When Sherlock realises than Rosie does not want to “keep the rattle; she wans to control the response of the human who returns it to her. A deduction that begins their relationship,
I may be stupid but I really dont think there's much more to being a good person than "do not add to the suffering in the world"
I'm not in a position to enact meaningful change, I have to work hard every day just to take care of myself, but like, the least I could do is not be a bigot. That's something anyone can do. I can just live my humble, small life, and as long as I don't hurt people, and I help people when I see an opportunity that I'm capable of safely contributing to, I think that's probably enough
Inktober # 28 - Panic Attack
Colour Ink and ink pen on brown paper, A4.
From @baloobird’s prompt list for Comfortember, Promp 24: Panic Attack.
This was inspired by @sgam76’s story ‘With a little help from my friends’. There will a new fic about this scene that is currently written.
Do not post this on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.
Let’s dial the stargate!
Chevron one encoded
Chevron two encoded
Chevron three encoded
Chevron four encoded
Chevron five encoded
Chevron six encoded
Chevron seven… locked
kaWOOSH
Reblogs are appreciated:)
Pour one out for all the stories you'll never find again, that you barely remember in totality, but that left an impression on you that you'll never forget.
The short stories from standardized tests that you only had a few minutes to read, but those minutes will last a lifetime.
The books on the library display shelf you used to occupy time until your mom could come pick you up from school.
The graphic novel you picked up when you were first getting into comics and could never find again.
The single lines or themes from stories you otherwise don't remember, save for the one thing that you saw and internalized as a new part of your personality.
Let's pour one out for the books that built us, even if we never could find them again, and couldn't of we wanted to.
When I was in elementary school I read a story about Roger Bannister, first man to run a 4-minute mile. He went to a one-room school, just like my mom, and his legs were horribly burned in a woodstove fire in the school. Told he likely wouldn't walk again, but his mother worked on his leg muscles with massage, etc., relentlessly. He ended up an Olympic athlete despite his terrible scars. Don't know why it made such an impression on me, but I've never forgotten.
We had a book when I was a kid that was filled with various stories- some were fantasies like the trials of Hercules. Others were semi-historical tales of various individuals like the guy who supposedly invented the ice cream cone or the dude who created vulcanized rubber. And it was packed with illustrations. I haven’t seen that book in decades but it absolutely shaped me.
aelaer
