of my head: Sherlock Holmes (new movie or oldschool canon), Iron Man, Glee, Sons of Anarchy, The Mentalist, NCIS, Bones, How I Met Your Mother, iCarly, National Treasure, M*A*S*H, Hellboy, Firefly, True Blood... there are many many many things I'm willing to try that aren't on this list, so feel free to request others if you know I am familiar with the source material). I can't write anything dreadful or explicit due to being at work, but otherwise, I'm pretty easy. Give me a character or characters, a pairing, a situation you want to see somebody in, a word or a song lyric or a phrase... Crossovers, crack, angst, romance, gen, whatever else, and general ridiculousness are all a-okay. Just give me something to jot short things about. For the love of God, please. D: D:

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[wakeupnew]

Okay, so it is not very slashy, but IT GOT AWAY FROM ME and then there was no more time for slash, because having to write 19^th century medical techniques with no resources at hand and no time to extensively Google things frightens me. Similarly, I stand by no historical accuracy here. FLASH FICTION UNITE!

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Holmes was laughing like a maniac, and making himself of very little use when it came to moving forward.

“I will never,” Watson grunted, Holmes’s arm slung around his neck and warm side pressed up against his, “understand why you find lying to hansom cab drivers so amusing.”

“That is because you have no appreciation for the finer things in life, old boy.” Holmes lurched to the side again as he spoke, and Watson barely caught him in time to prevent him from toppling over, staggering himself. The hansom rattled off into the darkness behind them, and Watson hauled Holmes up the steps and into 221B. Mrs. Hudson had left a lamp burning, and under the flickering light, the full extent of Holmes’s dishevelment – and of his bruises – became more readily evident. His shirt tails were hanging out, his wrinkled jacket and scarf thrown on haphazardly. His left eye had begun to swell shut and his face was slowly turning ugly colours in several locations. He moved like a drunkard, or perhaps like a man trying to ride a bicycle while upside-down underwater, all of which did not assist Watson in his generally thankless job of dragging him back to Baker Street after a boxing match.

Watson shot a most dubious look at the staircase in front of them, then grimly started up it.

“Are you ignoring me?” Holmes sounded terribly amused by the prospect, tapping steps with Watson's cane as they went along.

“How you could possibly think so, given that you are currently threatening to pull me off the staircase with you—” Watson let go of Holmes's waist to grab the rail, and he held there until the worst of Holmes’s momentary lurch had passed. “—I have no idea.” Watson was a stout fellow and the taller of the two, but Holmes was heavy and stumbling, and while Watson generally went about without great trouble from his bad leg, it became quite difficult to avoid placing his weight on it while supporting another party’s.

“I am not about to pull you off the stairs,” Holmes scoffed, even as his opposite shoulder hit the wall, dragging Watson with him. “I am simply having some small bit of trouble with my equilibrium.”

“Small?” Watson said with a hint of incredulousness, finally wrestling him upright, up the final few steps, and into the hall.

“Infinitesimal.”

“I do hope that this infinitesimal experience will dissuade you from allowing an opponent to crack your head against the floor again in future.”

“It was a diversionary tactic,” Holmes insisted. “I had him right where I wanted him.”

“I’m certain,” said Watson, whose tone suggested nothing of the sort, as they came to a halt outside the familiar door. If he released Holmes, Watson strongly suspected that his companion would tumble, and as partially tempting of a thought as that was, as a physician, he could not allow it. Thus, instead of finding his own heavy set of keys, Watson simply shifted the arm already around Holmes’s waist and reached into his jacket pocket.

Holmes blinked at him exaggeratedly and said immediately, “Why Watson, I never knew you cared.”