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[fluffbruary]

Infinifluff in July!

The 14th is soon upon us again; next Tuesday in fact. Prompts for the July edition: twig – annual – plant + the image above.

Alternative prompts: orchard - forest - landscape - oak - abundance + the image below.

Remember to tag us when you post your fluff so we can reblog it!

[lisbeth-kk]

It's soon that time of month again!

[totallysilvergirl]

Time for the penultimate installment of Solace and Joy, the fic that @fluffbruary built

[poet-to-none]

The Night Is Come, But Not Too Soon | Good Omens | Poet to None

Summary | The bus ride and the overnight stay. (S1 E6)

Characters | Crowley and Aziraphale

Genre(s) | Romance/Porn With Plot/S1 Canon Compliant (S2 Canon Divergence Implied)

Words | 8,997

Chapters | 5/7

Rating | Explicit

Additional Tags | Not Beta Read, RELEASE THE EMOTIONS, Communicating Feelings, Aziraphale's turn to be vulnerable, Aziraphale having a crisis, Aziraphale admitting he believes his worst fear now, Devoting the future to each other, Trust, Soulmates, Genderfluid Crowley, Pansexual Crowley, Crowley's Flat, Crowley's Backstory?, Crowley's Scent Kink, Crowley's an Artist (and very invested in the arts), Poetry, Aziraphale's VIP Pinky, Sex with wings out, Wings let me sell you on so much wings, Saying I love you in sex, Raaaainbows, Top Crowley/Bottom Aziraphale, Itty Bit of Bottom Crowley, Multiple Sex Positions, Frottage, Missionary (position), Spoons (position), Crab (position), Crowley Has a Penis, Crowley Has a Vulva if in the Mood, Aziraphale Has a Penis, Always Horny Ineffable Husbands, Pillow Principality Aziraphale, god completely losing control of her gays

Fabulous Line | From a time Crowley wouldn't anymore name, aloud at least, the memory stirs of their first embrace.

Series | Just Call The Thing Love

Image | Flowers in a Vase (Claude Monet)

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Complete Deletion

“Greg? Is that what you call yourself nowadays?”

“It’s my name, Sherlock!”

“No, it isn’t.”

“His name is Greg, Sherlock.”

“No, John.”

“I give up. Want another pint, John?”

“Ta, Greg.”

“You can get your own, Sherlock.”

“I don’t drink beer, Gavin. If you had paid attention, you would have known that. Just as you would have known that your name – “

“Shut up, Sherlock!”

“Why is he so agitated, John?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Sherlock. Maybe because you can’t remember his name.”

“He is the one who – “

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just pretend we never had this conversation, shall we?”

“Impossible, John.”

“Why?”

“I never delete any conversation you are partaking in.”

“Now, you’re just taking the piss, Sherlock.”

“Am not.”

“Fine, then. Tell me what I asked you this morning before I left for work.”

“You asked me to buy milk and eggs.”

“Oh, my God!”

“What? You did.”

“I am aware, Sherlock!”

“So?”

“So, why did I come home to a fridge utterly void of milk and eggs?”

“Because I never went out. If memory serves, I did not acquiesce to procure these items.”

“Christ. Hurry up with my pint, Greg, before I strangle this one!”

“You are so morbid, John.”

“Yeah, wonder where that comes from.”

“Certainly not from fraternising with Giles.”

***

“Why do you have a problem with Greg’s name, love?”

“Who?”

“Sherlock!”

“What is it, John?”

“God, I can’t believe this. You are the most stubborn and mad person I have ever met.”

“Nothing new about that statement, John.”

“Okay. Honest question: Can you delete information completely?”

“Of course, I can.”

“And what criteria is required for deletion to be possible?”

“Oh, it depends, but mostly it has to do with dull and unimportant things that take up precious space in my Mind Palace. It is not an infinite storage room, mind you. I have explained this to you earlier.”

“Alright. But you said that you never delete any conversation I participate in.”

“True. The relevance being?”

“Well, how flattering that may be, my darling, I don’t believe that each of those conversations are worth preserving.”

“Bite your tongue, John!”

“You are adorable when you get affronted on my behalf, you know.”

“I’m warning you, John!”

***

“Can you just say my name like a normal person, Sherlock?”

“Since when do you consider me normal, George?”

“God Almighty, you are hopeless!”

“Yes, you have mention that. For the seventy-eighth time, in fact.”

“You keep count?”

“Of course.”

“But learning my name is too difficult for you? I thought you were a genius.”

“I am. Hence why you call me so often.”

“Right. Well, at least you know my surname. I guess that will have to suffice.”

“I knew you would get there eventually, Greg.”

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[calaisreno]

[chriscalledmesweetie]

10: From Aziraphale

Although their good friend, A Z Fell, Really does not like to sell The things he collects, Still Sherlock suspects There’s one here by James, (gasp!) E L.

'Tis a Gift is on AO3.

I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!

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[totallysilvergirl]

[kitten-kin]

The Go-Bag

If Bond has to go on the run with little to no notice, it can't be good, so the go-bag is light on toiletries and heavy on first aid (suture & injection kits), escape routes (cash, passports, and munitions), and last resorts (the emergency food kit). Of course, not standing out is an important part of staying safely under the radar, so some room has been devoted to a change of clothes and some basic grooming paraphernalia. Walking around in bloodstained clothing tends to garner attention.

The watch is from Q Branch, and the earbud is a personal gift. No, he won't tell you who's on the other end.

[bennettmarko]

[calaisreno]

The Fifth Pip, Chapter 4

John returns; Sherlock notices. There is a Conversation, and Conclusions are drawn.

“John? I’m sorry.” He opens the door a crack. “Please talk to me.” He hears a sigh from within, a squeak as John sits on the bed.  “Sherlock, where do you think I was all this time?” He opens the door wider, sees John sitting, staring at the contents of his wardrobe. The suitcase lies open on the bed beside him, partly filled with underwear, all standard white except for one pair of red pants. Why red? Another John Watson mystery he might never get a chance to solve. 

Next, a coda: What about Moriarty?

Part 7 of More Words (You don't have to have read the other parts to read this one - the series is all drabble-inspired short stories) 💕

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[totallysilvergirl]

[gaslightgallows]

Dash did a thing 🥹

[hussyknee]

How long have you been on Tumblr?

Over 16 years (before 2010) (toddlers in the dawn of the ant colony)

16 to 14 years (2010-2012) (livejournal and Myspace refugees)

13 to 11 years (2013-2015) (you used to follow thebootydiaries)

10 to 8 years (2016-2018) (era of Russian bot conspiracy)

7 to 3.5 years (2019-2022) (post sex ban to Goncharov)

3.5 years or less (2023–2026) (Twitter refugee)

Remaining time: 4 days 9 hours

Rebagel for science pls.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Complete Deletion

“Greg? Is that what you call yourself nowadays?”

“It’s my name, Sherlock!”

“No, it isn’t.”

“His name is Greg, Sherlock.”

“No, John.”

“I give up. Want another pint, John?”

“Ta, Greg.”

“You can get your own, Sherlock.”

“I don’t drink beer, Gavin. If you had paid attention, you would have known that. Just as you would have known that your name – “

“Shut up, Sherlock!”

“Why is he so agitated, John?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Sherlock. Maybe because you can’t remember his name.”

“He is the one who – “

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just pretend we never had this conversation, shall we?”

“Impossible, John.”

“Why?”

“I never delete any conversation you are partaking in.”

“Now, you’re just taking the piss, Sherlock.”

“Am not.”

“Fine, then. Tell me what I asked you this morning before I left for work.”

“You asked me to buy milk and eggs.”

“Oh, my God!”

“What? You did.”

“I am aware, Sherlock!”

“So?”

“So, why did I come home to a fridge utterly void of milk and eggs?”

“Because I never went out. If memory serves, I did not acquiesce to procure these items.”

“Christ. Hurry up with my pint, Greg, before I strangle this one!”

“You are so morbid, John.”

“Yeah, wonder where that comes from.”

“Certainly not from fraternising with Giles.”

***

“Why do you have a problem with Greg’s name, love?”

“Who?”

“Sherlock!”

“What is it, John?”

“God, I can’t believe this. You are the most stubborn and mad person I have ever met.”

“Nothing new about that statement, John.”

“Okay. Honest question: Can you delete information completely?”

“Of course, I can.”

“And what criteria is required for deletion to be possible?”

“Oh, it depends, but mostly it has to do with dull and unimportant things that take up precious space in my Mind Palace. It is not an infinite storage room, mind you. I have explained this to you earlier.”

“Alright. But you said that you never delete any conversation I participate in.”

“True. The relevance being?”

“Well, how flattering that may be, my darling, I don’t believe that each of those conversations are worth preserving.”

“Bite your tongue, John!”

“You are adorable when you get affronted on my behalf, you know.”

“I’m warning you, John!”

***

“Can you just say my name like a normal person, Sherlock?”

“Since when do you consider me normal, George?”

“God Almighty, you are hopeless!”

“Yes, you have mention that. For the seventy-eighth time, in fact.”

“You keep count?”

“Of course.”

“But learning my name is too difficult for you? I thought you were a genius.”

“I am. Hence why you call me so often.”

“Right. Well, at least you know my surname. I guess that will have to suffice.”

“I knew you would get there eventually, Greg.”

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[chriscalledmesweetie]

9: From the Yarders

Since each one of them had been picking When Sherlock and John might start clicking, The Yard’s betting pool Has gifted a tool To count down the seconds — it’s ticking!

'Tis a Gift is on AO3.

I wonder if you think you know What gift that could be? Well, if so, Please share it with me And fill me with glee By putting your guess down below!

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[http-tempted]

when you listen to a song and it gives you inspiration to daydream an answer to the plot hole in the story building inside your head

[midnights-dragon]

[innerchildabortionclinic]

today, a severe thursday watch will be in place.

remember everyone...

thursday watch: the conditions for thursday are here, but a thursday incident has not yet been confirmed

thursday warning: thursday has arrived

[talonabraxas]

“Live by the sun, love by the moon” ☀🌕 Art by Thiago Correa

[iiumz]

[copperplatebeech]

Welcome to Throwback Thursday, which -- thanks to @curiouspupsicle, @rogue-bard, @sakascal, @quitequaintrelle and now @ineffabildaddy and @scribblerinthestars (and I've probably missed someone) -- is now apparently A Thing! (I have yet to catch up with all the er tempting fics that have been posted. Damnit, real life, really.)

I started doing Throwback Thursdays a couple of years ago, featuring favorite fics from the first year or two of the Good Omens fandom, or my own fics that hadn't gotten traction when I shyly poked my foot in the door. Post-s3, these delightful writers have joined in to reflect on their early fic and let us enjoy. I love it.

About a year after s1 aired, I got, shall we say, medically beaten-up. A lot of staples and things were involved, along with a stern admonition to make no whoopee for six solid weeks. It's not as if I hadn't written smut before that, but... umm, I went kind of crazy, and for the first time took a fly at gender-switching our Ineffables, in F/M and F/F combinations. First it was a three-part arc featuring Naughty Nanny Ashtoreth, and then -- well, Mistress Aziraphale deserved a turn. Last week I re-read the first of four fics featuring her in all her buxom glory, and realized it suited the moment we face after season 3 *makes apotropaic gesture*.

Faith, or, Serpent In My Bosom - rated E, ~3,300 words

They're free of Heaven and Hell, the Earth and their earthly corporations are theirs to enjoy, and it's time to experiment (with an occasional spice of tender blasphemy). And if Crowley still worries that Aziraphale might long to reconcile with Heaven, his angel is quick to reassure him.

(Redeeming Social Value. We need that right now. Don't we?)

“Alexander’s mother was supposed to have nursed her snakes. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”   “Wasn’t even in the area. Not a snake thing anyway. Urban legend.”

“No one would know it to look at you, dear.”

“Entirely selfless, what I’m doin’ here. Mmhm. Spirit of charity. Atonement for my many sins.”

“Oh, certainly.”

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I write mainly Good Omens, along with occasional ventures into Sherlock Holmes (BBC and ACD), Doctor Who, and my first love, Star Trek. Find my fic here on AO3.

[totallysilvergirl]