Almost 130 public libraries have closed in the last year in Britain while an extra 3,000 volunteers have been brought in to run remaining services, as the decade’s austerity pressures see local authorities continuing to apply swingeing cuts to budgets.
The annual survey of British libraries by the Chartered Institute of Public Finance and Accountancy (Cipfa) has revealed a similar picture each year since 2010, with the number of branches and paid staff falling every year.
Devil John 8 - Want
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
Sherlock strides ahead, his long legs covering the distance quickly. John follows, his legs widening as he walks.
The flair of his coat.
Sherlock was always was a drama queen.
Sherlock pushes open the gate with his gloved hand, then he stops and looks back at John before rushing down the road. John steps through and looks at the street stretching out before them. The damp pavement glistens in the lamplight. Sherlock pauses at a quiet street corner and glances around before crossing. Bouncing lightly on his toes as he jumps over a puddle. He rushes, despite the fact that there is no sign of pursuit, pausing in his walk every so often however to glance back at John.
At University, John read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. Sherlock reminds him of Orpheus. He is a musician, and John did indeed come from the underworld.
What is that look in his eyes? Bedroom eyes. Sherlock on his bed in only his pants. A hand drifting down. Lidded eyes falling shut as he reaches inside. His mouth falling open.
John wonders if Eurydice had such dirty thoughts while watching her lover. A glance back, and Sherlock turns down another street.
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It is sad that in every age we must be reminded that it is wrong to kill children.
On July 1942, 2, most of the children of Lidice, a small village in what was then Czechoslovakia, were handed over to the gestapo office of the gestapo.
These 82 children were then transported to the of extermination camp 70 kilometers away. Once they arrived, they were gassed to death. This remarkable sculpture by Marie Uchytilová commemorates this massacre.
A group of Bronze Sculptures, paying tribute to the children who died. Its construction was decided in 1969 by the woman sculptor, Marie Uchytilova. As a symbol of an imaginary tomb of the 13 million most innocent victims of the war - children, she chose as model, 82 children of lidice asphyxiated in the gas rooms of chelmno.
She took 20 years to make this beautiful sculpture because she used the vintage documents to reproduce the faces of the missing children and to represent them according to their exact size.
This is an all-year-round prompt challenge for all Holmes universes set in the 19th century (ACD Canon, Granada, A Study In Emerald, etc.). You can post prompts or pick some to fill. Deadlines are optional: you can set them for your prompts or leave them open-ended. This is a no pressure challenge, so you can fill prompts at your own pace (if the deadline is not specified by the prompt poster). There is a prompt filling month twice a year, though, when everyone is encouraged to fill the prompts they’ve picked over the previous months (see announcements later). Any ratings, from Gen to Explicit. No word count restrictions. Artists and vidders are very welcome to join!
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I added three prompts so far. One for Anthony Horowitz’s Moriarty plus one for Neil Gaiman’s A Study in Emerald (like, I have some questions after reading both. I don’t think I’m going to write in those ‘verses, but if somebody did, I’d be happy!) and one ACD (I’d love to write a story about it but I have zero headcanons). Absolutely anyone can add prompts! Even if you don’t intend to fill any :) Who knows, maybe your prompt will inspire someone!
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Devil John
Chapter 2 - Hell
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Summary: John is dead, but that’s not the end for him. Not when he has a soul left to corrupt.
Excerpt:
The room is dark, illuminated by a bare yellow incandescent light hanging down from a pale cord that has been tied in a hangman's noose. Light pools around his feet in a circle fading away into blackness. The world outside of this little circle of light is darker than a starless night, blacker than a coal mine.
Along the wall, he sees small black spiders scurrying around. They sit just outside the circle of light. Their red eyes glowing, their bodies hidden in obscurity.
“Back with us now are you, Johnny?” sings a voice with an Irish accent. “It's about time.”
John watches as Moriarty walks slowly toward him, defiling the circle of light with his very presence. He's wearing the Westwood now, under a black knee-length coat with a blood red lining. His eyes bore into John's naked flesh and he sneers.
John looks down. There are scars on his hairy chest. His bullet wound from Afghanistan is back now. He pushes to his feet, not wanting to show such vulnerability to an enemy. His back scrapes against the coarse wall and starts to bleed.
“Moriarty! This is the kind of thing that I'd expect of someone like you. I knew it had to be a trick. Where are we, and why are you holding me here?”
Moriarty rolls his head back with a sigh. Then he stomps around in a tiny circle bobbing his head from side to side in frustration as he cries, “Hell and Devils! Are we back to that again, Johnny Boy? I SO hate repeating myself.” Moriarty whips his head around to glare at John as he yells. “WHERE ARE WE?”
His voice hits John like a slap, and he falls to his knees.
“Now Johnny boy, Tell me WHERE! WE! ARE!”
“In Hell,” John says quietly.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Additional Tags: Angst, Sex, First Time, Post Season 3 Summary:
Dearest Sherlock,
It’s only a matter of time before the police come to get me. It’s much too obvious. I wouldn’t even rate the crime scene a four. It’s always the husband, isn’t it?
This morning’s bedhead is starting the year off in style. https://www.instagram.com/p/B61D1waBqdK/?igshid=tzbn2icwuoq4
I thought you might find this useful.
Polls open at 7am! Go early!
ALRIGHTY EVERYONE if you are planning on voting in the primary tomorrow and all you upcoming primary states here’s what you need to know:
There will 100% be fuckery when it comes to closing polling sites unexpectedly or switching locations without notice. This already happened in other primaries this year and I live in AZ & we dealt with this in 2016 where it was taken to court AND FOUND TO BE LITERAL VOTER SUPPRESSION but nobody got in trouble and nothing was done.
So I’m just telling y’all who plan to vote EXPECT there to be shit that goes wrong because 👏🏽they 👏🏽don’t 👏🏽want 👏🏽you 👏🏽to 👏🏽vote. People in AZ were seriously waiting 8+ hours so if you’re going tomorrow make sure to bring water, dress for the weather in case lines are outside, and bring ID!! Some places will go smoothly, but it’s good to come prepared!
Also, your employer is legally required to allow you to go vote - I know all this doesn’t really mean shit at some places, and some of y’all literally can’t miss the work - but for those of you that can get that time off and go vote because anything’s better than being at work lol
Devil John 7 - Sex
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
In the army, his unassuming nature and his ability to get a repeat date with any woman who had dropped her knickers for him once was what spurred the men to name him Three-Continents Watson.
He couldn't help the desire he felt whenever a pretty woman walked by, but it was contained somewhat by his certainty that he could have them begging and calling his name if he wanted them to. Even so, he always felt a little tense when he was alone with a woman.
Men, for the most part, did nothing for him. John found them uninteresting, almost without exception. Until a man had strutted across the lab toward him with his cheekbones and his tailored suit and John had felt it like a punch in the gut. He'd even had the gall to wink at him on his way out, just like she had, reminding him of what it felt like to be powerless.
When Sherlock had taken John's very mild query into his sexual orientation and thrown it in his face, John knew that his momentary thought of perhaps giving the other side a go was never going to happen. He put it out of his mind.
And yet, Sherlock always had a way of throwing him off balance. He definitely was NOT a woman, but sometimes the ever-changing color of his eyes, or the pale freckles on his neck as he stood playing the violin, or the rounded curve of his ass would hit John in a way that made him feel like he was back in that referee's closet.
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