~Iron bell affiliated~

my name is lanne pronounced LUN for all the uncultured swine out there

[shsl-musicproducer]

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[shsl-actor]

 Lanne was about to reply to the concerns of the other people she had engaged, but her attention was quickly diverted to the figure trying to leave the room. 

Upon his head was a helmet and he seemed unusually covered up, almost to a suspicious amount. She half expected him to reveal himself as the kidnapper any moment, but then she realized that he was unconscious at one point as well and the likelyhood of the kidnapper making themselves unconscious as well was very low.. Unless he planned to-

She decides not to overthink this for a timely sake, making a decision right then and there. Her legs carried her over to him within seconds in a sort of awkward speedwalk, hooking her finger on his collar and tugging it sternly.

"Didn’t you hear the lady? She said stick together."

[shsl-musicproducer]

"Hrrrrrrk….!"

Aidan squealed, jolting to a stop. He froze for a few moments, remaining silent.Who… who… w-who grabbed his collar?! Oh, god. He couldn’t deal with people now — well, he couldn’t deal with people ever, but — especially not now! He was definitely in no emotional state to talk to anyone. People just made him feel like a total wreck and they made him feel like squirming and god did he feel like squirming — God, god, god this person needed to go away…!

With his shoulders stiffly in place, he slowly lifted up his shaking arm towards his aggressor, swiping her finger off his collar. Gosh, how polite, Aidan. Though honestly, he couldn’t help it — she was just so, so very close to his helmet and he couldn’t have her touching it and possibly —

"P…Please, don’t… d—… touch me…!"  he barely uttered out, swiftly taking a few steps away from the girl before turning around to face her. "I… J-Just… I didn’t hear anything, I… W-w-what do you want from me?!"

He continued blubbering incoherently to himself, cautiously taking steps further and further away from her; his fingers twisted around his forearms, grappling them again and again uncomfortably. Even though she had merely grabbed him by the collar, he made it seem as if she had held a knife to his neck — with the way he was behaving, he could just dash off at run away at any moment,

[shsl-actor]

"Calm down."

 She furrowed her brow in annoyance, stepping towards him with a look in her eye that meant she wasn't going to just let him go.

"I'm not gonna hurt you.."

Unless you're the person who put us here in the first place."

She tipped her head a bit, her eyes staring at him above her glasses in a half lidded glare. He was acting way too nervous to not be up to anything, she decided without any sort of forethought at all. 

"So I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

Slowly, Lanne prowled towards him, tentative step by step. The moment he takes off, she would run right after him. He was clothed head to toe, he could be armed to the teeth.

"And why shouldn't I touch you? You seem awful anxious to get away from the lot of us."

She stopped approximately a foot or so from him, crossing her arms and ignoring the chatter from the others.

"Like you have something to hide."

[shsl-musicproducer]

...

Breathe in. Out. In. Out.

The stifling air caused Aidan to wake up in a stir; he could feel his head throbbing, and his palms already damp to the touch. His body was oddly heavy, with sore shoulders and an aching back — and though his eyesight was still blurry, the room seemed strangely dim to him. Not only that, but he was struggling to breathe; the still air suffocated him ever so slightly, and boy, was it humid. Why was it so stuffy, anyway? He usually didn’t have any problems sleeping — his nights normally went undisturbed, and he always had the habit of just curling up gently on his bed and —

Oh, right. He was wearing his helmet. That explained everything.

… Wait, what?

That wasn’t right. He shouldn’t have been wearing it. He knew he couldn’t sleep in peace with it — no regular human being would be able to rest comfortably with a full-blown, heavy, helmet on their head. Was he that exhausted the night before…? No, no. That still didn’t make sense. He would’ve woken up in the middle of the night to take it off. He had been out for a long time… right? He had assumed so from his groggy state. Ah, well. He’d figure out the mystery later — for now, he just had to get up and cook himself a good breakfast.

Aidan pushed his palms against the floor, barely managing to stand up. It took him a few steps towards the glass door to just pause and realise… that this wasn’t his home. Where the hell was he? The last he could remember was — oh god, he couldn’t remember. What was he doing? Did… Did he go to a museum with someone or something…? No, that… that couldn’t have been. He peered around the room quietly as he walked, making sure not to make a single sound. The gazes of the statues above him stared into his soul; they unnerved Aidan, and soon enough, he found himself staring at the ground the entire time while walking.

It wasn’t just the statues that bothered him, though — there were just so many people around. So, so many… too many. Perhaps they might’ve known about what was going on, but he couldn’t risk talking to them; that would just be too challenging to do, and… he was sure he could figure this out himself. His first priority was to get out of the room, to somewhere private — what he needed most was a gasp of fresh air. There was no way that he could take off his helmet in the middle of a room, with so many strange people hanging around… and that being said, no one took off his helmet while he was sleeping, right?

Oh, god. The thought terrified him. What if they did take it off? No, no, no… that couldn’t be possible, right? They wouldn’t do… something as forceful as that. The worry started to build inside of him, as he clenched his fists inside his pockets. All that he could do was wish for the best. Hopefully, none of them would bother him… and he could just find somewhere quiet and withdrawn to regain composure and collect his thoughts.

Somewhere far, far away from all of these people.

[shsl-actor]

 Lanne was about to reply to the concerns of the other people she had engaged, but her attention was quickly diverted to the figure trying to leave the room. 

Upon his head was a helmet and he seemed unusually covered up, almost to a suspicious amount. She half expected him to reveal himself as the kidnapper any moment, but then she realized that he was unconscious at one point as well and the likelyhood of the kidnapper making themselves unconscious as well was very low.. Unless he planned to-

She decides not to overthink this for a timely sake, making a decision right then and there. Her legs carried her over to him within seconds in a sort of awkward speedwalk, hooking her finger on his collar and tugging it sternly.

"Didn't you hear the lady? She said stick together."

[teenagedream]

[xavierdolaner-deactivated201502]

[shslbiotech-blog]

  “Ahahuhuhu, hold on. Watch this." Moving his bionic arm into the middle of the circle they had formed so that everyone could see, Lawrence waved his other arm over his metal wrist. A small, old fashioned dial watch with a distinct steampunk aesthetic sprang forth. "8:15 AM. Pretty cool, right?" He turned his wrist outwards towards each of the people in the circle, dying to show his modifications off.

[shsltomcat]

“One sec on the phone, this ain’t much of a pretty sight, so avert all ye virgins eyes!  Hahaha,"  Nia takes Sadist and stuffs him under her arm as if he’s an especially squirmy toy, and turns to face the wall in a sweeping motion. There’s no reason to expose someone as cute as Astrid to her trashy, efficient self, don’t you know?  Gotta keep up some level of pretense, or something equally silly to think to yourself.

Nia takes a minute to collect herself before plunging her hand down the front of her shirt, fingers pushing aside flesh and fabric to turn up — wait, why was her phone not stuffed down her bra?  Where the fuck was it? On the same damn note, where the fuck was her cash?  Her coupons?  Her lifetime membership card to The Crazy Glitter and Cat Club?  Her Costco card?  Her emergency condoms? …Fuck.

It was official.  She was in some deep shit. They were all in some deep shit.

There was no point in trying to leave; it’d probably just lead to an unfortunate confrontation — one she would lose. They were probably in the hands of the world’s weirdest kidnapper, and she knew of some completely batshit kidnappers.

They had to have something in common.  There had to be a reason why they were targeted, and, and—

But they were talking to her, and she didn’t want to make any kind of scene.  They would all know that they were in trouble in a few minutes, probably — realization would dawn upon them, and there would be a freak out, and things would go from bad to worse and someone might try to do something stupid and it wasn’t going to happen to her.

Someone had to step up, after all.

She puts on her friendliest face and readjusts her car back into her arms, holding him close.  She turns back to face the group with a smile and a kind of embarrassed shrug.

“False alarm, tomcats.  Looks likes I’s don’t have my phone on me neither — weird, huh?  And I’s was so excited to show’s you’s all the background I got on it.  Pity, right?”

A few more winks and a laugh, for good measure.  Despite her circumstance and whirling thoughts, she is able to keep a face of complete nonchalance, and honestly looks as if she’s at ease.

In reality, her fingers were itching for a smoke — shit, did she have those either?  But Lawrence had his pipe and watch and—

Right, it was some kind of ungodly hour, wasn’t it?  Christ.  No wonder she felt like shit and could barely think straight.

The watch had been pretty cool, though.  She supposed it warranted a compliment.

“Kinda upset about the time I’s seemed to have managed to get myself to see, ‘eres, but that is a pretty damn cool watch.  You’s gonna have to share where you’s got it, boyo!  Always up to own a few oddities of my own, don’t’cha’know, haha!”

She bounces a little, and strokes Sadie with a kind of absent pleasantness. ”Still, ‘es all kinda weird, ain’t it?  I’s wonder what we all did to turn up in the same place like this, ahaha.  I’s mean, obvis’ly, we all ain’t partiers… so’s I’s wonder iffins we got somthin’ in common, you’s know?  Maybe love of animals?  Gotta see how great man is and be taught the error of our animal lovin’ ways?”

Another easy laugh, but the questions were serious, and her eyebrows arch just-so and her eyes, though still smiling, have a special inquisitiveness to them.

[shsl-actor]

After watching the.. accented lady vigorously molest her bra for something and then turn and face the others, it became fairly apparent to Lanne that now would be a good time to do something. Anything. That wasn't boob fisting. That is not going to solve anything and that's fairly obvious but it's still a possibility. The authenticity of the por- wait, no, we've went over this, standard porno recruiting methods do not involve kidnapping. The cameras suggested otherwise.

Upon closer inspection, there seem to be exits from the room but neither look entirely inviting- it is unlikely this room is the worst the building complex has to offer. There could be actual horses or attractive men through any of those doors.

She slowly emerged herself in the circle with the flirtatious winking lady, bird lady, neckbeard guy and green hair shota, asserting herself in the most awkward way possible.

"That's unlikely, seeing as the group of people here are extremely varied. If this is a kidnapping, it's a pretty shitty kidnapping, sans the fact that everybody's phones seem to be missing. "

She pauses for a moment, as if for effect.

"But we are being watched." 

She nonchalantly points at the cameras.

[iwantcupcakes]

Robert Downey Jr. is ridiculous (x)

[ridiculously lovable]

[shsl-actor]

   Lanne awoke with a strained groan and a furrowed brow, shoulders sore from lying on the floor. It took her a few moments to realize this was not a bed, nor her bedroom, nor even remotely a familiar place. Foreign voices rang throughout the room, her hazy dream-like state making it a bit difficult to make sense of the situation.

 She laid there for like 3 goddamn minutes just waking up, eavesdropping on the ongoing conversations whilst her mind tries to start up. Slowly, her grogginess fades, leaving her with the task of figuring out what the fuck is going on.

  From how it sounded, the other people in the room were in the situation- a little frightened, confused, and mysteriously woken up in the room.

 Speaking of rooms, this was not her favorite. Decorated with men in provocative poses or.. riding horses, all in a rather attractive matter. For a second, there is suspicion that she was caught ANOTHER amateur porno, which really would not turn out well with the amount of neckbeard in the vicinity. But that did not seem to be the case, unless this was extremely illegal kidnappy p-

Anyways, she decides for the best to prop herself up, putting on a stoic, cold expression and passively insert herself into the conversation. Somehow.

[thecakebar]

Giant Donut Cake Tutorial

[sherlock-series]

Mysterious case with frozen sex symbol

Russian Marie Claire article: journalist finds Cumberbatch frozen on screen and boring in real life, changes sex during interview, then sees Cumberbatch in his/her dream and nearly falls in love with him.

Marie Claire cover: ‘Mystic!’ hints Lydia Hearst.

Обсуждение статьи - sherlock-series.livejournal.com  

[30blogafeller]

I did my best, a bit weird but…

[30rockasaurus]

[londonphile]

1967: Benedict Cumberbatch plays the clueless Rosencrantz in a scene from Tom Stoppard’s success, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.

(BBC Two, 21:00, Saturday)

http://www.ottawacitizen.com/Staging+half+century/9100397/story.html

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