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theartofanimation: Nadiezda

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:02:31 -0400

theartofanimation:

Nadiezda

EEEEEEE I JUST READ YOUR JOHNLOCK GREASERLOCK FIC AND HOLY GUACAMOLE YOU HAVE A GIFT PLEASE NEVER EVER STOP WRITING !!!!!!! AMAZING !!!!!!

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:19:00 -0400

THANK YOU ANON

I NEVER PLAN TO STOP WRITING

I have so many exciting projects planned, I think you guys will like them oh so very much.

And, to be frank, I think the sequel will be even better than the original.

but ahh kisses THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO MESSAGE ME

For those of you who want to tumblr savior my responses to messages and asks, the tag is “omg...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:15:21 -0400

For those of you who want to tumblr savior my responses to messages and asks, the tag is “omg ppl are talking to me”

My fic will always be posted under the tag “my fic” so you won’t miss that, even if it’s a response to a request or an ask!

Wait...you wrote You Give Me Fever??! I read it last night! That was the best fanfiction I've ever read! You're an amazing writer! Thank you for that! Your greaserlock is phenomenal!

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:12:00 -0400

Thank you very much, darling!! I really appreciate when people take the time to send me a lovely message ;_; You have no idea how happy it makes me oh gosh

STAY TUNED PLENTY MORE TO COME ~~heh~~

IT HAPPENED! FOR HALF A SECOND I HEARD YOUR VOICE READING THIS FIC TO ME. OMG MICHI YOU'RE IN MY HEAD.

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:08:00 -0400

HI MANNA HULLO FROM LONDON OHGOSH HULLO FROM MY HOTEL IN LONDON

what fic are you reading?? Maybe when I come home I can make that vision a REALITY

I’m delighted to be inside your head. I’m delighted to be outside of it. I think I just like your head in general.

mermanryansfinds: The daughter of the sea (final version) by...

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:02:43 -0400

mermanryansfinds:

The daughter of the sea (final version) by *marcobusoni

wildfins: Out of Water by ~SaifulH

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:31:45 -0400

wildfins:

Out of Water by ~SaifulH

victoriousvocabulary: BÊTE NOIRE [noun] 1. French: literally,...

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:42:54 -0400

victoriousvocabulary:

BÊTE NOIRE

[noun]

1. French: literally, “black beast”.

2. something especially hated or dreaded; a bugbear; something to be avoided.

3. a detested person.

[Martynas Pavilonis]

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Mon, 20 May 2013 12:37:38 -0400

pastelmorgue: I feel you

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:02:55 -0400

pastelmorgue:

I feel you

theruffledmuffin: Because it’s obvious their love is true. All...

Mon, 20 May 2013 11:06:49 -0400

theruffledmuffin:

Because it’s obvious their love is true. All aboard the SS MichiKatz.

oh hey look falka it’s us, as a ship, as a cat

PERFECT

venvephe: George Lazenby isn’t my favorite Bond, but the scene...

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:55:23 -0400

venvephe:

George Lazenby isn’t my favorite Bond, but the scene where he wears a kilt as James Bond in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service…wow instant boner

One of the women writes her room number on Bond’s thigh in lipstick; upon seeing it I thought of John in that position but with Sherlock doing the writing…. It was also a nice excuse to draw John in a kilt, and some strong man thighs ;)

abitto: traumachu: I reached 300, so you guys get your porn!!...

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:51:26 -0400

abitto:

traumachu:

I reached 300, so you guys get your porn!! This was originally inspired by Archia’s amazing Greaserlock picture that she drew for You Give Me Fever, because I could. not. stop. staring. at. it.

John’s room is a fortress of innocence; palatial really, the way he’s constructed it for himself with his walls of summer-sky and movie posters, escapist windows into other worlds where he loses himself for a little while. Sherlock knows all about losing himself; in John’s skin and in his flesh, in the sound of John’s voice panting in his ear, those needy little sounds of desperation when Sherlock teasingly palms his cock. John’s skin is soft with youth but he doesn’t bruise easy, no, made of hardier stuff than that - and Sherlock knows with exacting sureness at what pressure he bruises - he’d taken it upon himself to personally acquire that most important bit of knowledge. John’s body like parchment inviting the bruising, mark him here, there, make sure he’s yours. Make it tabula rasa; rub out the old scars and start all over again. John has to be quiet, remember; maybe not so much with his mother home and sodden down with drink, but when Harry’s home they turn up the record player loud so that rock and roll drowns out the sounds of whimpers and moans, and John’s mouth is covered with Sherlock’s hand, his palm, sometimes sucking wetly on the fingers pushed inside - for comfort. Or he muffles himself with his own hand, the sheet, a balled up tie once, satin pushed against the back of his teeth, soaking up saliva on his tongue. The sound of a moan is a precious thing. When it flutters out of John’s mouth from the way Sherlock rubs inside his body, Sherlock wants to take that sound and pin it like a specimen. What a luxury it is to waste it, then, force it out with thrusts of his hips and to hear it mangled by the wet sounds made from fingers rubbing against a dripping tongue.

Bite the pillow, Sherlock encourages him when he turns him over, has him face-down so he can fuck him right and proper. Inside John is where he finds himself again: John’s body tight and clasping around him, shuddering and small beneath him, the press of their bodies together, chest to back and heart to heart. Thought of this, something like this, many a time watching John walk by in the school hallways, idle daydreams of having him against the lockers or over a desk or even over a locker room bench.

Never in a bed, never thought that far, never in the intimate sanctuary of John’s own room where he has him now, moaning into a pillow and small hands fisting into the sheets, pushing back against Sherlock as he pins him and fucks him hard. Scrape of his teeth against John’s skin and Sherlock bites down on the bad shoulder; remaking the area of injury into something that can belong to him. Fucks him like he wants to crawl up inside of him, figure him from the inside out and indeed that would be just fine. John’s little body just made for sex and vice from the way he shudders with pleasure around Sherlock’s cock filling him up. John is mumbling, words unintelligible and Sherlock never wanting to miss a word has to lean in close, tug John’s hair with his fingers to tilt his head back brushing deceptively sweet kisses against the side of his face.

“What is it?” Sherlock prompts him, breath hot and panting, his cock buried to the hilt inside of John.

“Sherlock,” John says, “more.”

~~Porn is such good inspiration~~

OH GOD IT’S PORN ABITTO YOU DREW PORN FOR ME OH GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW DID I MISS THIS

JESUS

sorry everyone this blog is temporarily NSFW

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THANK

~~I’m being totally spoiled with art i love you fandom ;_;~~

Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:56:40 -0400

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.

I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.

I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.

So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.

johnnybooboo: oh did i forget to post this how silly of me oh...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:31:09 -0400

johnnybooboo:

oh did i forget to post this how silly of me

oh my cOD

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Mon, 20 May 2013 08:38:01 -0400

daddyfuckedme: octopus eggs

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:42:56 -0400

daddyfuckedme:

octopus eggs

johnnybooboo: traumachu replied to your post: i wanna kiss u, u beautiful creature of majesty ...

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:40:32 -0400

johnnybooboo:

traumachu replied to your post: i wanna kiss u, u beautiful creature of majesty

deni your anons are the bestthat’s how I know u have quality blahg

/pets face suggestively and whispers in your ear

you wanna find an elevator or would you rather ride my helicopter

what is it about lifts? I ask as I stare into your gray eyes contemplatively

I flush. every five seconds. the toilet is still working.

seventy-five-percent-water: Gymnosomata, commonly known as Sea...

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:26:23 -0400

seventy-five-percent-water:

Gymnosomata, commonly known as Sea Angels. An apt name- the sea angels are the ethereal, translucent, fluttering angels of the sea.

In hard scientific terms, they’re small swimming sea slugs, but we’ll pass over that for now and just admire how delicately beautiful these wonderful creatures are.

johnnybooboo: so happy together kicks towards you ヽ(￣﹏￣;)ノ I...

Mon, 20 May 2013 05:08:01 -0400

johnnybooboo:

so happy together

kicks towards you ヽ(￣﹏￣;)ノ

I accept this au wholly with all of its great angst