Not today Justin
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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if i look back, i am lost
shark vs the universe
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we're not kids anymore.
Mike Driver
occasionally subtle
YOU ARE THE REASON
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almost home
trying on a metaphor
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@daddystamedkitten
#I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I SAY THAT I GENUINELY THOUGHT THERE WAS GOING TO BE A HANDJOB IN THIS SCENE #THIS IS THE MOST SEXUAL-NON-SEXUAL SCENE I HAVE EVER WITNESSED #PUT YOUR TONGUE AWAY YOU FILTHY CRIMINAL #YOU STOLE MY INNOCENCE AND REPLACED IT WITH LUST #also known as the moment i finally fell deep into the pit of desperation and desire for andrew scott
I died.
me: *comes out of room*
parents: oh! lord have mercy! she came out of her cave!
me:
Textbook Relationship
"Professor James Moriarty." the man offered, lifting a hand for an open palm wave as he introduced himself to his new class.
The newest addition to the campus’s educational staff, one James Moriarty. He’d just transferred from the University of Dublin to teach at the University of Oxford. A beautiful chance that very few in his field received, to not only travel, but broaden his horizons as an educator.. Naturally he took it. After a fairly cheap trip from Dublin, Ireland to Oxford, England. He’d settled into his new apartment, and his new desk. Now he was introducing himself to his students. Everything was all… well, new. But part of him knew he’d be able to adjust in no time. After already being there at least a week, the man had already set goals for himself. Along with standards.
John hurried into the class, his books tucked under his arms, a pen in his mouth and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He hated being late, but this year his schedule was so tightly packed, he didn't really have much of a choice. While he had a rather valid excuse, and even had a note form the Dean, saying he had excuse tardiness, it didn't cut the embarrassment of walking into a lecture hall after the class had already begun. Especially since he had to walk up to the front of the class and show the professor his excuse letter.
He took a deep breath, straightened himself up a bit before he pushed through the door, stepping into the lecture hall. He swallowed heavily and set his stuff down at one of the back seats, pulling his letter out of his folder. He headed down the stairs, his own version of a walk of shame, glancing up at the professor. He was a rather attractive man, dark hair, beautiful, deep eyes. He was enchanting.
So wrapped up as he was with observing his professor, he hadn't noticed the foot stuck out into the aisle as he was walking until he felt himself falling forward, gravity betraying him and pulling him down. He tumbled down the stairs, landing at the bottom, whimpering a bit, rubbing his head.
Fed With Needle and Thread
Today was an important day. The last line of his fall design was to be viewed by the most strict critics in London. His career as of late was less than exceptional. He felt as though he was going through a dry spell. Which, was never good for a fashion designer. Everything was based upon the moods, and the seasons. However, today, he found himself on his way to sell the last of his designs for the fall line, and have them published. Giving to light the very last of his creations for the year.
He was in the lobby of the building of which the meeting would be held, his designs tucked under his arm, his phone in his free hand. All the while, his eyes on the receptionist that sat behind her desk, at the end of the long line, or potential customers, buyers, business men and women.
It'd been another long day at work, trying on clothes, taking clothes off, trying on other clothes. Posing however he was asked to pose, doing whatever he was asked to do. No breaks, usually. Sometimes he was allowed one or two short ones. He was tired of these working conditions, but he was hoping that this time, it would be his big break. He needed this.
He got the news, and it wasn't good. He had gotten rejected AGAIN. This was what he thought to be his last shot. He gathered his things, anger boiling in his chest. He stormed out into the lobby, heading for the door, growling something about being sick and tired of always being last, and not being good enough for these "fancy ass fucks."
First character to put a collar in my inbox owns mine as a pet.
➳♥
His leg began to bounce, holding the youth on his lap. Lips brushing over the nape of his neck, as he slowly found himself grinding up against the blonde. “You’re so cute… Young…” Oh how James’ almost threatening hunger for youth was taking him over. “Tell me… Do you like it here? On daddy’s lap? With daddy so close…?”
The blonde bit his lower lip, tilting his head to the side to leave his neck more accessible to the older male, his pulse racing as he adjusted himself in the others lap. "I love it here. There's no place I'd rather be than on your lap, Daddy..." he breathed, licking his lips. "I wish you would be closer...you're never close enough, it seems."
//OOC: A bit of a monologue I wrote the other night.
It’s raining, it’s pouring
Sherlock is boring.
I’m laughing, I’m crying
Sherlock is dying.
Me when my muse gets kissed:
When my muse is in a relationship:
When my muse is getting sexy time:
When my muse gets heart broken:
When someone decides to kill my muse while rp:
When someone decides it’s a good idea to say I love you to my muse:
Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes attend regular-people school for one year as children.
Great shenanigans ensue.
Do not use without my permission.
//OOC:
Okay, okay, I don't care how bad it sounds, but I am TOTALLY shipping Dexter with his brother right now. Like seriously.....WTF. There's some serious connecting going on there. And it's adorable. This is the only time Dexter has really shown any sort of regret. Like WHAT? It's adorable!!!
So excuse me. I'm obviously watching Dexter. And I'm only on season 1. I know Brian is probably going to end up dead by Dexter's hand within the episode, but.....SHIP. I will create an AU in my head where they run away together or something.
.....alright, back to business as per usual.
Finding a Place to Belong
Trees were like a second home to him, he could get comfortable in trees, knowing he’d be safe. So much so, that he hadn’t even realized that he’d drifted off to sleep. He also hadn’t realized that he had started to gather a crowd beneath the tree of curious eyes and pointing fingers, all wondering what the strange kid was doing up in the tree in the park.
It wasn’t until he heard someone yelling that he stirred and rubbed his eyes. “Five more minutes Daddy…” he mumbled sleepily and rolled over, nearly falling from his perch. The jolt of gravity trying to drag him down woke him up and got his blood pumping. He quickly scrambled back to his place in the tree and peeked down at all the faces looking up at him. The only one that stood out was that of a dark haired man with an earphone in his hand and the other in his ear.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to get a sense for if any of the people below were there to cause him harm, or if any were a danger. Upon deciding that he’d more than likely be fine he came down a few branches, hanging upside-down to smirk at the dark haired man. “You rang?”
The young man hanging upside down in front of him seemed… harmless. To say the least, but James would be lying if he said he didn’t hold a certain amount of curiosity with him, “You know… It’s not exactly polite to cause such a scene in a public place like this…” Moriarty found himself taking a few steps forward, until his head was inches below the young boys. “Maybe you should come down.. Bring your things with you? I mean, you’ve no real reason to be cooped up there anyway, I’m sure.”
By now, the kids around him were all gathering about the criminal, their views aimed up towards the very thing that was holding his focus. Although he noticed that most of the children were being curious, he decided not to pay too much attention to it. He found himself wondering just what the young boy could do. What his talents were, and how he could be of helpful service in Jim’s business. The dull roar of the Bee Gees from his one removed earbud made him rush back to reality with eager eyes, and a cunning wit.
“So, monkey boy. What’ll it be? Are you just going to sit there and hand in your tree all day, or are you going to come down here and join us normal people?” Naturally, James assumed the youth would join him. Old, young, it didn’t matter what the person in question was, it was extremely rare when he was told no.
The young man watched the attractive dark haired man get closer to him and smiled lightly, watching also as the rest of the small crowd got closer. It was like he was some sort of circus act and they were all gathering round to see what hoop the tiger would jump through next. "I'm not exactly 'cooped up here', Mr. Suit." he said, smirking a bit.
The man amused him. He seemed like the kind of person that was used to getting 'his way or the highway' sort of treatment. He wondered if he could have a bit of fun and push the man a bit, see how far he would go. The kids around the well-dressed man were starting to murmur amongst themselves. He picked up on a few things being said, none were very nice things. He decided to simply ignore the silly insults. He knew he was different from the 'normal' people. He'd always been different.
"Not a monkey boy, Suit. I'm more a tiger than a monkey, so watch out~." he purred, winking and swinging back up to lay on the branch, a leg and an arm hanging over the edge, still peering down at the man, his eyes bright with curiosity. "And you'll find that I'm not quite....'normal'. Normal is boring. So why would I want to join you....'normal' people when it's much more fun, let alone safe, up in my tree?" he asked. "What's in it for me if I come down, Suit?"
OK THERE IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SHOW YOU GUYS
LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MAJESTIC CREATURE. THIS MY FRIEND, IS A TIGER
THEY ARE PRETTY MUCH THE GREATEST THING EVER
THEY EVEN COME IN WHITE
LOOK AT THOSE FUCKING PAWS I JUS T WANT TO TOUCH THEM
AND THEIR BABIES LIKE ARE THEY EVEN REAL
ARE THEY??????
AND I’M NOT GONNA SAY THEY’RE HARMLESS BUT ILY
IT’S EATING FROM A BOWL I’M SCREAMING
HONESTLY THEY JUST REALLY BIG KITTIES
SUP BITCHES LETS DO SOME SWIMMING
THEY ALSO LIKE SNOW
LIKE CAN U NOT BE SO PERF???
T I G E R S
This one's for the fangirls and boys:
(Inspired by this post)
YOUR TUMBLR REST AND STRETCH IS HERE!
NOW STRETCH YOUR NECK ACCORDINGLY!
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this is literally the best thing
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this speaks to me on an emotional level
J.K Rowling added this to the series.
Send me a Symbol
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
☎: For a drunk phone call.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
