watching: breaking bad

reading: should be reading my EE book, the scorch trials

listening: neutral milk hotel

anticipating: s4, shspesh, wtnv concert

this blog's queue runs from 12 to 12. blogging may be sporatic.

oeste:

do you ever cook something in the microwave but it’s still really cold in the middle and you just keep eating it instead of heating it longer because life is pointless and entropy is unavoidable and the universe is filled with callous and casual destruction

outcrying:

concept: you taking me to an aquarium and watching lovingly as i completely ignore you to look at the jellyfish

• Harry: I am an excellent secret keeper. I've kept all of our secrets.
• Ron: What secrets?
• Harry: Oh no no, Ron, I'm not going to tell you because I'm an excellent secret keeper.
•  [Ginny and Hermione walk away]
• Ron: You'll tell me later?
• Harry: You already know.

therealmartinsgrrrl:

Can you imagine John’s thirst the first time they go on holiday together somewhere warm and sunny, like southern Spain or something, and to John’s total and complete shock, Sherlock actually gets really tan? And he gets freckles across his nose and on his forearms, and gets little streaks of light brown in his hair, and his hair is just all messy and windblown all the time???? And that tantalising little peek of pale skin just under his swimming trunks, over his hipbones and on the swell of his arse???? And Sherlock always smells like suntan lotion and sea salt and clean sweat???? Can you even imagine how badly John would want him all the time, like even more than usual??? He’d be on his knees the second the hotel door slammed shut, yanking Sherlock’s swim trunks off and licking up his thighs and nuzzling his face into his skin and grunting out how hot Sherlock is, how FUCKING hot, while Sherlock just whimpers and gasps and hangs on for dear life and tries not to let his knees give out.

achillogy:

sherlock riding john, grinding against him nice and slow, john digging his fingertips into sherlock’s hipbones as he looks up at him and growling ‘’yeah, just like that, you love fucking yourself on my cock, don’t you’’ and sherlock whimpering and picking up the pace 😰

militarywatson:

imagine john depriving sherlock from most of his senses – a blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, hands and feet tied to each bed post – simply because he wants to be the only thing in sherlock’s mind. the weeknd would be playing through the headphones (see: “earned it”) and when he touched him it would be feather light and fleeting all across his body. give john a good while of watching sherlock writhe and he would be taking those headphones off to sing his own praises, blindfold off to see hungry eyes, and untying hands and feet so thighs could be wrapped around his torso and nails could scrape into his back against the nearest wall they could get to, kissing lips blue and not bothering to muffle sharp cries and deep moans.