john rudy


Some highlights from Jack Kirby’s Fourth World Gallery, published by DC Comics, 1996. Pin-ups by:

Dan Jurgens and Brett Breeding

Eduardo Barreto

Walter Simonson

John Byrne and Walter Simonson

Tom Mandrake

Steve Crespo and Rudy Nebres

Jim Calafiore and John Dell

J.H. Williams III and Mick Gray

Sal Velluto and Mark McKenna

Mitch O’Connell and Rick Taylor


All-NBA Teams annouced today.. interesting, amoungst the 4 teams (inc snub team) only 1 Shooting Guard!

What do you think of the teams? Anyone else you think was snubbed?


Harrison, John
Commander | Starfleet ID# P9-21547-DT10

Official bio: Associate researcher, Starfleet Data Archive.

Real name: Khan Noonien Singh, Human Augment.
Out of cryostasis and pressed into slavery by Section 31 in 2258.

Last seen after the explosion of the Kelvin weapons research facility, where he failed to smuggle out 72 long-range torpedoes previously stored in the facility.
On the run from Starfleet, presumed armed and dangerous.
Orders are to shoot on sight.

“This is a manhunt, pure and simple.”
–Admiral Alexander Marcus, Starfleet Commander in Chief
Language of Love - isitandwonder - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Sherlock wants to brush up his German.  The source he chooses leads  to some unexpected events, featuring awkward conversations, the misuse of a fountain pen and the usual misunderstandings. But they figure it out in the end. 

This is a birthday fic for @missmuffin221! Happy birthday, dear! I tried to include two of your major kinks - porn in German and the thing with the thighs. I hope you like it.

“Oh, Herr Doktor, schauen Sie nur, ich glaube, mit meinem Schwengel stimmt was nicht.” - “Das kann ich mir nicht vorstellen, Rudi, zeig mal her.” - “Hier, schauen Sie nur, wie groß er ist. Und so hart. Und vorne tropft es raus.” - “Hm, das muss ich mir genauer ansehen. Bück dich vornüber. Ja, das ist doch mal eine schöne Aussicht. Sag mal, steckst du dir manchmal was in dein Poloch, Rudi?”

John has been reading the papers, not really paying attention what Sherlock is up to on his laptop. After all, he has this strange case on in which two German tourists seem to play a vital role. Therefore, it’s no surprise that Sherlock, vain git that he is, wants to brush up his language skills to be able to interrogate said tourists in their mother tongue. That’s why John had thought nothing of it as snippets of a conversation in a foreign language filled their living room. It had been filled with worse (toxic fumes and deadly assassins among them).

Only when characteristic noises, that are usually unheard of at three o’clock in the afternoon in their sitting room, emanate from the laptop speakers does John suddenly sit up, pricking up his ears.

“What are you doing over there?” he asks, getting up from his chair and walking over to Sherlock, who stares somewhat perturbed on the laptop screen.

“Research?” Sherlock answers, but it sounds doubtful.

“What exactly are you…? Oh my god!”

“Indeed, John.”

“And what is he doing with his…?”

Sherlock slams the laptop shut.

“That was…” he starts.

“Yes.” John agrees.

“You don’t even know what I wanted to say, John.” Sherlock protests, obviously miffed for being talked over.

“Well, anything you might want to say has already crossed my mind, believe me.”

“Anything?” Sherlock tilts his head in this peculiarly unnerving way of his that gets John’s palms all sweaty while his heart flutters in his chest.

“Sure, mate.” John wants to retreat back to the safety of his armchair and hide behind the broadsheet, but stays frozen to the spot. Somehow, the atmosphere in the room has changed. It feels charged all of a sudden.

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