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yeralesbianmari replied to your post: yeralesbianmari replied to your audio post:…

but its so effin cute it makes me smileeeeee. i’m jealous. at least you sound cute. i just sound like a dying moose when I sing. YOURE AMAZING GRETA. AND ADORABLE. HOW CAN YO BE SEXY AND ADORABLE AT THE SAME TIME?! STOP IT.

BUT YOU HAVE A SINGING VOICE THAT IS SPLENDID

I’M NOT AMAZING IN ANY ACTUAL REGARD

OR ADORABLE

you don’t need to ask me how, it’s obvious you already know how to be sexy and adorable at the same time

Wholock Crackfic! TenxRose and Johnlock.

Sherlock and John were taking a walk and frolicking through a field and eating ice cream one day when something very strange happened. They heard this really loud whirring screechy-type noise that was like WRREEEEERRR WRREEEERR and watched in disbelief as an old fashioned blue phone box with a glowing blue light on top of it suddenly materialized before them.

“What the fuck Sherlock what is this” said John.

“Hell if I know John. I think it’s some sort of blue police public call box.”

“Well yeah no shit, Sherlock. It says that right on the front.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

Then, the door opened and out stepped a slender man (with fucking AMAZING hair) in a pinstripe suit and this sexy blonde girl wearing a Union Flag shirt and jeans.

“Right then. 21st century London, what a surprise,” said the blonde, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Literally.

“Oy, if the TARDIS brought us here, then there must be a reason for it! Hey look. There are some ordinary passersby. Let’s go have a chat with them, eh?” The man in the suit grabbed his friend’s hand and hurried up to the two men with their delicious frozen dairy treats still in their hands. “Hello there! I’m The Doctor and this is my dear friend and sex buddy Rose Tyler!” he held his hand out as an invitation for the two strangers to shake it. His hand I mean. He wanted to shake hands with them.

“OH MY GAWD, YOU’RE A DOCTOR?? SO AM I. THIS IS COOL. Hi, I’m John. John Watson. John Hamish Watson” said John.

“Good to meet you, John!” the Doctor grinned at his new acquaintance. “And you are?” he said, looking at the scarved and stoic detective.

“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes” he finally replied, taking the strange man’s hand in his own and gripping it firmly. Then he let it go because he didn’t want it to end up being one of those awkward handshakes that are just a couple of seconds too long. It wasn’t.

“No. You’re kidding. THE Sherlock Holmes? Rose! I told you there was a reason the TARDIS brought us here!”

“And you were right! As usual” she said rolling her big ol’ brown beautiful eyes. “Hello, Mr. Holmes. Rose Tyler. Nice to meet you!”

“Yes” replied Sherlock coldly. Speaking of cold, his ice cream was not so cold anymore and was starting to melt. John noticed.

“Sherlock! You have ice cream all over your hand! Let me get that for you.” John had already finished his dessert, but didn’t mind having Sherlock’s as well. So he went over and licked the melted ice cream off of his friend’s hand in like 3 seconds flat. He ate all of it. It was pretty cool. He left the cone, though. He knew that was Sherlock’s favorite part.

“THX BBY!” said Sherlock as he gave his lover a little Eskimo kiss. The Doctor and Rose looked at each other and exchanged a look filled with some emotion that I can’t think of right now.

“Hey, guess what this thing is! It’s a time and space traveling machine! It’s pretty awesome and it’s bigger on the inside and stuff. But, y’know, no big deal or anything” interrupted the Doctor, clearly jealous that Sherlock’s attention was not on him anymore.

Sherlock looked up and said “Yes, I see. It’s dimensionally transcendental. Obviously it’s bigger on the inside. It’s a Type 40 Time And Relative Dimensions In Space TARDIS. Approximately 900 years old. Its chameleon circuit became dysfunctional sometime in the 60’s, which explains it’s obsolete police phone box disguise, and you haven’t gotten around to fixing it. The way you hold yourself and the goofy smile on your face signifies that you’re clearly trying to cover up your dark past, and considering the fact that you have two hearts, which is made obvious by the double pulse coming through your carotid, you’re a time lord. The last of the time lords. Am I wrong?”

“Woah. Holy crap. That was awesome” Rose broke the short silence that followed Sherlock’s amazing deduction.

“Yeah, I know” Sherlock gloated. “Anyway, since I assume you were about to invite John and I to join you, we accept. LET’S ROLL, BITCHES. TIME AND SPACE IS ABOUT TO GET JOHNLOCKED!!!!!”

Then they did an awesome four-way-jumping high five while simultaneously yelling YEAH! and then they ran into the TARDIS, went to Barcelona (the planet, not the city) and got drunk and had an awesome dance party.

Oh, and on the way, each couple went to their separate deluxe suites and had tons of hot and kinky sex. John’s and Sherlock’s sex involved jam and a riding crop. Then John blogged about it later. The Doctor and Rose had sex while wearing cardboard 3-D glasses. It was pretty fucking sexy.

THE END.

artemismoon12 replied to your link: I want Christmas fic prompts…

The 10th Doctor dropping in on the rp girls and colin- twould make me lol

Christmas was there again, and everyone seemed to be in such a festive spirit. Tree’s had been hauled in an decorated, presents had been wrapped and put underneath, and stockings were hung from fireplaces all around. If anyone asked her, Mari would have told you that Christmas in England was her idea, but the girls argued over it quite a lot. Whose idea it was didn’t matter so much. The fact the plan was being executed was all that they really focused on.

Sarah had found them a nice chalet in a smaller village, the only place big enough to hold all eight of them, and together they’d pooled their money on the let. It was, by far, the greatest idea any of them had ever had.

Plopping down on the long sectional sofa between Colin and Jen, Sarah yawned and curled up snuggling between the two like she was made to fit there. She looked up and smiled at the sight of Hailey and Perry hanging the last of the ornaments onto their little tree, and Immy and Laina stealing a quick kiss under the mistletoe in the arch that led to the kitchen.

“I’m so happy we got to do this!” Mari squeaked, snuggling into Islay a little more at the end of the sofa. “This is the best Christmas ever, all of us together like this.” And she was right. Of course they’d all met before, but all at different times. It was truly remarkable to have everyone in the same place all at once.

“It really is.” Colin agreed with a smile of his own.

“Guy’s it’s snowing outside!” Immy exclaimed excitedly, peering through the six-pane window to the front of the house. Sure enough a light dusting of snow was falling, covering the ground in more white.

There was a sudden wooshing sound and a crash. All of the girls, and Colin, looked at each other puzzled, before rushing for the back door to find the source of the noise.

“What the hell…?” Sarah muttered, pulling on her shoes and wrapping a scarf around her neck. The rest of the gang followed in suit as they marched out through the snow-covered yard to the side of the shed.

There, laying on it’s side in the ice, was a bright blue police box. Mari gasped, Islay held on to her a little tighter, and Sarah took a step closer.

“Is that…?” Perry questioned.

“How the heck would that even…” Hailey replied. Laina shrugged and stood on her toes to peer over their shoulders.

Sarah inched closer, but jumped back immediately when the door on the front of the box fell open. A man with ridiculously messy hair popped out and glanced around.

“Oh. Hello!” He grinned, hopping out of the box completely. “I-uh- had a bit of a rough landing there, didn’t I?” He raked a had through his mess of brown locks and looked back at the group, who were all staring at him with wide eyes.

“Who the hell are you?” Jen quipped, brows raised and arms folded over her chest.

“Ah! Introductions, yes! Sorry.” He replied excitedly. “I’m the Doctor. And who are all of you?”

“Doctor?” Islay asked, stepping forward a bit as well. “Doctor who?”

The man’s lips turned up into a slight smirk. “Just the Doctor.”

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