rewritten stuff

A rewrite of a rewrite of  ‘two flirty bastards meeting in a bar who eventually become Good Friends’


This place wasn’t a total dive. But it wasn’t the sort of place she’d expect anyone (herself included) to linger in, maybe someone would if they were having a really bad time of things lately. It wasn’t a place for lingering, it was a place for ‘discrete secrets’ and ‘quick credits’.

So it was the sort of place that was right up her alley.

She knocked back some of her drink.

She leant back slightly scanning the cantina, no one seemed to catch her eye. As strange as it seemed a rather mundane ragtag mixture of scoundrels, maybe a couple of ne’er-do-wells if you were really pushing it were actually all pretty standard as strange as that seemed.

She sighed, tapping her fingers on the table. Wondering if she should maybe just cut her losses. It wasn’t really worth staying around to soak up the ambience.

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A toon out of toontown news

Chapter three is live! (I’m going to tag these posts as story news if you want to skip these)

If you have any questions you want to ask me about the story, I’m planning on doing a Q and A at the end of every chapter. I’m giving my toonblr followers this announcement early to maybe have some example questions when I tell my readers it next chapter

Feel free to message me here or on and if you want to remain anonymous just tell me

The questions can be as simple as what are the fur colors of the Wildspeed duo? To, Are Tom and Jessica a thing? (Julia is aqua and Nick is green, and no they aren’t and never will be a thing)

Don’t know who those people are? Then feel free to check out my Toontown fanfiction A Toon out of Toontown! (not to be mistaken with a toon in cogs clothing)

Six days of work in a row after my days off being split last week and now I have two days off.

Hopefully I’ll get a bunch of editing done.  I have a chapter or two to add before I continue on editing already written chapters.  I’m almost to more recently written chapters in Shadowhand, so hopefully I’ll be rewriting less and do more actual editing.  I’ve only kept three or four chapters relatively the same so far.  I’ve rewritten A LOT of stuff.  Which is good, it had to be done.  Shadowhand has changed a lot since I first started it.  

I’m excited to be done with this draft and have a few people read it.  I’m pretty proud of this story and have loved these characters a long time.  

anonymous asked:

Literally I just saw TPLoSH again with a friend who immediately went, "yeah ok you got all the watson/holmes gay subtext but he totally falls in love with Ilse at the end," and I'm just like??? What??? Why??? I understand how you could possibly see it that way but tbh... come on... then I was down because of what that could mean for our johnlock but then I laughed at myself because seriously? Gatiss, a gay man, saw TPLoSH and certainly didn't love it - have his life changed by it! - because..1-2

Because of how holmes fell in love with ILSE/irene!!! What a crock of bullshit! And they wouldn’t have kept babbling about tplosh as template for sherlock if they didn’t take up the gay storyline, and PLUS!: ASIB as rewritten tplosh (lots of stuff parallels) is so much more explicitly gay than even plosh! And at the rate they’re going (tarmac, and especially TAB, here’s looking at you… THE “WHY DO YOU NEED TO BE ALONE” SCENE *wails*) lmao Gatiss would never make sherlock het! 😂 2-3

3-3 sorry there’s no real point to this message I just had to get it out because you’re a very kind person and because het people still upset me with how they can’t see the obvious sometimes :(( but tjlc is real and it’s gonna be so GREAT!

Hey, aww, thanks for your kind words! <3

OH YES, I love talking TPLoSH and ASiB parallels. I’ve got more thoughts about Irene, Gabrielle, and heteronormativity here.

But yeah, the surface/ some audience’s ‘automatic’ reading in TPLoSH and ASiB is that Sherlock falls in love with Irene/Gabrielle… but then, once you realise Sherlock is gay, then the story becomes (to me) much more complex and intriguing. As the Irene/Gabrielle love story is a fiction, then the focus shifts to what John’s reaction is to that ‘fiction.’ And, in both films, John is far from happy at the apparent romance between Sherlock and Irene/Gabrielle. Jealous, you might say. Hmm, I wonder why that might be? ;)

I love how they make John’s jealousy even more obvious in The Abominable Bride during the birdhouse conversation. John is the one to bring up how Sherlock seemingly ‘likes’ Lady Carmichael, even though Sherlock didn’t say a word… oh, it’s so cringingly transparent. It’s like when you have a crush and then you see them innocently interacting with another person and suddenly your whole world is crashing down: OH GOD THEY MUST LOVE EACH OTHER, I’M SO ANGRY-

Oh, poor John. Classic romantic conflict. It should be but couldn’t be an explicit love story between John and Sherlock in The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, but it can and will be one for Sherlock.

And, yes, it is going to be great! Beautiful, masterful storytelling! I can’t wait. <3

Originally posted by movinglikeclouds


Got some new video editing software, so I made a quick Greg/Rose mv. Was mostly just to test out the software, & I think i got the gist of it. :) But the vid turned out nice, so I thought I’d share.

concreteangel1221  asked:

Sleepless in Seattle: Outlaw Queen

Regina was driving home from another long night at the office when a familiar voice came on the radio.

“My name is Roland,” he said to the host of the program. Those distinctive tones could only belong to the child she had met the week before. His father was a carpenter that worked for her sometimes, and one day he had brought his son into work when he needed to do a quick job in her office.

At the thought of Robin and his little boy her heart fluttered. It had been a long time since she’d met anyone that had made her yearn for a family, but the two of them did. She purposefully put the thought away. Robin wore a wedding ring, after all, though he’d never mentioned his wife during their brief chats as he worked.

Regina pulled over to the side of the empty road so she could concentrate on the radio, unable to resist the pull of Roland Hood.

“Well, Roland. You sound a little younger than our usual callers.”

“I’m four,” he said proudly. Regina couldn’t help but smile. She pictured the adorable little boy, cradling the phone by his ear and her smile widened.

“And why are you calling tonight, Roland?”

Regina found herself holding her breath.

“I need to find my dad a wife,” the small voice said determinedly.

Regina’s breath left her in a whoosh. He wasn’t married. Divorced? Widowed? She reached for the volume controls and turned it up.

“Why do you say that, Roland?” the host asked kindly.

“He’s sad a lot and I want him to be happy,” the boy said simply. Regina’s heart melted.

“And what makes you think a wife would make him happy?”

“Because when my mum was alive he used to smile all the time. I know because he showed me photos. Now he doesn’t. I asked him if I could get a new mum, because I don’t remember having one. He said it wasn’t that simple, because he had me. I don’t know what that means.”

Regina smiled and was surprised to realise she had tears in her eyes. This selfless little boy only wanted his father to smile, and Regina couldn’t help but love him a little for that.

“He probably means that he wants to focus on raising you for a while.”

“But if Dad got married, he’d never stop being my dad, right?” Roland asked with uncomplicated child’s logic.

Suddenly, there was an older male voice in the background of the call. “Roland, who are you talking to?”

“The radio man,” he answered his father.

“What? Give me that.” There was a slight scuffle, and suddenly Robin’s voice was on the line. Regina closed her eyes and let it wash over and into her in the privacy of her car. “Who is this?”

“I’m Doctor Archie Hopper.”

“Oh, you. My son likes your show.” Regina could tell by his voice that he was dubious as to why. It did seem like a strange program for a four-year-old to enjoy listening to.

“Thank you. Your son called because he’s concerned about you.”

“He is?” The surprise in his voice was obvious.

“He expressed a desire to see you remarry. He thought it might make you happier.”

“I’m plenty happy,” he said, not quite disguising the lie.

“I think Roland might also miss having a mother. How long has it been since your wife passed away?”

“Two and a half years,” came the reluctant reply.

“And have you had any relationships in this time?”

There was a pause. “No.”

“No? No one has sparked your interest in all that time?”

Regina’s body froze. No breath left her lips as her eyes riveted on the radio.

“There is one woman,” he said slowly. “But I don’t think I should be talking about this.” There was an obvious frown in his voice.

“What’s this woman like?” Dr Hopper asked unperturbed. “Does she know how you feel?”

Robin let out a short laugh. “I hope she doesn’t know. She’s brilliant, ambitious, and extremely attractive. Stunning in every way. I don’t think she’d have the time of day for a humble widowed carpenter with a son.”

Regina’s heart stuttered in her chest. Dare she hope…?

“What makes you say that? Has she done anything to give you that impression?”

“I don’t know why I’m telling you about this.”

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone?”

“Yeah, you and all your listeners.”

“What is the chance that she’d be one of them?” Dr Hopper asked shrewdly. Regina had to admire his ability to press the man’s buttons.

There was a long sigh. “One Friday I asked what she doing that evening. She told me she had planned to work. When I told her that I had managed to get someone to watch my son for me, she looked almost…irritated. Either she really didn’t want me asking her for a drink, or she doesn’t have much fondness for children. Either way, it doesn’t bode well for me.”

Regina felt her heart squeeze. She remembered that day. It was the first time she had heard about his son. Combined with the wedding ring on his finger she had been so annoyed with herself at her inability to get the man out of her mind. She thought she’d told him to have a lovely date night with his wife before she’d walked off, but obviously not or this situation might have been cleared up earlier.

Regina’s heart ached at the thought that he’d misconstrued her expression. But what really set her mind and soul alight was the fact that he was interested in her. Very interested, by the sounds of things. She couldn’t decide whether she felt thrilled or relieved.

“Well, that is a tough situation. Given that this is the first woman that has interested you in a long time, don’t you think it would be worth pursuing, just so you know once and for all?”

Robin let out a long sigh and the spell of intimacy that had been growing between him and Dr Hopper clearly broke. Regina felt herself come back to earth as well.

“Maybe. Thanks for the chat.” Robin hung up before Dr Hopper could do his usual signoff.

Regina restarted her car and began her drive home, considering how she was going to proceed.


The next day one of Regina’s shelves mysteriously broke, and she called Robin over to fix it. The instant their eyes met she saw a faint blush stain his cheeks and wondered if he was remembering all the things he had said about her the night before.

He broke eye contact to look at the shelf and set his tools down. As usual, he began work immediately, with an efficiency she couldn’t help but admire.

“I was listening to the radio last night,” she mentioned casually. He froze.

“Oh?” he asked with a strangled voice.

“I was listening to Dr Hopper’s program,” she told him. He let out a long breath, still not facing her. Regina began to think that he was going to backtrack on all those lovely words he had said when he turned towards her.

“I’m so sorry, madam Mayor. I won’t let any inconvenient feelings on my part get in the way of our professional relationship.” His back was straight and the angle of his chin was proud. She slowly strolled towards him.

“And what about any inconvenient feelings on my part? What will you do about those?”

Robin blinked, clearly surprised, before his eyes darkened. He took a few steps in her direction until they were only a hand span apart. His eyes drifted down to her lips and Regina felt a delicious shiver go down her spine.

She leaned forward and he followed suit until their lips were just a breath from each other. They closed the gap between them, Regina’s hands clasping the lapels of his jacket. The kiss was firm, controlled; neither a tender meeting of the lips or a raging inferno of passion but something in between. It was the kind of kiss that only people who knew each other to the depths of their souls could kiss; warm, familiar and comforting.

They broke apart.

“I believe you owe me a drink,” she told him breathlessly.

He grinned and took her hand.

“Shall we?”

Part 2