Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.
—  Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

So this is the commission for Atlas290.

I spent quite some time working on it and made quite few changes here and there, but I hope it was what was asked. ^^ I had fun and anger working on this, but overall I learned new things aand how to not manage folders, there are different versions out of it, but I will only upload the decent ones here on my blog ;3

There will be animated version out of it in couple days ^^ (Well depending how private Atlas wants to keep them.)

Original size 3000x5000 pixels. ^^

I thank Atlas for commissioning me to do this!


1. Lovely necklace with my name on from Mel’s Collection

2. I cant wait to dye my hair! Thank you Funky Streaks for sending me 2 of these dyes.♥
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The Gap

There’s nothing in the world Sherlock hates more than hippies, and the goddamn zaniest looking one he’s ever seen is moving in exactly 98 feet away.

I think this might be our first 1960s fic on the blog! And it’s an excellent one as well. The basic premise is that Sherlock is a uni student who hates hippies, presumably because he just doesn’t have the time/energy for them and thinks pacifism is futile. John—who is the hippiest hippie that ever hippied—moves in across the street, and the two of them sort of gravitate around each other for a bit before their inevitable attraction pulls them in. I know the idea of John as a hippie might seem ridiculous, but the author explains it perfectly, in a way that makes it so obvious that John would have been a hippie, you’ll wonder how you ever doubted it. This is a solid decade fic, rife with the slang and atmosphere of the time, and I’m a big fan of this author’s writing style, with its short segments intermixed with longer exposition. It’s a bit odd to imagine the ’60s happening in the heart of London, but I’m not versed enough in the decade to know what it was truly like. Mycroft was a giant, annoying git in this, but it honestly just made him quite true to his character. The fic gets notably heavy in some places as John and Sherlock delve into the politics of the era—war, police brutality, racism, protesting—which is offset by the almost comical beginning. It’s a dichotomy that I appreciated since it showed both sides of what living in another decade is like. If I had to complain about something, I’d say I thought Sherlock’s struggle was a bit dramatic. I mean, if Mycroft had been truly forcing him to conform to some 9-to-5 drone life, I would have found it more believable, but Sherlock gets to hang out in his flat all day and experiment. I just didn’t find his opposition-to-hippies-becomes-inner-turmoil-about-conforming believable, but there’s always a chance I missed something. I really recommend this fic, whether you’re a fan of the ’60s or not. It’s well-written and really resonates. It was also quite funny in places!

Pairings: John/Sherlock

Rating: Teen and Up

My Rating: A

Warnings: 1960s, angst, politics, hippies, class discrimination

Word Count: 8,288

My Favourite Quote:

“Murder on the battlefield is honourable. Murder anywhere else is punishable by death. You see why this is so messed up?” John glares at his lap. “I have to go to the march. I have to hold onto my values. I refuse to flake out.”

Sherlock gets to his feet, lifting the tray with numb fingers. “Be careful, John. Mind the gap.”

“Careful?” John gives a harsh bark of laughter. “Caution is why the world is the way it is today.” He rises and pushes his door open, glancing back over his shoulder with a terrible sadness. “Caution is the disease.”

Read it here, by Spark_Writer.