I’m going to miss Doctor Who tomorrow because I am in my best friend’s wedding.
For Let’s Draw Sherlock, based off of the Absinthe Robette poster by Henri Privat-Livemont (one of my favorite pieces of art in existence, and the fact that it was made as an advertisement doesn’t detract from its value at all, in my opinion.) I couldn’t not attempt this image. Bonus - tiny John and that sneaky wallpaper! This was somehow both the most tedious and most enjoyable thing I’ve drawn in a long time!
Oh man, this Absinthe poster is in my living room. Ha!
That felt very “Exit Wounds” to me.
Except no one died. How/why? Was that actual facts the finale?
Things I liked (in no particular order):
1) God is sexist. Self-awareness maybe? I like it.
2) “What show have you been watching?”
3) Crowley’s ringtone; while not as good a plot point as “Stayin’ Alive” I laughed just as hard.
4) Crowley singing “Changes.”
5) Naomi’s character arch.
6) Naomi in general.
7) The dudes in the bar. I love them. I love Dean’s reaction to them.
8) Dean and Sam. Take all my tears. Go ahead. So many brother-feels.
Naomi and Crowley are giving me all the feels tonight.
I have no idea what that movie is, but I think that was Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Mrs Fredericks and Jared Harris narrating and I thought it was a Fables movie because the guy called her a Mundane but it’s not but I will still watch it probably.
I guess I should start working on my “CJ Cregg meets Benny from Supernatural in a bar” fic.
I’m never listening to analineblue again.
It’s Doctor Who finale next week.
It’s Supernatural finale next week.
Superwholock Hellatus returns.
No one is safe.
If you are not a part of one of these three fandoms, I recommend you run. Quickly.
Season finales never end well with us.
Good luck, my friends. I have a feeling we are going to need it.
In the middle of a huge dressing room, my best friend put her veil on my head.
It was her final (well, penultimate) dress fitting. It was me, her, and her mother. I’d never felt so honored.
But there I stood with a veil on my head, and I laughed, and said, “This is a one time deal. I’m never getting married.”
Without a beat, her mother took my hand and started reading my palm.
“Well,” she said, “I can tell you you’re having one girl - maybe two children, but definitely a girl. You’re going to have a good marriage. Only one, no divorce. And there was someone, but they weren’t good. Forget them. Just…they’re not worth your time. You’re not going to die young, so don’t worry about that. You’re at war with yourself. See here? The line separates. It’s your head and your heart. They aren’t on the same - the same page. You feel one thing and think another.”
She stated at my hand for some time, twisting and turning it.
“And,” she finished, “you have two careers. Or you will. No, you do. There’s the career you have now, and the career you’re passionate about. When you’re…35, 38, that’s going to switch. That second thing is going to be - you’re going to be really successful with it.”
“You’re writing!” my friend gasped.
(“You’re writing!” said my boss, coworkers, friends, mother after I told them.)
I tried very hard not to cry. Not because of the possibility that these things were true. Not for any belief. But because this woman I barely know had only kind, wonderful things to tell me about myself, about my future - because this woman I barely know wanted me to smile.
I still don’t know how I feel about the potential of psychics - what she said about my heart and head is true, at least, and illustrated in my own faith in that impromptu reading. But I’m posting this to remember, that I may come back in ten years time and see if perhaps any of it has come to pass.
And to remember the kind things someone once said, and the belief of my acquaintances that I can in fact do the one thing I dream of doing.