Dear Holmes Wing!fic dream with added Jules Verne influence:

That? That was bloody awesome. From growing wings to escape Moriarty to the whole flying through London thing right through to being captured and taken to the moon base (yeah, moon base. A la Jules Verne, with cavorite. I love my brain). I would really loved to have remained asleep and found out if Watson and Mycroft were going to stage a rescue, but oh well.

This is what I get from reading so many Sherlock Holmes fics. AND IT WAS AWESOME.

And today on the Humanity Sucks front:

I'm not entirely sure how someone's train of thoughts can lead them to decide that the right course of action upon seeing an old lady collapsed on the pavement with two police and a civilian bystander trying to help her is to complain that she ought to be covered up, because you can see her legs and up her skirt and 'it's disgusting'.

Seriously, what sort of excuse for humanity does that? I mean, I've read ne-nazi pamphlets and tretises on how to run gas vans, not to mention keeping abreast of the American Republican election, and I have never seen anything that revolting. Even the policemen looked sick.

Finally, people who love Portal and Tim Burton can share the love