February 2012
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“Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from...”
– The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine (via gypsy-sunday) This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media.  (via raeseddon) This is being posted on my Facebook page. I feel like I’m coming out of the fanfiction closet. (via...
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hannahrrrr asked: Kerry, Kerry sweetie, why are you reblogging me, you're at a party. It's unsociable. Are the boys really being that boring? Get them to drunk call me or something, that's fun right?
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I'm supposed to be doing homework right now...
But I thought I’d write some Sherlock fanfic instead. No regrets.
Feb 20th
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Is it possible to be in love with a meme?
waitfortheawesomeness: Must.Quote.This.
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My brain has a serious case of Sherlock overload
Still no regrets.
Feb 16th
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Roleplaying as Sherlock with my best friend.
I regret nothing. 
Feb 15th
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Kerry, you're giving me feels.
hannahrrrr: Feeeeeels. Hey I’m just going with the flow ;)
Feb 15th
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Times I could not love Kerry more:
hannahrrrr: Now. The things I do for my Wifey ;P
Feb 14th
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Note: This story started off as a short fic for my friend. It quickly became much longer and very, very cracky. It’s also the first Sherlock fanfic I’ve written in my life. If anyone has any feedback or cc then they’re very welcome to message me :) Anyway, dedicated to my wonderful Wifey, Hannah (hannahrrrr) - Happy Valentine’s Day! <3 ~~~~ John Watson lay in an...
Feb 14th
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harlequinraven: Roses are red, At least in my vision, Being without you, Is not my division. - Lestrade.
Feb 14th
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Reblog if you struggle with depression, or an...
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“You have your happiness and your freedom, and I just sit here as my dreams are...”
Feb 11th
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The Heartbreak Diaries
Part 3. Well you made me fall for you And boy I fell so hard It’s not like I hadn’t said That I was already scarred. At first it seemed so perfect It was like a dream come true But it seems that things were different for me Than they were for you I wanted you to love me And to treat me kind But it’s so hard to battle The demons in your mind. I want so bad to tell you The thoughts inside...
Feb 11th
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The Heartbreak Diaries
Part 2. There was a girl who lived and breathed the world. She had clear blue eyes and red hair, and everything she said whispered ‘I am so alive.’ Then she fell in love with a boy. She tried to show him her beautiful world, but he couldn’t see it. He was too locked in his own life of darkness and despair. Nevertheless, she loved him with all her heart, and gave him everything...
Feb 11th
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The Heartbreak Diaries
Part 1. “Have you ever been heartbroken?” She asked, her eyes fixed firmly on his and brimming with tears. He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” “It starts with shock; this jolt in your heart. It feels surreal, like you’re dreaming, but then it starts to sink in, and you begin to cry. And once you’ve started, you can’t stop. The tears fall, and they...
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The winter wind whistled down the dark and empty street. The trees creaked and swayed, and ice hung in the night air. Street lamps flickered and blinked out, the moon glistened above the towering sky-scrapers and the sound of silence reverberated all around. At the end of the street stood a girl, leaning back against the side of a boutique, her face masked by the shadows. Her hair was long and it...
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