sherlock holmes, aged fourteen, tries to come out to his family. it doesn't really go as planned.

on the day the world ends, an army doctor and a consulting detective are the only human beings that remain. this does not, however, mean that they are alone.

/narcissa's always been good at fights./ first Harry Potter fic, set post-war. rated for language and sexual content.

in which two former lovers are reunited one rainy afternoon in los angeles.

there's always stuff left there, inside your head. you can spend your life trying to empty it, but there are still bits that get stuck, that you can't scrape off. it's just part of the human condition, that – having bits of yourself that rot and go sour in the dark.

my prediction for what will happen in the last episode of merlin, stemming from my terror that the writers will try and cram everything into the last episode without wrapping any of it up. just a daft, cracky little oneshot in skit form.

"every play has to end eventually, and it looked like the curtains for this one had just closed. closed on the two best actors in this world, and both of them had missed their cues." irene adler finally hears about sherlock's death. post-reichenbach.

sometimes sherlock holmes feels like something from another time.

"i used to dream about flying," she says, softly. she's not talking to him. she's not really talking to anyone. in fact, she doesn't know why she voiced the thought at all, and for a moment she feels so naked she wants to cover her face. but sherlock only laughs; a little mockingly, a little bitterly, because he has never dreamt of flying, and molly thinks he probably never will.

jim moriarty is waging war against the world, and as far as he sees it, there's little doubt who will win.

jim from i.t. and richard brook weren't moriarty's only personas. he can pick and choose them as he pleases, and there have been quite a few over the years - but only two have stayed with him all this time.

brittany is convinced there are monsters under her bed. santana's not so sure.

brittany was ironing a new dress. it was gold, spangly, outlandish - something she'd never dare to put on in public, in case she was laughed at. it was a beautiful dress, though. brittany wanted to wear it to school, to the shops, to the dentist. she wanted to burn it.

upon the dauntless' return to port royal, james norrington is paranoid and jack sparrow is devious, clumsy and irritating – although admittedly that's nothing new.

wolves don't make promises.