Nothing to see here. You can also find me and my nothingness on LJ (my primary fandom base) and on AO3 (my story home) under the same stupid name of holyfant.
I dreamt that I was teaching a class on French writers (?) in a very bright and warm place that looked like the Sahara. The kids were all sitting behind a white sheet that flapped in the breeze and there was a palm tree and it was actually all really nice, except there were also soldiers in the improvised classroom. They weren’t really doing anything though, just stood there looking mildly threatening with their guns, so I just kept going and talking about Victor Hugo (?!). Suddenly Benedict Cumberbatch burst in and said that it was imperative that he follow this lesson for the preparation for his next role (???!!!), so he sat down in the back and started taking notes. I got so flustered by his presence that I got confused and kept talking about James Joyce instead of the French writers I was supposed to be talking about. The soldiers really didn’t like that and said that I needed to be careful or they’d start shooting, and there were actually pretty scary now, and I said that I’d die before I’d let them harm any of my pupils and one of them said “that can be arranged” (????!!!! lol what a terribly cheesy line).
And Benedict got up, menacing and tall, and he said, slowly, with the way that he has of enunciating every letter: “I will help you,” and THEN WE GOT ALL OF THE KIDS TO SAFETY BY THROWING THEM OUT OF THE WINDOWS (??????!!!!!!! hahahaha) AND FOUGHT THE SOLDIERS TOGETHER AND IT WAS INCREDIBLY BAD-ASS AND BENEDICT SAID I WAS A GOOD TEACHER WHILE SHOOTING ONE OF THE SOLDIERS WITH HIS OWN GUN
AND HE ALSO SAID HE WANTED TO TALK MORE ABOUT JOYCE ONCE WE FINISHED WITH THE SOLDIERS HAHAHA
I DON’T EVEN KNOW GUYS
THIS WAS A REALLY GOOD DREAM