It is More Joy Day
So I present links to a couple of fics from various fandoms that make me laugh like an idiot:
They Grip the Ground by
giddygeek (TW)
Patrick's Desperate Plan To Stop His House Expanding And Its Unexpected But Ultimately Pleasant Result by
toft_froggy (SGA)
adult John Watson gets stealth adopted by Mummy Holmes (Sherlock)
And a random selection of P.G. Wodehouse:
"Well there it is," I said, and went into the silence. And as he, too, seemed disinclined for chit-chat, we stood for some moments like a couple of Trappist monks who have run into each other by chance at the dog races.
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The face was drawn, the eyes haggard, the general appearance that of one who has searched for the leak in life's gaspipe with a lighted candle.
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The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg.
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Pongo shuddered, accordingly, and in addition to shuddering uttered a sharp quack of anguish such as might have proceeded from some duck which, sauntering in a reverie beside a duck-pond, had inadvertently stubbed its toe on a broken soda-water bottle.
They Grip the Ground by
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Patrick's Desperate Plan To Stop His House Expanding And Its Unexpected But Ultimately Pleasant Result by
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adult John Watson gets stealth adopted by Mummy Holmes (Sherlock)
And a random selection of P.G. Wodehouse:
"Well there it is," I said, and went into the silence. And as he, too, seemed disinclined for chit-chat, we stood for some moments like a couple of Trappist monks who have run into each other by chance at the dog races.
~
The face was drawn, the eyes haggard, the general appearance that of one who has searched for the leak in life's gaspipe with a lighted candle.
~
The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg.
~
Pongo shuddered, accordingly, and in addition to shuddering uttered a sharp quack of anguish such as might have proceeded from some duck which, sauntering in a reverie beside a duck-pond, had inadvertently stubbed its toe on a broken soda-water bottle.