The stentch of that Impala is all over your overcoat, angel.
I didn’t know that was an ACTUAL line!
I thought that it was just Tumblr being awesome.
But this is WAY MORE fucking awesome.
I just…
How can I…
This post has been brought to you by: Drinking and writing porn. You’re welcome.
ASKED:
WHILE YOU’RE POSSIBLY DRUNK AND MAKING BAD DECISIONS: Can you write one of your masturbating! Moriarty fics—only with Sherlock walking in, getting ridiculously turned on at the sight and finishing Jim off before kicking him out of 221B?
Warnings! Sex. Or… masturbation! And help!
RECEIVED:
Jim/John? Oh yes I did.
Destruction of plot! No bombs! John has his gun! Moriarty is a bastard. Wait. That’s the same. Psychologically damaging… (for John). Slight character bastardization (for John). Super-short.
Bedtime stories.
Continuation of that other story, you know the one. I can link it if you don’t (Here it is).
Sex. And… well, Moriarty. Which should be warning enough.
Possible bastardization of characters.
