Piggyback rides!
The Hulk’s face is on my boob. ;D
Michael Clarke Duncan
R.I.P.
December 10, 1957-September 3, 2012
(via sadynax)
This is my face. :D Enjoy.
WOOHOO! *\o/*
For cmcross.
Mollcroft with matchmaker Anthea and Sherlock!
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Mycroft is aware that she likes Sherlock, so he tries not to notice how sweet and odd and pretty she is. It’s not an easy task.
[Fantasy AU inspired by Game of Thrones but not in the same verse. Also Bilvy and I bounced headcanons off each other. Featuring blacksmith!Molly, archer!Lestrade, darkmagic!Sherlock and ex-knight!John. R & R bbs]
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Blackberry sky and the gentle drag of dewgrass across his eyelids. It’s queer what you remember sometimes.
The slow, powerful roll of his magic within him makes him feel like he’ll be sick, like this is too much, but Sherlock knows full well that he is just as strong as his master, was told just this morning when he managed to flay a field mouse with just a sidelong glance- so he pushes back. Hard.
It earns him nothing back a hand in the back of his hair from the man behind him. Careful, careful, he scolds, though he doesn’t mean it, not really. Sherlock twists his head and looks at him- they are one and the same, closer now than every. Black eyes meet gray. Sherlock is master, one shade lighter. On his knees again.
FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!
Penis Friday this week is for gotfanfiction who is 21 today! Happy birthday honey xxxxx
Arizona Sunset
This is my son, Samuel Mason Andrew Dominguez. Letting you know in advance, most of my blog will consist of pics of him, flowers and completely random shit no one cares about. :D