Source: (x)
I’m sorry, I’m too distracted by his ass in the second gif
For Elle
I also feel that Elle will enjoy this gifset a lot.
Though I mean it’s now totally obvious why “Renner can’t come” to our bank robbing party.
FINE WE WILL DRIVE THE GETAWAY CAR.
You have no idea how close I am to buying you a t-shirt that says “Renner can’t come” on the front and possibly “he’s sat in the car.” on the back.
Mid0nz Master Post
Hello! I’ve gotten some requests to make it easier to find all my metas in once place. So I’ll reblog this from time to time with updates. I hereby offer you links to my most popular (and/or my favorite) original posts. My ask is always open. Thanks for reading.
Meta: Johnlock
- “How to Ship Johnlock without Really Trying”
- “Johnlock’s Steamroom" and "Let’s Call it Johnlock’s Steam Room”
- “Holmesosexuality: On Mark Gatiss’s Camp”
- “Not Gay for Each Other: Johnlock as Aphrodisiac”
- “Heartless Abandonment: The Composition of ‘Irene’s Theme’”
- “The Virgin & the Camera Phone”
- “Arabialock: An Analysis of the Last Scene of Belgravia”
- “Gay Pride is Canon!”
221b Baker Street Set
Books, Magazines, Newspapers
- “BBC Sherlock’s Books & Magazines Master List" & (Updated list @ LJ)
- “Sherlock has 4 Volumes of The Children’s Encyclopaedia by Arthur Mee on His Bookshelf”
- “The Lamplighter: A Book Ben Requested for the 221b Set?”
- “Sherlock’s Guns and Ammo Magazine”
- “Sherlock’s Hansard Volumes”
- “Sherlock’s Military Kink is Canon”
- “Narnialock”
- ”’The Boscombe Valley Mystery’ @ 221b”
- “Sherlock’s Bird Prints”
- “How Many Degrees of Separation? Martin Fido @ 221b”
- “Sherlock’s Flight Manuals”
- “Not a Chimp: The Evolution of Sherlock Holmes”
Props and Set Decorations
- (mid0nz’s 221b Set Pinterest Board)
- “The Most Beautiful Object on the 221b Set: Sherlock’s La Jumelle ‘Mars’ Binoculars”
- “The Annotated 221b: The Lounge, Window View”
- “The Annotated 221b: The Hearth”
- “221b Set Decorations - S2 Promo”
- “Sherlock Desk Props, A Study in Pink”
- “A 7% Solution? Sherlock’s Injection Gun”
- “Sherlock’s Designer Lighting”
- “Sherlock’s Green Glass, Behind the Front Door”
- “Most Adorable Prop Ever: A Sketch of Sherlock’s Feet”
- “Sherlock’s Syrian Octagonal Table with Mother of Pearl Inlay, circa 1930.”
- “A Few of my Favorite Things: 221b Baker Street Props”
- “Sherlock Unaired Pilot Mantle Props”
- “Sherlock’s Bird Prints”
- “Sherlock’s Mushroom Prints”
- “A Printable Poster of John Pinkerton’s Skull (with thanks to Sherlockology)”
- “Sherlock has
34 Printers”- “221BEE Baker Street”
- “Sherlock’s Green Hyacinth Vase”
Meta: Cinematography, Editing, Score, Script
- “The Real Lost Vermeer is in the Museum Guard’s Bedroom. Steve Lawes Said So. YAY!”
- “Lighting 221b: A tweet from Steve Lawes”
- “A Survey of Light: Chromatic Chiaroscuro in The Great Game”
- “A Study in Bokeh in A Study in Pink”
- “The Illusion of Depth: The Z-axis in The Great Game”
- “Framing Sherlock: Steve Lawes’s Camera Eye in The Great Game"
- “An Alarming Shade of Pink / Cerise Drains Me”
- “Glowing in the Dark: John Watson’s Luminescence”
- “Low Level Framing in The Reichenbach Fall”
- “A Story, Probably Not True: The Two Faces of Mr. Holmes (Coventry Carol Chords Meta)”
- “The Young Sherlock Holmes: A Unilock Meta”
- “Terrarium Geometry (The composition of two scenes)”
- “50 Shades of Sarah. a Melodrama”
- “(〥) A Strange Yellow Squiggle: Racism in The Blind Banker”
- “Hounds: I adore this scene because it’s so weird.”
- “Focus on (Rack) Focus, or You’re Being Deduced (TGG Gifs)”
- “A Curious Low-angle Shot in The Hounds of Baskerville”
- “John’s Mood Curtain: So Changeable”
- “Lost Without My Blogger: Focus on John Watson (TGG Gifs)”
- “The Golem vs. The Fire Exit”
- “Claustrophobia in A Scandal in Belgravia”
- “Images from S1 that pay homage to the classic noir thriller, The Third Man.”
- “DIY Film Theory: The Game is On”
Meta: “The Reichenbach Fall”
- “What does 29 mean to Sherlock? A Hidden Reichenbach Clue”
- “Lucky Mycroft”
- “The Reichenbach Fall: What If”
- “A Sherlock Inspiration for the Glycerine Molecule Scene: The Lindbergh Kidnapping”
- “Switcheroo. Ben on the Pavement but Not on the Stretcher”
- “United We Stand — (That’s the headline of the newspaper in the center of the shot between Moriarty and Sherlock.)”
- “Sportylock Reichentrainers”
- “The Russian Sniper of Baker Street”
- “Hey wait a minute! Do those mugs say “The Criterion”?”
- “This is Sebastian Moran”
- “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939) vs. The Reichenbach Fall”
ACD
- “The REAL Origin of ‘Vatican Cameos’”
- “Baritsu: Sherlock and the New Art of Self Defense”
- “How to Treat Your Only Friend”
- ”’A Note on Sherlock Holmes’ by Dr. Joseph Bell”
Some Random Pretty Gifs
- “Sherlock Landscapes Gifs”
- “Scenery Gifs: The Hounds of Baskerville”
- “Pursuit: A Study in Pink”
- “London gifs: The Blind Banker”
- “Scenery Gifs: The Reichenbach Fall”
- “Moonglow Gifs: A Study in Pink”
Tutorials
I’m dying.I’m dying. I can’t hbreathe ohsmhgodsh!
@angelchrys ,
More coherent…
1) Do not wear a belt if you can help it. Unless you are being picked up at the gate then just be comfortable okay? You can change in the bathroom once you’re off the plane if you need to glam it up (And yes I have done so because I was seeing my man and I wanted to look nice when he picked me up…).
2) Put your laptop (or ipad/tablet etc) in a separate tray. Don’t go “Oh but I didn’t think I needed to because it’s a ipad, etc” just fuckin put it in a separate tray.
3) Take every fuckin thing out of your fuckin pocket. If you say “Oh I didn’t even know that was metal.” Then you deserve to be kicked in the back of your seat by a rambunctious kid the whole way through.
4) Stand at the place marker until you’re called and then go through the machine thing. Then go through it again. And again if you are required to do. Don’t make a joke. YOU ARE NOT FUNNY IN THE GORRAM GATE LINE AT THE AIRPORT.
5) Wear shoes that you can easily slip on and off.
6) Get your shit and then keep fuckin going. Don’t linger just fuckin go.
7) Smile at the attendants because they get shit all day and it’s just a nice thing to do
8) Buy your water /drink once you’re past the gate check.
9) Don’t sit near the outlets if you’re not going to use them
10) Put your liquids in the plastic bag.
And that’s it I think….
2013.11.06 - JW to SH [left on the bedside table]
The only deduction you should be able to make about us is that we are inevitable.
This is truly lovely.
"The choreography of falling asleep with you…."
This takes place after the end of the Folger’s commercial….
“Uh can you excuse me for a minute?” Kevin let go of his mom and turned to look at his sister sitting on the cabinet.
“Oh Kevin honey you just got here. I want to make you a big breakfast of your favorites.” His mom wasn’t going to let him out of here easy but he couldn’t wait any longer.
“I just need to take a shower. So grungy ya know?”
“Oh wow I guess the trip did you good. I can still remember the days when you wouldn’t get in the bath unless your sister promised to get in with you.” His mom walked over and poured a steaming glass of Folger’s coffee and inhaled the aroma.
“Yeah big bro. I even remember having to soap you up.” Kimmy smiled and slid off the counter “Not going to have to keep doing that am I?” She smiled that dazzling incest inspiring smile and Kevin immediately got half hard.
“N-no.” Kevin gulped and looked over at his mom and put on his best pleading look.
“Mom, Just a few minutes and I’ll come down and hey I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Alright but don’t take too long to come back down.”
“Yeah..yeah of course!” Kevin sprinted up stairs
***
“I’ve been up all night so I’m going to go catch a nap if that’s okay with you guys…” Kimmy moved to the stairs.
“Oh honey yeah. Come back when you’re rested. I’m going to surprise Kevin and make him breakfast tacos. He always loved my tacos.”
“Not as much he loved my taco,” Kimmy mumbled on her way up the stairs.
“What honey?”Her mom called out.
“Nothing!”
This takes place after the end of the Folger’s commercial….
“Uh can you excuse us for a minute?” Kevin let go of his mom and turned to look at his sister sitting on the cabinet.
“Oh Kevin honey you just got here. I want to make you a big breakfast of your favorites.” His mom wasn’t going to let him out of here easy but he couldn’t wait any longer.
“I just need to take a shower. So grungy ya know?”
“Oh wow I guess the trip did you good. I can still remember the days when you wouldn’t get in the bath unless your sister promised to get in with you.” His mom walked over and poured a steaming glass of Folger’s coffee and inhaled the aroma.
“Yeah big bro. I even remember having to soap you up.” Kimmy smiled and slid off the counter “Not going to have to keep doing that am I?” She smiled that dazzling incest inspiring smile and Kevin immediately got half hard.
“N-no.” Kevin gulped and looked over at his mom and put on his best pleading look.
“Just a few minutes and I’ll come down and hey I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Alright but don’t take too long to come back down.”
“Yeah..yeah of course!” Kevin sprinted up stairs
***
“I’ve been up all night so I’m going to go catch a nap if that’s okay with you guys…” Kimmy started up the stairs.
“Oh honey yeah. Come back when you’re rested. I’m making breakfast tacos for Kevin. He always loved my tacos.”
“Not as much he loved my taco,” Kimmy mumbled on her way up the stairs.
“What honey?”Her mom called out.
“Nothing!”
OK, this is seriously the first thing that made me laugh out loud all day
I don’t think I’m ever going to write anything better than “dazzling incest inspiring smile”.
I know it’s poor form to laugh at your own shit but I seriously giggled at that.
Soooo judges cant just overturn a verdict? I never understood that bit. Is that really how their legal system works?
Since your other present is still not done and I needed to give you something, I asked for permission from Archia, and she said yes.
So here’s a little smut drabble to go with the absolutely smut-tastic drool worthy piece of art Archia did.
http://archiaart.tumblr.com/post/64180995498/happy-birthday
^ Said art in question.
Happy Birthday Michi!
[Established Relationship, Completely Consensual Gangbang but With Bondage Involved, Because Bondage Makes Everything Better, Voyeurism]
_____________
How many had fucked him so far? Three? Five?
It was enough to make his body feel empty whenever someone pulled out of him. It was enough to make his skin feel like it was two sizes too small. It was enough that he could feel lubricant and semen trickle its way down his body. It was enough that every thrust against his prostate, or a quick stroke of his dick, made him emit a noise that came from somewhere in the back of his throat.
It was enough to make it all feel so fucking good.
God, the bruises on the back of his hips and the skin over his pelvis were going to make a colorful belt tomorrow.
Someone was lifting up one of his legs, letting the other dangle over the table. For some reason, the fact that only his toes could brush against the dusty floor was ungodly hot to John.
This time, the man who planned on using him next decided to fuck with his fingers first, instead of his cock. As though he wasn’t already stretched out and slick beyond belief.
The broad pads brushed over his swelled bundle of nerves, and John arched backwards. Only to find himself locking eyes with his lover.
Sherlock had somehow retained the ability to look like he was made of icy detachment, while also thrumming with complete rapture.
Sherlock’s eyes intently stared at John over his steepled fingers. A smirk ghosted over his full lips, and John desperately wished to kiss it away. But his hands, chained and slightly above his head, only jangled from his futile efforts.
The stranger had apparently decided that two scissoring fingers for thirty seconds was more than enough preparation.
Whoever he was, he was apparently strong enough to lift John’s hips completely off of the table. Nearly everyone else had either rolled him until his heels were close to his head for access, or rubbed against him until they spilled over his stomach.
John quickly wrapped his legs around the man’s hips for leverage. When the man’s prick was shoved into his cum filled hole, John couldn’t stop the groan being pulled slowly out of his throat.
The stranger didn’t seem to want to luxuriate in John’s tight warmth.
Instead he began to piston, firmly but slowly, in and out of John’s hole.
Overloaded on sensation and unable to move, John could only moan and pant for more. But the man kept his torturous pace, and John was willing to bet that he was following some sort of hidden instruction from Sherlock, going by the quick grin John had caught.
Every thrust inside of him made his erection slap lightly against his belly, trailing a little ribbon of precome to his navel.
The man began to roll his hips, making his dick rub teasingly against John’s prostate.
“Fuck,” John whispered, too overcome to raise his voice any louder.
He thought he heard a lighter being clicked, and suddenly the acrid scent of nicotine and tobacco wafted through the air. John glanced up, but Sherlock wasn’t smoking. Likely because the sight in front of him was good enough without the extra stimulus.
Someone with salt and pepper hair [a name that John didn’t want to focus on flashed through his mind] and rugged jeans sat beside John with both hands resting on his propped up knee.
The man [Jesus, John honestly didn’t know his name and yet here he was being fucked by him in front of God knew how many other men and his actual lover] started grunting above him, picking up in speed.
John just kept panting, every thrust shaking the breath out of his lungs and the sense out of his mind.
"You have no idea what this is doing to me, John," a voice carved from sin rumbled by his ear. Shivers wracked John’s body, and his moans turned into a long and desperate whine.
Apparently, Sherlock wasn’t satisfied with watching John become nothing but an object to be fucked. He wanted to participate.
Even if it was just through words, which Sherlock could wield as effectively as any weapon.
"Watching you being used repeatedly, mercilessly, helplessly. Watching you beg for more while being unable to handle anything else.”
John scrambled for purchase when the man began to fuck him in earnest. The head of the man’s cock hit his prostate almost every time, and filled him deliciously when it didn’t.
John pulled at his cuffs to stable himself, but still felt like he was flying apart while Sherlock continued to talk to him.
"Watching you become nothing more than a lump of flesh to fuck for these men. Watching your eyes roll back and your body shake with every new intrusion.
Watching you love, every, single, second.”
Somehow he had timed that perfectly so every word was said as the man drew out of him. The effect made it seem as if Sherlock was the one who was abusing him so sweetly.
And suddenly that was all John wanted.
He lolled his head, his blue eyes desperate as they looked into Sherlock’s. Unable to speak, John was afraid his message wouldn’t be passed, but Sherlock’s smug smile told him otherwise.
"Later," Sherlock promised, "you’ve still got a few more unattended guests to satisfy.”
He leaned down so he spoke directly into John’s ear, making sure only the soldier could hear his next words,
"And when they’re done, and it’s my turn, I’m going to make you forget all of them.”
And that, combined with the man suddenly clenching his hips and spilling hot spunk inside of his body, was enough to make John come.
When he came back to his senses, someone else was already rubbing their exposed prick against John’s soft and oversensitive one.
This, John blearily thought, is the best birthday ever.
BEST
BIRTHDAY
EVER
this always bugged me. I know okay the show doesn’t work without all this but seriously your enemy is right in front of you…..just i dunno. punch him. just punch him. go on. punch him Sherlock. punch him. problem solved. done.
violence.
that would’ve solved your problem
that scene is so fuckin British it kills me.
punch him.
why didn’t anyone just punch Moriarty?
probably cause he’s pretty
that might be the only logical reason
I was writing my Sherlock mini-bang entry last night. I re-read it this morning and…
I’m bawling. Like UGLY, GROSS SOBBING.
I never cry when I read my own writing. NEVER.
I have created something terrifying.
Not sure I should release into the world.
Ha ha ha.. WHAT?
notice though he’s never alone with john cause we all know johnny boy would fuck him right up
ugh yes. why can’t we just let John fuck people up?
Kudos for trying to find a diplomatic solution. Now all we have to do is talk the entire Internet into cooperating!
I’m glad its not just me. Just punch the smug little fucker, already!
Just once. Bam. Right in the kisser.
I don’t feel like I’m asking for much.
*snort*
Just a change to the entire show….
Look up from your computer (or phone). Find five things that aren’t where they belong. Put them away. Resume dicking around on the internet.
ARGH!
FINE!
DAMMIT!
