flip-of-a-coin

On My Command...

aria-lerendeair submitted:


John held out the coin to Sherlock. “You’re going to flip it while I call it. I don’t want you cheating.”

Sherlock frowned. “I would not cheat.”

“To win this you would.” John said, daring Sherlock to argue with him. When the detective did nothing but glare at him he grinned. “So flip it.”

He spun the coin into the air, caught it in a quick motion and covered it with his hand, looking at John.  “Chose carefully John.”  

John smirked.  “Heads.”  

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.  John was positive in his answer.  Yet there was no way he could have calculated the trajectory with how hard and quickly Sherlock had flipped it.  How did he know.  He lifted his hand and stared at the head on the quarter.  

“Surprised I guessed right?”  John teased.  

“It wasn’t a guess.  You were certain of the answer.”  Sherlock flipped the coin over and frowned.  It was not a double-sided coin.  How had John been certain?

John laughed and took the coin away from Sherlock.  “Sometimes a guess is just a guess Sherlock.”  He licked his lips.  “You know the terms of the bet.”  He ordered softly.  “Strip, in the chair, legs spread on either side.  Hands and arms behind your back.  Move.”  

Sherlock met John’s eyes for a moment and then began to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders, followed by the undershirt, belt, trousers and pants.  The chair in the kitchen had been moved to the center of the living room and he sank into it, spreading his legs.  He dropped his head forward until his chin touched his chest and shifted so he was holding onto his wrists, the muscles of his shoulders straining.  

He was already fully hard and could feel John staring.  John, who had been so certain of winning.  Sherlock closed his eyes and took a slow breath.  

“And just think, you are restrained by nothing other than your own will.”  John purred, walking towards Sherlock.  He removed his socks and peeled the jumper off as well.  He stood behind Sherlock.  “You remember the terms?”  

“You are going to attempt to talk me into orgasm.”  Sherlock said, scowling as he looked up at John.  He rolled his shoulders a little, adjusting his grip.  “You do not get to touch me.  Only words.  My eyes must stay closed.”  

John smirked.  “Yes.  Indeed.”  He waited until Sherlock had done just that and licked his lips.  

Sherlock waited.  It was warm in the flat.  John had insisted on a higher than normal temperature since one of them would be naked.  “John?”  

“Shh.”  John purred into Sherlock’s ear.  “Relax.  I am not going to hurt you.  I am going to make you scream.”  He watched Sherlock shudder and a dribble of precome escape from the tip of his cock.  

“You didn’t think I noticed how much you liked my captain’s voice in Baskerville Sherlock?”  John stepped closer, the edge of iron control still present in his voice.  “You think I didn’t notice all those signs you love pointing out?  Dilated pupils?  Shortness of breath?”  

Sherlock kept his eyes firmly closed.  John.  John.  John.  All around him.  Scent, cheap cologne from the store.  Breathing.  He could hear it.  Feel puffs of hot air against his skin.  His body shivered again and he held onto his wrist tighter, tensing his back to give John a proper view.  

John gave a dark chuckle.  “Oh, very pretty.”  He leaned closer and exhaled into Sherlock’s ear, savoring the hard shiver the dark-haired man gave.  

“Oh get on with it.”  Sherlock grumbled.  He shifted minutely, praying that John would not notice how aroused he was already.  

“Feeling the pressure Sherlock?”  John kept his voice low, gruff.  Sherlock loved it.  He could tell by the shudder that made it’s way down Sherlock’s spine.  “Here I thought I would have to put in some proper effort.”  

John took another moment to take in the sight of Sherlock like this.  He knelt in front of Sherlock and blew air across the tip of his cock, watching every muscle in his body tense, and a short cry escape his throat.  

“No touching!”  Sherlock snarled, keeping his eyes clenched shut.  

John smirked.  “I didn’t touch you.”  He let a hot puff of air hit Sherlock’s inner thigh.  “I love how your thighs quiver when you are like this.  You want to beg, but you are too proud.  But your body, your cock?  They do not lie.”  

Sherlock growled, the air feeling far too hot around him.  He could feel John, every exhale against his thighs now.  

“No matter what your voice says, no matter what that brilliant mind of yours comes up with to hide the truth, when you are stripped bare like this?  Your body does not lie.”  John licked his lips and felt Sherlock’s attention snap towards the sound.  Even with his eyes closed, his senses were perfectly attuned to everything around him.  

John stood up and walked to the side of Sherlock, breathing against his neck.  “Your body and your looks are a weapon.  I love that you wield that weapon with a precision others wish they had.  You know just how to move, how to look.  But it is all calculated.  But like this?  You are desperate.  You want.  You want so much, but cannot bring yourself to ask for it.”  

Sherlock shuddered and struggled to control his breathing, his breath coming in faster and faster pants.  John had to pick this moment to truly observe.  

“You want control to be taken away from you.  You need someone to prove that they are your equal.”  John smirked.  “I did that.  Didn’t I Sherlock?”  

A sound that may have been a whine coming from anyone else escaped his throat.  “John…”  

“The best part about all of this, Sherlock?”  John shifted his position again so he was speaking with only a millimeter between their lips.  “The best part is that you are inches away from orgasm.  But I can’t ask you to come, can I?  That doesn’t work with your special set of rules.”  

Sherlock shuddered.  “J-John…”  

“You have to be ordered.”  John pulled away from Sherlock, watching his body tense, wondering where the next almost-touch would come from.  He knelt in front of Sherlock again, staring at the precome leaking from Sherlock’s cock in awe.  It had to be timed carefully.  He swallowed and leaned in closer, breathing against the tip, his voice hard steel, the kind that would not be disobeyed.  

“Come.  Now.”  

Sherlock’s world went white.









….right. Well THAT happened. <3

[Part 2: A Good Soldier Obeys Orders]

[Part 3: The Prestige]

HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *EXPLODES!!!!!!!! ~♥

Hillary won 701-697, a four-delegate spread. Bernie got 84% of the 18-29 vote. About 69,000 fewer people caucused for the Democrats this year in Iowa than at the last one in 2008. What that tells me is that if more young people had gotten out and participated, he could easily have won. Because it wasn’t the 65+ demographic–who overwhelmingly voted for Hillary–staying home. They pretty much just don’t stay home for these things. It was us. If you want to know what difference your participation can make, just look at Iowa. If more people in our age range had gotten up and done something–not even that many more! look how close that spread is!–this could have been a very different story. They were literally flipping coins in some precincts! One more person could have swayed them! So, you know, fucking vote.

desmoinesregister.com
Sometimes, Iowa Democrats award caucus delegates with a coin flip
It happened tonight in Ames, Des Moines and Davenport.

In a handful of Democratic caucus precincts Monday, a delegate was awarded with a coin toss.

It happened in precinct 2-4 in Ames, where supporters of candidates Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton disputed the results after 60 caucus participants apparently disappeared from the proceedings.

As a result of the coin toss, Clinton was awarded an additional delegate, meaning she took five of the precinct’s eight, while Sanders received three.

Similar situations played out at various precincts across the state, but had an extremely small effect on the overall outcome, in which Clinton won 49.9 percent of statewide delegate equivalents, while Sanders won 49.5 percent. The delegates that were decided by coin flips were delegates to the party’s county conventions, of which there are thousands selected across the state from 1,681 separate precincts. They were not the statewide delegate equivalents that are reported in the final results.

The statewide delegate equivalents that determine the outcome on caucus night are derived from the county-level delegates, but are aggregated across the state and weighted in a manner that makes individual county delegate selections at a handful of precincts count for a tiny fraction of the ultimate result.

Here’s what happened in Ames, according to David Schweingruber, an associate professor of sociology at Iowa State University (and Sanders supporter) who participated in the caucus:

A total of 484 eligible caucus attendees were initially recorded at the site. But when each candidate’s preference group was counted, Clinton had 240 supporters, Sanders had 179 and Martin O’Malley had five (causing him to be declared non-viable).

Those figures add up to just 424 participants, leaving 60 apparently missing. When those numbers were plugged into the formula that determines delegate allocations, Clinton received four delegates and Sanders received three — leaving one delegate unassigned.

Unable to account for that numerical discrepancy and the orphan delegate it produced, the Sanders campaign challenged the results and precinct leaders called a Democratic Party hot line set up to advise on such situations.

Party officials recommended they settle the dispute with a coin toss.
A Clinton supporter correctly called “heads” on a quarter flipped in the air, and Clinton received a fifth delegate.

Similar situations were reported elsewhere, including at a precinct in Des Moines, at another precinct in Des Moines, in Newton, in West Branch  and in Davenport. In all five situations, Clinton won the toss.

A coin flip

How close was the Iowa caucus last night? In several precincts, they had to flip a coin:

In the week leading up to Iowa, I wrote you a lot about how close this election was going to be. I never imagined that we’d be talking about coin flips the day after, but that’s how close it was.

New Hampshire votes in its primary just one week from today. We want to come away with a sure victory to give Bernie the momentum he needs to win the White House.

Can you chip in $5 to our campaign to help make sure Bernie wins on Tuesday? Click here to make another contribution now.

The political establishment never thought we would get this far. Let’s show them what we’re made of this week.

In solidarity,

Jeff Weaver
Campaign Manager
Bernie 2016

A Flip of the Coin

this-simple-mind submitted:

John never knew what shape the flat would be in when he emerged from his room each morning, and that was due solely—as you might imagine—to Sherlock. The possibilities were limitless, and John’s creativity had not yet ballooned sufficiently to anticipate the depth and variety of Sherlock’s methods of transforming their home.

What might greet John from day to day depended entirely upon the insomniac detective’s unpredictable whims. Domestic war zone, with teacups smashed and experiments scattered to the floor in a fit of pique? Elegant concert hall, with Sherlock waltzing his way through in improvised bit of brilliance on the violin? Conspiracy theorist’s den, with stolen files strewn about and photos and newspaper clippings tacked to the walls as Sherlock untangled some impossible web of intrigue?

A flip of the coin. Anything and everything.

He never knew, and in spite of the discomfort and inconvenience and disorder brought about by Sherlock’s nocturnal occupations, John secretly loved it. It was never boring, for one. It brought a beautiful unpredictability to his life, a brightness, that he hadn’t felt since his time under the endless Afghan sky. He’d find himself leaping from bed—sleep dust rubbed hastily from his eyes—restraining himself from racing down the stairs just to see what new scene awaited him, what inventive thing Sherlock had done to pass the time.

It was the greatest shock then, when John’s world was transformed, in the early hours that morning, before he even left the bed. Sherlock hadn’t done anything as egregious as tampering with John’s space—the oft-clueless genius at least understood the dangers inherent in that sort of offense. No, everything was in place. Everything neat and tidy, as it had been when he’d laid down to sleep. It was the addition of Sherlock himself that had thrown John into an alternate universe. The detective wasn’t demanding entrance or jostling him from sleep to pursue some fresh crime scene, he wasn’t seeking attention or begging a morning cuppa, as he was sometimes wont to do.

No. The man was asleep. The man who hardly paused in his frenetic pursuit of stimulation had finally given over to the demands of his body and was asleep.

In John’s bed.

Long limbs curled spider-like around John from behind, gangly things that groped needfully. Warm puffs of breath on his neck, and the disconcerting feeling of a certain rightness to it all. How those sharp elbows and knees could feel comforting, he didn’t know. But they did. They were.

And so John accepted this change to his surroundings as he did all such changes—with grace and amusement—and allowed himself the luxury of snuggling in closer. He stayed that way until the sun rose, buttery sunlight filling the room on this unusually cloudless day.

When he felt Sherlock’s breath hitch as the man resurfaced from slumber, John let a smile overtake his face.

“Good morning, Sherlock.”

Sherlock tensed as he came back to himself, but John’s steady acceptance of this turn of events almost instantly stripped that worry away.

“Good morning, John.”

Pale fingers tested the fabric of John’s shirt, explored the solid warmth underneath. John leaned into the touch, quite content with the shape of this new world.

“I think I like your bed.”

John laughed, pulling Sherlock closer. “Only one thing for it, then.”

Lips brushed along John’s nape, a soft flutter as Sherlock rumbled a deep, questioning hum.

“I suppose you’ll have to stay.” The argument was sound, if simple. Even the lanky madman could see that.

So he did.

Stay, that is.

Sherlock was not a man known for repeat performances, but in this one case, he was very happy to oblige the desires of his flatmate. And so John found himself waking to this same state of affairs the next day and everyday thereafter.

AH!OhMyGosh!!!!! this is so perfect and just fjdkas;fjkdsa;!!! the johnlock is strong in this one :3 ~♥

light--chaser asked:

hey Tony! I was wondering if you could explain (if you haven't already) what happened with the Iowa caucus? I've heard talk of recounts, miscounts and coin flips, and as far as I've seen it was a virtual tie but Hillary still won with 23 delegates to Bernie's 21. and what does this mean for the future of this election? I've seen that Bernie is projected to win New Hampshire. is this close win in Iowa still significant? (feel free to answer this publicly if it would help folks, and thank you!)

Honestly, Iowa is not all that important overall, its population isn’t even very reflective of our nation as a whole. 

Iowa is basically just a test of a candidates ground game.

Since Iowa uses the caucus system, the ability to turn out supporters at a specific time in an fairly even distribution is very important. In order to do well the candidates have to show that their political network is capable doing that. Mostly, the parties are looking to see who can run an effective campaign, so how well you did relative to your support is very important. If a candidate get more delegates than was anticipated from them, it shows how effective they are in getting more of their supporters to vote. 

Also, it is not doom and gloom because Hillary got more delegates. You need 2,383 delegates to win the nomination, Iowa has 59 total but only 44 to give through the Caucus System


One thing we must understand is that the Founding Fathers were not completely on board with the whole Democracy thing. They had only one direct election for federal office at the founding, for the House. I could go on about this for hours but I will reserve that for a different post. Anyways, the point is that our system of government has always placed buffers between the people and their elected officials, in the case of Iowa it is Delegates. 

This is where it gets slightly complicated because the media just refers to delegates, but not all delegates are equal. 

So, here are the counts for Precinct Delegates in Iowa:

701-697, a difference of 4 delegates. 

What makes this interesting is that 6 delegates were decided by coin flip with Hillary winning every time. 

That means that Bernie Sanders won 697 delegates to the 695 Hillary Clinton won, the other 6 were just dumb luck. In that way, Bernie actually won the Iowa Caucuses. 

What makes me even more hopeful is that the Party is, so far, not releasing the raw voting data. Since the party is basically an extension of the Clinton Political Machine at this point, it makes it seem like Bernie could have won the popular vote.

What this means for the future of this election is that Bernie Sanders is only gaining momentum going into the Primaries. Honestly, I could not be more proud of the result in Iowa. 

Just a 2 months ago we were down 22% to Hillary in Iowa. Now we have basically tied her in the Iowa Caucuses. 

havetardiswilltimetravel asked:

"Heads, you take me to bed. Tails, I take you to bed," John jested with a lopsided smile. With a flick of his thumb, the coin rose into the air - and Sherlock caught it. "I didn't like my odds..." Sherlock explained, flashing a grin. "How about I just ravish you here instead?"

yesssssssssssssssss Good idea Sherlock, very good mmmmmmm :3

New Hampshire You’re Up!

The big lesson from Iowa for Bernie Sanders supporters is that every vote counts and nothing should be taken for granted.  Bernie got 21 of Iowa’s 52 delegates.  That’s big.  However, all day election day, the news media (Hillary shills all) reported Bernie was ahead.  This likely led some of his supporters to think their votes weren’t necessary, so they didn’t go to the caucus.  

In the end Hillary got 30 delegates and can claim she won Iowa, because in three precincts there was one extra delegate and those were decided by three coin flips which Hillary won.  So, basically Hillary can claim she won Iowa by one elected delegate and six coin flips.  That’s far from a “decisive” win.

It’s your turn now New Hampshire.  Polls again show Bernie ahead, but they did in Iowa on election day and that caused lower turn out for Bernie.  Don’t take it for granted that Bernie’s current lead in the polls means you can sit this one out.

 New Hampshire, don’t count on Bernie winning without your vote.  You must go vote on February 9th.

usuncut.com
The Absurd Way Hillary Clinton "Won" Some of Those Iowa Votes
While Iowa is still too close to call, Hillary Clinton has a small county delegate lead over Bernie Sanders. That lead is the result of a coin toss.

The entire Clinton lead is due to coin flips. 3 (now 5) coin flips flipped the state. If Sanders had won said coin flips Sanders would been in Clinton’s position at the moment. ABC has called it too close to call, and even with the 3 flips in Clinton’s favor it is still only a point two percent (.2%) lead. 

This is with out a doubt a tie. 

Also let’s do better than flipping a coin. 

No hard feeling toward Clinton, she ran hard and did well, but Iowa, seriously find a better means of deciding a tie.

This is democracy not a school yard contest.  

(update it’s now 5 coin tosses, 4 ties and 1 issue with inconsistent numbers.  See the bottom of the article for tweets about the to the instances.)