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SPREAD THE WORD — Blogs with this profile picture and a bunch of random letters as the username have been following me on all my accounts in the last days, and I think it’s the blogs people are talking about, the ones that are giving people viruses; I almost opened one of those blogs by accident, SO SPREAD THE WORD AND IGNORE IMMEDIATELY AS SOON AS YOU SEE THAT PICTURE. Which is also sort of creepy.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. FUCK.
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//Sorry for the silent spell. I am not feeling so well in RL right now but I will try to get more things done.
She glanced over at him "No Im really not..." she explained as she ran fingers through her hair nervously and gave a small sigh. She'd read things, of course. She was like any other woman her age, married or not. She felt a small blush creep up her cheeks at the admittence. Not only was she not sleeping with her husband shed never slept with anyone. "So far as Ive read...."
"Well it's nice that I am not alone in this world. People keep being rude about about. I think it's quite intelligent to not simply go around rutting like animals." Sherlock of course viewed it as something positive. After all he had stayed a virgin out of free will. It had been often enough that people had proposed him, but he simply did not feel comfortable with the idea and hadn't felt attracted to anyone enough to risk overcoming his worries.
[Starter] The secret passion (Mary & Sherlock)
Mary nodded, then clapped as she watched his movements. “Brought like six liters! That’s an exaggeration, but still. The cashier at the store looked at me like I was crazy,” she laughed, hoping she wasn’t distracting him.
She brought her knees up to her chest, keeping her eyes on him. She’d only ever seen one male dancer, and that was when she was in high-school, and the boy hadn’t even been that good. But this, watching Sherlock dance, this was amazing. His body moved in such fluid movements, like it was made of water. Alternatively, she could see every solid muscle in his legs, and it amazed her that someone could move this way and still have bones.
One thing was sure, Sherlock never talked during his movements. Simply because he was not able to. It took too much concentration and effort to execute those highly precise jumps and turns that it was simply impossible for him to talk at the same time. So he only addressed Mary when he took a short break and fetched one of the water bottles. "I imagine. The most confused look I got so far from a cashier was when I bought four liters of yogurt to emulate a crime-scene. But imagine the looks I got from my dance instructor when I one day simply showed up with pointe shoes my size and trained with the girls, despite being told off."
After downing half a bottle of water, he got back to dancing, even smiling a little when his music player switched to one of his favorite pieces 'Danse de la Cygnets' from Swan Lake. The music was so delicate and still so powerful. Quickly he stopped the music and went to fetch the pointe shoes he had managed to get on short notice, preparing them for use by bending the hard sole, stitching in satin bands and burning off any loose threads with a lighter. When that was done he got back to it after taping his toes with special tape, making sure his feet were properly stretched and put on the shoes relishing in the feel of them, despite the pain since he had not used them in so long.
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//I'm sorry for being so quiet but I am not feeling well. So I think I will take a day off from rping.
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[Starter] The secret passion (Mary & Sherlock)
Mary found the room Sherlock had directed her to and eagerly slipped in, dropping the plastic bags next to the door and sitting down against the wall. She smiled and happily watched him stretch.
Mary had always respected dancers, mainly because she was so terrible at it. She could remember high school dances in the gymnasium, standing by the wall before getting pulled onto the dance-floor just to make a fool of herself. The only sort of dance she could be considered passable in was when she had a partner, and that was only because she didn’t have to lead. God, it would have been embarrassing if she couldn’t even dance with John properly at her own wedding.
"Ah you brought the water too. Wonderful." He got up from the floor and started with some more advanced movements. After all he had promised to show what he could do. Sherlock had been really good before he had stopped going to lessons. But he had never stopped doing the movements at home, so he had never gone out of practice completely and easily got back into the rhythms. Not being caught in a tuxedo and several layers of clothing too many to move freely helped a lot as well to regain his sense of movement. Switching the music to something a bit more energetic, he got right into it.
Oh this was far too awkward to discuss, and yet she couldn't shut up. "I suppose so yes..." of course damage didn't know, she'd never done it before but she knew enough from her own alone time (not that even happened all that often) "... A sort of... Build up of pleasure... Until the pressure explodes into a ...more powerful pleasure and then fades." she replied before taking a sip of tea.
"That sounds a lot like a drug high actually. Are you sure?" Sherlock didn't really have many people to ask about such topics, so he tended to interrogate the few willing subjects to his questioning as he was unwilling to simply go and try out those things himself. In that specific topic his scientific sense for adventure was cancelled out by anxiousness.
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autisticdeductions replied to your post:(( I hate when people I genuinely like hate on…
((Ugh I know how you feel dear :/ It happens to me constantly with Sherlock and generally liking Benedict.))
((YES that is exactly the problem I am having. I know that BBC Sherlock can be problematic at times, I know that the characters say and do things that piss people off and the writing isn’t always the best. But jesus, I like it, I can see the flaws and look past them, I’m sick of people trying to get me to hate on things I love.
I have this problem with pretty much my main three fandoms (Sherlock, Doctor Who, Spider-Man). I try to love it but people posting about their problems with it make me dislike it and feel guilty every time it comes on. I ALMOST CAN’T WATCH DOCTOR WHO AT ALL ANYMORE BECAUSE OF FANDOM WANK. Ugh.))
((Yeah I get what you mean :c People just don't want to accept that people can watch a show, accept it's flaws as flaws and still enjoy the rest. *hugs* ))
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Sushi is tasty, the portions are not overburdening my appetite and they come in lots of variations too. Splendid.
You belong to ME
John rose his brows as he looked at the other, much taller man who stood before him. It was secret, but John loved the look in Sherlock’s eyes. The type that was slightly animalistic, not cold, and the type that would control him. Like John secretly wanted to be controlled.
" Sherlock.. What are you taking about..?"
John’s eyes shut as he felt his body become numb, as if his body was floating in mid-air. He loved Sherlock, John loved Sherlock more than most everything in his life. The man needed Sherlock as much as he needed air, leaning and pressing kisses against the top of his scalp. John hushed him, promising that things would be alright, that he would get him the help he needed. Surely, he would phone Mycroft later, let him know this was his second time. John sniffled, knowing he would soon get a cold due to the water, but he didn’t care.
"I love you.. whatever you need from me.. Sherlock.. I’ll sleep with you tonight if you need me too." I need to watch you anyways.. drugs damage your body, your mind.."
Sherlock had almost dropped down into passing out when he had heard John's words that had shocked him right back out, like a jolt of electricity from a crash card. Drawing a shaky breath, the detective turned around to face the doctor, feeling as if he had been put into a haze of cotton ball clouds. Everything was slightly blurry and out of focus besides Watson. "Don't leave." That was all Sherlock could form at the moment with feeling so physically miserable. Everything hurt and finally he simply let himself fall, his face pressed against John's chest and submerged the rest of his body into the cold water, not able to keep himself upright any longer. "John... John..." The other man's name was starting to be a mantra in times of distress so he whispered it over and over while shaking terribly. It was starting to get too cold.
She frowned a little as he spoke but that frown ceased when he said she was better than that. Of course she knew she was but it meant a bit more coming from Sherlock so she didnt scold him for being cold to her. She took a few sips of tea, it really was quite good and she was glad Sherlock had strongly recommended it, as she listened to him talk though her eyes refused to watch him. “Usually has some sort of emotional entanglement that makes the pain, noise and uncomfortable feeling bearable up until that brief moment of sexual release. Aside from emotions? It’s the pleasure of it i suppose”
He fetched a mug from the kitchen counter and poured himself some milk, his number one food substitute, as it actually was food, before sitting down on the couch instead, not feeling like touching anymore rigid cucumbers at the moment. "Pleasure? As in pleasure aside from the actual point of release? The people in those videos I watched on John's laptop usually looked as if they were in agony." Then again, Sherlock did have trouble reading facial expressions on occasion and had to heavily rely on what he taught himself by using media and books.
[Starter] The secret passion (Mary & Sherlock)
[text:] No promises. MW
Mary giggled to herself as she tucked her phone into her pocket and slipped into a drugstore, where she bought around six bottles of water. The cashier gave her a funny look as he bagged the numerous water bottles. “They’re for a friend,” she said rather sheepishly, and handed him the money, before taking the bag and finding the nearest tube station.
Mary arrived at the warehouse in under ten minutes, the white plastic handles of the bag digging into her wrist. She could hear classical music playing—not very loud. She looked around. “Sherlock?”
Feeling sufficiently warmed up, Sherlock started to stretch his legs, feet and back with the motions he had still deeply engraved into his physical memory. The old pipe at one corner of his linoleum floor was just the right height for some barre exercises too. Perhaps he should keep this warehouse in mind if he got the urge to dance again. When he heard Mary call for him, he stayed put in the splits on the floor and shouted over. "Go through the door to your right. Walk approximately five feet and then use the left door!" The place had cracks and holes everywhere so it was not hard to shout from two rooms away. And he could easily deduce her position from the way her voice echoed around.
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