dilfosaur:

choice method of procrastination

reread fave shurlock fic

bbqfish:

An image based on a Thorki AU fanfic which was wrote by a fangirl in Chinese Weibo.

Loki was a high-class android made in the form of young man and used for multiple purposes. (also as a sax doll)  For some reason he build up the mind of his own and run away from his owner.

Thor, a half-baked mechanical engineer, who found Loki on the street with badly damages and helped him escaped.  Thor hided Loki in his little mechanical shop, tried everything to fix him, and hoped that one day Loki would become his own android.  However, later on he found that Loki was too clever to follow anyone’s order …

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To catch the feeling for this image, I watch the clip of “Ghost in the shell: Innocence” so many times and even memorized the main theme.

The opening of GIS Innocence was so beautiful.  Too bad that my art skill still can’t capture the sacred feelings.

morethnus:

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fan art for Chaos War :3

marielikestodraw:

gyzym:

marielikestodraw:

Fic: “We were emergencies”
Author: Gyzym

Summary: It’s not about being unmade; it’s about remaking, one aching step at a time.

Notes: This story has some fairly extensive trigger warnings behind it, which required some explanation as to why I wrote it at all; as said warnings contain spoilers for the story, they’re in the endnotes. If, for your own-self care, you’d like to look at those before reading, please click “More Notes” <3

Additionally, the title of this has been culled from the Buddy Wakefield poem of the same name, and this story could not have been produced without: fuck-it-fire-everything, who handily provided me with the soundtrack that got me through; Sirona, who checked my Clint characterization with her expert eye; postcardmystery, who is, as ever, my better half in all things fiction and…nope, in all things period, actually; and, of course, Marie, who created the gorgeous piece of art that inspired half of this tale and THEN the un-be-fucking-lievable illustration for the story itself. You guys are the best people on earth, and I seriously would not have gotten through this without you. <3

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Oops we did it again? Or, more precisely, it turned out that Gyzym had started writing a fic and I was arting the Budapest art on the side at the same time, so we flailed at the braintwining, and talked about our Clint/Natasha emotions, and I saw her wonderful and complex story grows, and felt all the feels, and I just had to art something about it in the end. Again, I feel immensely privileged to see it happening in front of my eyes, it makes me giddy, and this is my humble contribution to her epicness. <3

AND THE CLINT/NAT FIC IS UP. With absolutely gorgeous art from Marie, who continues to stun and stagger me with everything she does; I hope you guys like this as much as I loved writing it.

Reblogging for the European crowd. Just, go read this people, it broke me and made me again, as well as inspired me to paint the above. It’s STUNNING.

khorazir:

“Miss you, S’lock.” “Miss you too, John.”

Inspired by Homophobia, an engaging and thought-provoking fic by achievableformofflight.

anarmydoctor:

dickbrook:

1. Unnecessary things I find saved in my drafts.
2. Things I do not remember doing.
3. Things no one thinks are funny but me.

This reminds me of A Study in Motherfuckin’ Pink. Go and read it, it’s a hilarious fic!

pati79:

Roane has posted a Chapter 4 of Pull the Stars from the Sky!

MusicStar!Sherlock and HotAsHell!John being cockblocked by Moriarty. Special appearance by an Irene Adler that makes BBC’s look like terrible fanfiction.

Timing: PERFECT!

thebritishteapot:

Just read We Go Anywhere But To the Ground and this picture.. is just…. too much feels

nautilusl2:

Arthur’s in the nightmare business.

So there are only a handful of fics that I *need* to read over and over again as soon as I think of it. Patience, a Steady Hand by Helenish is one of them.

It is one of the most gorgeous, well written, fantastic pieces of art I’ve ever read. As soon as I start reading it I have to finish it. I’ve lost days just thinking about it afterwards. Days! Days of just thinking about Viking AUs, it’s ridiculous.

nightmareloki:

heartbrokengirlsketches:

more Eidolon fanart. when will it STOP NEVER. THAT IS THE ANSWER.

Ahh, Genue. Ahhnnng

daunt:

lovecomesbackaround:

book-of-flights:

daunt:

Young John & Sherlock, in school uniforms…

I keep thinking of them in school, solving mysteries.  A bit like the Hardy Boys!  This absolutely needs dialogue but I suck at writing it.

Maybe John paid Sherlock for tests’ answers with cigarettes. I look at this, and I feel like writing a fic. (If I ever do, you’ll be the first to know)

Write it right now! Someone please! 

Fanfic Links! I wanted to share these links with you guys:  The Hardy Boys, by dear_monday, a 6 part WIP fic based on my drawing.  It’s AWESOME!  And also The Dangerous Book for Boys, by orange_crushed, not based on my art but a great school story! So much great fanfiction in this fandom!  Please forgive me for reblogging my own post but I wanted to share the links.  :)

coveredinsnow-:

• My body is a cage - my body is a cage / that keeps me from dancing with the one I love / but my mind holds the key 
• Dinerverse - When Loki’s brief liaison with his brother is discovered, he finds himself exiled. Then he finds himself.
• Apples, wolf’s teeth, a weight against the fall - The one thing in all the realms that his trickery cannot shift, around which his magic cannot maneuver.
• Water in mouth - Delicious, Loki thinks as his hooded gaze sweeps over his brother who stands in the middle of the bath with his fingers buried in his long wet hair. 
• Looks like a nail (read the warnings) (no seriously I mean it) (let’s not end up like the time I recced D/S and a whole lot of people came raging at me because “OMG WARN A GUY”) - Thor and his esteem issues and his magical sentient hammer go hunting for tricksters in Jotunheim.

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atlinmerrick:

I feel like I want to reblog this every hour on the hour for the rest of space-time. He’s fully clothed and so sexy I just bit something.

(I think that was me.)

Oh Kuuttamo, you gifted, gifted creature.

kuuttamo:

No need for confessions

I’m going to deduce your sins

And there will be no forgiveness

First there was scandal in belgravia. 

Then I read this: The adventure of six painted virgins by saathi1013

Then I saw this: Predator Priest Sherlock and Jailbait Jawn by lascocks

Then I read this and this: Sacrilege by atlinmerrick and Blasphemy by random-nexus

By then there was no way this wouldn’t happen.

Yes, okay, I have a thing for priests, shut up!

khorazir:

“You know you can always call” and “I don’t want anyone else”, both inspired by the profoundly sad and beautiful fic I Know Him So Well by mescribble.

This story reminded me of Someone Like You by katkin, one of the most deeply affecting Sherlock fics I’ve read so far. I highly recommend it for an extra dose of angst and heartbreak if I Know Him So Well hasn’t satisfied your desire for those.

For folks who need a brighter outlook on the boys’ future, do read Manzy’s beautiful After Mary Died.

Dave looks over at him. His eyes seem dull and brown, flat. No green. No life. “Sing me something, Fancy.”

“What?”

“That’s what you do, right? That’s Schuester’s big solution for everyone’s problems.”

“Do you…” Kurt holds his breath. “Do you know who it was?”

Dave’s eyes go back upwards. His face creases, his lips press together tightly.

He nods.

Kurt lets out his breath and reaches over, laying his hand on the sheet near Dave’s. He doesn’t want to touch - there are rules about that, he thinks, rules about touching people who were hurt like Dave was? He doesn’t know them, but he’s always been a physical person and it’s impossible to not reach out.

Dave tenses, his eyes shutting tightly. His head drops to the side, facing away from Kurt, but his fingers shift on the sheet until their fingers brush together, and the entire bed shivers when he fights back a sob.

Kurt has cried too many times already. He swallows back his own feelings and lays his palm over Dave’s bigger, bandaged hand. He can’t think of anything happy, so he clears his throat and sings what he can think of.

“All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere.
Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression.
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow…”

Dave’s other hand goes to his face, and he hides himself from view as much as he can as his tears come.

Kurt’s words slide, the tune goes flat for a few measures, but he draws in a deep breath and slides his left hand out, grasping Dave’s hand with both of his gently at first, then tighter when Dave seems to cling back.

He sings, and it isn’t the solution to any problem at all, but it’s what Kurt does.

“I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad; the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world…”

The Worst That Could Happen by LucyToo