It was a night like this when I found my Power, dark and alone amongst the stars.
I felt the world echo through me with every breath.
Every moment was a promise; I am a reckoning.
It was really windy and rainy a few days ago, and it reminded me of one of the nights I was on my lambing placement. I was in a large shed with a tin roof, assisting with a difficult birth at night, probably around 10pm ish. The wind was howling and rain was pattering on the roof and I felt POWERFUL. I felt like an Earth mother or a fertility goddess. I was pulling this new life into being, helping it take those first trembling breaths! And this being the English countryside, miles from anywhere, it felt like I could see every star ever! I felt amazing! I remember that feeling with the wind and hoping to feel that again.
Let the thunder shake my bones
I have no use for quiet misery
These hands have brought forth new light
I shall overcome
I am the hush after the boom
The still in the storm
I stand strong
Life can! Life will!
The joy, the fear!
It bursts forth, trembling into the world
Of a storm I am born
And of a storm I am borne
I have strength
EDIT: fixed it! By which I mean, I have made a new email address and switched fandom things to that address that cooperates and have figured out the likely reason why I had the problem. Problem averted!
Writen for the Wholockians fanfic contest. Prompt 1:
It was interesting watching Sherlock and John try to process what was happening. Interesting and terrifying. Anthea may have been on the opposite end of England, watching through a camera streamed to her phone, but the statues, or at least what she had first thought to be statues, were quite scary. How else could you describe statues of angels that tried to kill you by…harvesting your time energy? Was how Sherlock had just put it if her lip-reading was as good as she thought it was --–it was--- and shoving you back in time… but only if you weren’t looking at them.
It was all quite absurd when you think about it, but she’s pretty good at not thinking about it. Anthea found it to be a very necessary skill in working for Mycroft Holmes. Otherwise, one tends to question the moral implications of many things.
But back to the point. Statues that could kill. Just a teensy bit problematic. Why was Sherlock yelling “Vatican Cameos?” Anthea knew it was code for hit the deck but how would that help? Oh, the statues were all looking at each other now that Sherlock and John were no longer in their lines of sight. Clever boy. Ah, and John’s caught on. His back is towards the camera, but judging by the shaking of his shoulders, he’s… giggling?
Title: An alien, a Centurion and a Detective walk into a bar...
Contest Prompt Used: numero uno. Gotta love gifs
Summary: A night out with the boys never goes quite as it should.
Of course they were in this mess. Given Amy’s luck, what else could happen during a simple get-together with her mates besides being on the wrong end of an alien invasion? (Again. Really, it was getting tired. Don’t they have anywhere else to invade? Earth isn’t actually that amazing that it needs to be invaded what seems like every week.) On the other hand, Amy thought, she should probably be glad that, unlike the average person, her mates included the Doctor and the Last Centurion, and one could never even think of forgetting River Song. Who, apparently, was drinking buddies with Sherlock Holmes (The Sherlock Holmes. The one from the Richard Brook/Moriarty thing. Yes, that one) and his friends. So really, no better people to be invaded with. And at least that DI, whassisface, Lestrade was nice about it. When Sherlock dismissed her, and that blogger fellow, John protected her, Lestrade just handed her a gun and let her loose.
- Current Music:Like Father, Like Son
Dear UK Flisters,
I know I'm preaching to the choir with you guys when it comes to LGBT equality, but believing something is fair and actually getting off your bum and doing something about it doesn't always follow like it should. So here's a little (and slightly preachy) reminder!!
Three things I'd like you all to do before you go to bed tonight (if you haven't already)
1/ Go here and sign the C4EM's petition for marriage equality. This is the simplest and probably most visible way to show your support. It currently has 60,000 signatures -- the petition against (by C4M) has over 500,000!!!
2/ Go here and fill out the government's consultation. It might take a little bit longer, but you can bet that for every pro-person who doesn't find the time, there will be dozens of 'anti' people who will.
3/ Email your MP. There's a handy template there for you to use so you don't even have to think of what to say. Also, you can go here to see where your MP stands on the issue. A hugely important thing to do because the majority of MPs will be voting with their conscience rather than following the party line, so make sure you let yours know your feelings.
4/ Okay, so I lied. There's actually a fourth thing. And that is simply spread the word. The consultation ends in two day - it's our last chance to get as many people mobilised as possible. So tweet it, Facebook, blog it, beat your friends and family around the head with it until they give in!!! And if you want to repost to your own journal (and please feel free to edit), here's an ever-so helpful button