Andrew Robinson about his first scene on Deep Space Nine

My favourite AU in the whole world by @jupiter-ash A Study in Winning ❤️❤️❤️ I miss them so much ❤️

Commission works :)

JohnLock for “A Study in Winning”

Alpacas Who Look Like Michael Sheen.

(Yeah, you knew this sort of thing was bound to happen. I have form in this field, after all.)

I am fascinated by the idea of the snake who makes his own garden.

This was a commission created by @dunyun-rings, whose art is always magical.

Tennis!Verse Update

Quick update from me since, uh, yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? I thought I would answer a few questions.

Yes, I am still writing in the tennis!verse. A Study in Love is about 25k words in but has currently stalled.

No, I don't know when I will be posting the next story in the tennis!verse (which may or may not be A Study in Love). I had hoped it to be this year, but it's looking doubtful now. Sorry.

Yes, I will be finishing the trilogy and hopefully more. I am that sort of obsessive person.

Yes, I am also still hoping to write a sequel to Man and Beast.

No, I have no idea when that might be finished either.

The main reason for the massive delay on everything is that from September 2012 onwards everything in my life went to hell and back. Long story short, the whole thing climaxed with a mental breakdown at the end of May 2013. Anxiety, depression, 2 months off work and a slow crawl back to normality ever since. It happens. I had a lot of brilliant support and I'm good now, but writing got put on the back burner and hasn't been completely picked up again. It will though, but that's why everything has been delayed.

The stories will happen though. :)

This is the first time I’ve ever seen an archer in a film run out of arrows or collect used arrows to reuse later.

Accuracy: You’re doing it right.

Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. Depression is humiliating. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. Depression is humiliating. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)

"If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier."

(via ladyw1nter)

Hugh Laurie, ‘Mystery’ from A Bit of Fry and Laurie.

Lyrics:

Mystery. All my life has been a mystery,

You and I were never ever meant to be,

That’s why I call my love for you a mystery.

Different country, You and I have always lived in a different country,

And I know that airline tickets don’t grow on a tree,

So what kept us apart is plain for me to see;

That much at least is not really a mystery.

Estuary. I live in a houseboat on an estuary,

Which is handy for my work with the Thames Water Authority, 

But I know you would have found it insanitary.

Insanitary.

Taken a violent dislike to me. 

I’d be foolish to ignore the possibility,

That if we’d ever actually met you might have hated me;

Still, that’s not the only problem that I can see.

Dead since 1973. You’ve been dead now…

Wait a minute, let me see;

15 years come next January.

As a human being you are history.

So why do I still long for you?

Why is my love so strong for you?

Why did I write this song for you?

Well, I guess that’s just a mystery.

You're as useless as a shoe shop in The Shire.

Only great people will understand this.

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This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of ...

Benedict Cumberbatch #21

Good copyediting there, CNN.