Anonymous asked: They lock their gazes and hold their breath. What if they ripped their clothes apart and sucked on that skin, what if they pushed a leg between the other's thighs, what if they tugged hair and bit lips, kissed with tongues. What if they reminded the other they enjoyed to win that fight, and to see the respective surrender (your lips around my cock; your body against the wall; both of our clothes undone.) But Ñolofinwe purses his lips and walks away, Feanáro raises his chin and turns back.
Just signed up for the Trick or Treat exchange. It’s multi-fandom, basically like Yuletide, except with a super low minimum word count (300 words), so it’s pretty feasible even if you’re a busy person with no time for fun exchange things. ;) Just in case anyone else wants to sign up, too
and write Rivers of London fic for me maybe?
Also, I won’t be around much for the rest of the week because I’m being social. Help? I am, however, absurdly excited for Sin City 2 tomorrow. :D In other news, I got new glasses today. New glasses plus super cool sunglasses, I look like a boss. Even more so than usual that is. Makes up for the fact that I’m vaguely disoriented and have a headache because new glasses fuck with your head.
OH AND THE BEST THING EVER THERE WILL BE ANOTHER ROUND OF THE FIVE ACTS MEME SOME TIME IN OCTOBER OR SO FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Sorry for the capslock, but the five acts meme is pretty much the best fandom thing ever, so …. yeah. I’m appropriately excited.
OMFG YES . PART 1 IS ABSOLUTELY AWESOME! I didn’t like the second movie much but yes SH WAS FUCKING AWESOME!
I like the first one better than the second one (although I might be biased there because I adore Mark Strong and because the Blackwood/Coward fandom was a thing of beauty), but I still enjoyed the second one a lot. Moran was great, Moriarty was appropriately creepy, Holmes and Watson were almost more married than in the first part, it was wonderful. I always get a bit tired of random German villains, but since it fit the context, I didn’t mind much.
Forever giggling about Moran’s terrible German and Holmes’ terrible German (Moriarty managed slightly less terrible German, but then again he was just singing and that probably makes it easier than actually speaking it).
kind of really disappointed there’s no rivers of london fic with nightingale being queer as fuck in interwar london
like let’s talk about the jazz age and the Bright Young People and partying and scavenger hunts and the soho/leicester square/fitzrovia scene and the theatres and clubs and being a disillusioned young person in post-WWI britain
super tempted to make this happen