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THE FINAL PROBLEM OF JOHN WATSON - TRAILER
This fan trailer is based on popular theory that last episode of Sherlock (The Final Problem) was actually John’s hallucination after Eurus shot him in a face. I would give everything to see this version of TFP for real :D That would at least make some sense.
Female Sexual Anatomy - External
The external female sex organs include two folds of flesh, one inside the other called the Labia Majora and the Labia Minora (the major lip and the minor lip). Inside the labia minora on the top is the glans clitoris which is protected by the clitoral hood. The glans clitoris is an organ with many nerve endings that can be a source of sexual pleasure. The glans is only the outside of the clitoris which extends back into the body underlying the labia and continuing along the roof of the vaginal wall.
The urethral opening connects to the bladder and urine comes out of it.
The vaginal opening is where the penis goes during sexual intercourse. It connects to the womb, oviducts, and ovaries where children are conceived.
The anus is the opening of the large intestine and food waste comes out of it.
The female differs from the male in that females have three openings while males have only two (an anus and the urethra which carries both sperm and urine)
Full image behind the cut
image inspired by:
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vaginal_opening_-_english_description.jpg
Buster Keaton gifs for all your fandom needs
When a WIP ends on an angsty cliffhanger:
When you didn’t realize you were reading deathfic:
When you keep reading even after realizing it’s deathfic:
When you remember that embarrassing thing you said 12 years ago:
When there’s something that everyone else loves that squicks you out:
When Tumblr is full of fanwank and you have no idea what’s going on:
When someone leaves a bitchy comment on your fic:
When someone leaves a lovely comment on your fic:
When AO3 won’t let you leave more kudos:
When your favorite author posts a new fic:
When it’s 3am and your favorite author posts a new fic:
“even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. it is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist” ‒ hayao miyazaki
A sincere request from someone who has spent her entire adult life wishing people had kept better records…
In the coming weeks and months… RECORD WHAT IS HAPPENING.
Start a journal, take photos, keep a video diary, make a daily blog post, jot a few notes down in a day planner, whatever!
It is not very often that you can be certain that you’re living in a time that historians will study in detail.
The nightly news can tell us the facts, twitter can tell us the larger cultural trends, but no one can keep an accurate record of your daily life and honest thoughts during this crisis but you.
Are you scared to death? Write it down.
Are you still thinking this is being blown out of proportion? Write it down.
Are you still being forced to work and are pissed as hell about it? Write it down.
Did you see someone do something kind that made you smile? Write it down.
Is your grocery store completely out of toilet paper? Take a picture.
Is your normally bustling neighborhood eerily empty? Take a video.
Did you see a really funny plague joke on twitter? Write it down so you/your grandkids and/or future historians can have a laugh.
I have never successfully kept a journal in my entire life, but I’ve been keeping one since the 10th. Nothing fancy. Just a summary of my day in quarantine, what my family’s up to, today’s news and my current thoughts.
Even if it’s only for you to look back on this time honestly, without the bias of hindsight, you won’t regret doing it.
Future historians will thank you.
DEVIL JOHN
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:
Why was it so dark here?
His wound was gone now, but there had been an awful lot of blood before.
“Are you done now?” A voice called out, a lilting voice that rose and fell like music. “Have you realized yet, or are you still in denial?”
“Hello? Where am I? I can't see you.”
“It's hard for you, I know, but I would have expected that as a doctor you would realize the truth sooner rather than later.”
The voice sounded familiar, male, a bit high pitched, sing-song. No, it couldn't be. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am. You just don't...want...to believe it. You don't want to see it either. I haven't seen this much smoke since the first time I burned down my orphanage.”
“Moriarty? But you're dead!”
“Yes, I am...Ah! You almost see it, but your mind is fighting it. You have such a titanic skill at denial, don't you John?”
“Denying what!”John barked. The light became darker. “What are you doing with the lights?”
“Nothing Johnny boy. It's you who is doing it.”
“I'm not dead!”
“You are, that's why you won't see me. When you realize the truth, it will all become clear.”
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