Straight up. I’d rather cut off my balls then have kids. Haha
guys…GUYS…GUUUUYYYYSSSS!!!!!
Sherlock and John-Pinky and the Brain
FUUUUUUUU-
Gorgeous! Masterpiece! OH FUCKING GOD!!!
Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault.
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| — | I might just copy and paste this so I can have this perfect answer ready when people say things like “but how does this “rape culture” actually affect women?” (via fuckyeahclare) |
LMFAO Cover of the Day: After months of rearranging, 18-year-old Noah finally figured out how best to cover LMFAO’s “Sexy & I Know It” — and his rendition has just been named the day’s trending video by NBC’s Today show. You can almost see him blushing as he shares his big news with fans on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty obvious what’s going on here — Noah’s sexy and he doesn’t know it.
Fabulous voice. Fabulous cover.
![fuckyeahsherlockfanart:
fallen-saintsam:
lady-karasu:
random-nexus:
jamanddogtags:
sherlockspeare:
I think I should name this gorgeous fan art “Wow! Horse”. :)
So my darling Saint Sam decided that she had to draw some porn-ish thingy, like Naked John on a Horse And Sherlock With a Riding Crop. She’s so good at it.
Hnnng!
Oh. My.
[Hahaha - this is not my fault. *shifty eyes*]Mini-fic: -Spoils of War-
He had been surprisingly honorable on the field, which was quite rare. Whatever men liked to say in the comfort and safety of their own homes, or pubs, it was fairly uncommon in reality. When your life was truly in danger, when you were under fire, concepts like honor and courage were quickly given over for survival.
Sherlock was told that when he had been captured he didn’t curse, or plead; he saw his own situation, looked at his own options, and accepted it gracefully. Had he continued to resist they would have used leverage against him, but he may still have escaped at the cost of a few of his own men; again, he took the rare path. It was fascinating.
His own men found it less so; frustrated and confused by his lack of reaction – by his choice to act so contrary to the norm. They had stripped him bare, bound and lashed him; still, no reaction- he had borne it all stoically, quietly.
When he arrives before Sherlock – mounted naked on his own horse – he is neither a broken nor beaten man; simply defeated. His head is still held high, regardless of the humiliation and rough treatment visited upon him.
It is not pride or false bravado; he appears to have simply accepted the reality of his situation for what it was – seeing no point in useless action. His breathing is even, controlled; he gives every outward appearance of calm, though there is a subtle, quiet tension to him; a certain bracing for whatever may come next.
Sherlock raises his own riding crop after a moment, and there is no flinch, no fear from the man as it nears his face; he simply closes his eyes in forbearance when the tip is placed under his chin, pushes his head up.
“Captain John Watson…” And then he was watching down the length of the crop. Not the passive look of resignation, but calculating; reading what he could of Sherlock, of this new development. Good. Good. He can feel his lips curve up just slightly, and he really means it when he adds, “A pleasure to meet you.”
John’s eyes flashed with a subtle, banked fire; not diminished in the least by his treatment or position. After a moment he speaks, voice tight, angry, but still polite. “Would you do me the kindness of getting on with it already? Just kill me and be done with it; I’ve done nothing to warrant this.”
“Wrong!” The reply is sharp, instant, and he can feel the smirk grace his own lips as the other man startles; because in his own mind, he really hadn’t- has yet to understand. “You did; you caught my attention.” At this the riding crop is lowered, trailing down the other man’s body – over neck, torso, thigh – before coming to rest at his side again. “-and you will remain in my possession as long as you continue to be interesting.”
And now – here, the control cracks just a little; barest edge of panic showing through his control, cloaked with outrage. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh, but I can.” He smirks again, shifting his hold on the reigns, “Spoils of war.”
It will be stimulating, learning what makes this man tick; and he is always looking for a new distraction…
[So, yeah… I had made an off comment last night about wanting to write something for this just so I could legitimately call it ‘Spoils of War’. …and then Random-Nexus became an enabler… *shifty eyes* What? I’m weak!]
This was a request for my friend.
She asked me to draw something like ‘naked John riding a horse & riding crop’
I think she never forget to mention riding crop.(maybe forever?)
Anyway,thank you so much for writing this.
Your fic is so gorgeous.
O_O I AM SPEECHLESS. Both the picture and the fanfic are beautiful…<3](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzud1pZLT31qewsw4o1_1280.jpg)
I think I should name this gorgeous fan art “Wow! Horse”. :)
So my darling Saint Sam decided that she had to draw some porn-ish thingy, like Naked John on a Horse And Sherlock With a Riding Crop. She’s so good at it.
Hnnng!
Oh. My.
[Hahaha - this is not my fault. *shifty eyes*]
Mini-fic: -Spoils of War-He had been surprisingly honorable on the field, which was quite rare. Whatever men liked to say in the comfort and safety of their own homes, or pubs, it was fairly uncommon in reality. When your life was truly in danger, when you were under fire, concepts like honor and courage were quickly given over for survival.
Sherlock was told that when he had been captured he didn’t curse, or plead; he saw his own situation, looked at his own options, and accepted it gracefully. Had he continued to resist they would have used leverage against him, but he may still have escaped at the cost of a few of his own men; again, he took the rare path. It was fascinating.
His own men found it less so; frustrated and confused by his lack of reaction – by his choice to act so contrary to the norm. They had stripped him bare, bound and lashed him; still, no reaction- he had borne it all stoically, quietly.
When he arrives before Sherlock – mounted naked on his own horse – he is neither a broken nor beaten man; simply defeated. His head is still held high, regardless of the humiliation and rough treatment visited upon him.
It is not pride or false bravado; he appears to have simply accepted the reality of his situation for what it was – seeing no point in useless action. His breathing is even, controlled; he gives every outward appearance of calm, though there is a subtle, quiet tension to him; a certain bracing for whatever may come next.
Sherlock raises his own riding crop after a moment, and there is no flinch, no fear from the man as it nears his face; he simply closes his eyes in forbearance when the tip is placed under his chin, pushes his head up.
“Captain John Watson…” And then he was watching down the length of the crop. Not the passive look of resignation, but calculating; reading what he could of Sherlock, of this new development. Good. Good. He can feel his lips curve up just slightly, and he really means it when he adds, “A pleasure to meet you.”
John’s eyes flashed with a subtle, banked fire; not diminished in the least by his treatment or position. After a moment he speaks, voice tight, angry, but still polite. “Would you do me the kindness of getting on with it already? Just kill me and be done with it; I’ve done nothing to warrant this.”
“Wrong!” The reply is sharp, instant, and he can feel the smirk grace his own lips as the other man startles; because in his own mind, he really hadn’t- has yet to understand. “You did; you caught my attention.” At this the riding crop is lowered, trailing down the other man’s body – over neck, torso, thigh – before coming to rest at his side again. “-and you will remain in my possession as long as you continue to be interesting.”
And now – here, the control cracks just a little; barest edge of panic showing through his control, cloaked with outrage. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh, but I can.” He smirks again, shifting his hold on the reigns, “Spoils of war.”
It will be stimulating, learning what makes this man tick; and he is always looking for a new distraction…
[So, yeah… I had made an off comment last night about wanting to write something for this just so I could legitimately call it ‘Spoils of War’. …and then Random-Nexus became an enabler… *shifty eyes* What? I’m weak!]
This was a request for my friend.
She asked me to draw something like ‘naked John riding a horse & riding crop’
I think she never forget to mention riding crop.(maybe forever?)
Anyway,thank you so much for writing this.
Your fic is so gorgeous.
O_O I AM SPEECHLESS. Both the picture and the fanfic are beautiful…<3
Oh great… Lestrade’s my best friend and an old lady’s got a crush on me. Thank GOD Irene is a good kisser. Molly dislikes me, I’m cockblocked by Irene and all of that because I’ve got the BEST FUCKING LOVER - Sherlock.
So it turns out I’m John Watson.
You can pinpoint the exact moment our ovaries explode.
I would say that it’s just about when he starts opening his mouth wider.
There is the reason I never-EVER rotate it!!!
The Witcher: A Temerian Story - an all new Musical Coming to the House of Duchess Theatre
Casting has begun for an exciting new theatrical production based on the hit electronic video game series, The Witcher. The Witcher: A Temerian Story is a musical adaptation of the recent PC and forthcoming Xbox 360 game, The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings and is set to resurrect the adult musical genre with its unique and volatile mix of sex and the supernatural against the backdrop of a dark and violent fantasy world. The production will run exclusively at the House of Duchess Theatre in the West End from September 2012.
In the musical Geralt’s adventures through Temeria are packed with epic swordfights, unbelievable monsters and some of the most raunchy moments ever seen in the West End!
You can read more about the celebrities, who want to play their role in The Witcher musical here.
The Witcher: A Temerian Story will run exclusively at the House of Duchess Theatre in the West End in September before embarking on a world tour in early 2013.
For more information on The Witcher: A Temerian Story, stay tuned the House of Duchess website over the coming weeks.
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WishroomExclusive preview of the Scoia’tael rehearsals!:
I SOOO FUCKING NEED THIS IN MY LIFE!!!
