#mr-intriguing

[yuttikkele]

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock

[mintea273]

in light of recent horner shenanigans

[sidewalk-cracks]

reblog to defend your unhinged choice in the tags

[wannabe-twunk]

leatherdykery

is the shirt better buttoned or unbuttoned? i can't decide

[deerspherestudios]

Hello!

An idea popped onto my head about MR! Mychael.

Since I get migraines quite a lot it occurred to me what would that be like for him? Does it affect him in any way? Like when he attempts to read your mind when you have a headache/migraine would it just be static to him? Or could he possibly feel it too? And same with a brain freeze. I wonder how that would affect him?

For context! I don't think physical pain like headaches and the like would affect him, if anything he'd just pick up on your complaints on how much it hurts but that's about it.

It only makes sense since I keep comparing his mind reading powers akin to him reading a book; the reading material can end up damaged or in a scruffy state but as long as the text is legible he can pick up on it without feeling anything.

[paris-in-space]

I don’t really know what to do with the information but I think it’s really interesting that in Dracula, the protagonists’ prejudices actively set them back and cause obstacles between them and their goals of stopping Dracula.

Like excluding Mina because she’s a woman and not trusting Renfield because of his mental state only make things worse for everyone.

I don’t have any properly analytical points about this it’s just interesting to think about…

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Okay I have an idea for a remix of the Gloria Scott (and a bit of Study in Scarlet) (and I spend too much time thinking about E. M. Forster's Maurice, what can i say)!

We all know Holmes hates blackmail, yes? Here's his personal reason why:

Holmes and Victor Trevor are lovers. Victor takes Holmes up to his father' house in Norfolk. They spend the holidays a bit too happily in love, lulled into a false sense of security because Mr Trevor seems to like Holmes. A house guest arrives, a certain Hudson, who seems deeply suspicious of the two young men, so Holmes takes his leave with a heavy heart and burries himself in work (a pattern we know).

Weeks later, he is reached by a desperate telegram from Victor. Hudson has discovered an indiscreet bit of correspondence and disclosed it to Victor's father who has taken ill with the shock. Holmes rushes up to Norfolk to do his best to save Victor and himself.

Hudson has taken his leave in the meantime, and Trevor Senior dies before Holmes arrives. Victor is overcome with grief while Holmes is feverishly trying to find the letter. After a few hours of panic, Holmes finally deduces the hiding place and is able to destroy the letter. It was written in code, however, the cipher was not very elaborate. They still don't know where Hudson went. Still, they are safe for now.

Victor, stunned with grief and shock and knowing that his father died from the shock of his disgrace, decides to leave for the colonies. Holmes, still in love, offers to join him, but Victor, furious and heartbroken, tells him it's all over and that he's leaving this kind of life behind forever.

Miserably, Holmes returns to university. Hudson has disappeared, but Holmes feels deeply guilty because Victor has suffered from a mistake he views as his own. He neglects his degree in favour of the study of the art of detection, which does not endear him further to his own family. Holmes has never been close to his own parents, but now, in the light of what happened to Victor, he feels like any cordiality that might still remain between them is a farce that would be abandoned the minute they knew of their son's true nature. Lonely, estranged, and still vaguely heartbroken, he dedicates himself entirely to his work.

A few years later, he learns Hudson has been killed, likely by another victim, but Holmes has no wish to find the culprit (neglecting to solve the very first murder case that comes his way). Holmes has since come somewhat down in the world, struggling with depression, experimenting with a 7% solution of cocaine, morphine, and different indicators for haemoglobin.

In an attempt to get a hold of the late blackmailer's belongings and destroy them before further damage can be done to other people like him, he tracks down Hudson's inheritress. When he arrives at her Baker Street flat, she assures him she had not seen the man who is nominally her husband in the last 20 years, and is not surprised if he had been up to no good. Holmes stammers an excuse to ask to see Hudson's papers, and she let's him in and softly tells him he is not the only man who has lately turned up at her doorstep like this, and glad for him to take whatever he wants. She lights him a fire in the empty flat upstairs and Holmes spends an afternoon shakily burning other men's love letters, with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits at his elbow. Perhaps it is the first time in many years someone has been so kind to him.

And it is a nice flat. Perhaps he can find a way to make the rent.

[lavellaned]

being a bad liar + unable to let people be incorrect about things = a very unsubtle man

[vilochkaaa]

can you please draw Mr. Qi holding toddler morris (don't ask lollll it's an AU)

im so nervous i have never requested anything 😰

...holy moly, this is the most unusual request I could have imagined.

[rondoel]

Catswing tells a chunk of Spamton and Tenna's story and I love it

[rustyorangee]

My dear trash puppets

right but misto is in completely different costumes in these pictures were trash puppets present in both mungojerrie and rumpleteazer AND mr mistoffelees song??

I NEED TO SEE THE FOOTAGE WHO HAS IT!!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!!!

[entropysanyt]

ive been infatuated by this freak of nature

also the images i was referencing in this:

[eldritch-ace]

Can y’all guess which musical adaptation of a greek myth I found a week before its final saga is released…

My Ko-fi

[shmacodyavka20736]

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[lizpaige]

i love ur ficlets!! for a prompt: adam arrives home exhausted after the work trip from hell and ronan gives him some TLC. thanks 💕

thanks for the prompt, anon! hope you like this one, too! ❤️

After a four hour flight delay and a miserable trip for work that was, in the end, just a waste of time, Adam was home.

Their townhouse in DC was barely lived in. They both traveled so much that they barely got to utilize the space for more than a day or two consecutively. It only bothered Adam when he was home and realized they were missing something basic - hand towels in the bathroom or extra sheets in the bedroom - but quickly forgot about it when they were away again.

Opening the front door, the whole place felt lonely and cold. He toed off his shoes, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, dropped his messenger bag next to his carry-on luggage, and pulled off his suit jacket. He threw himself on the couch, scrolling through his phone to find somewhere to order food, knowing they had nothing in, when the doorbell rang.

When he answered it, a delivery guy with a paper bag monogrammed with the restaurant name of his favorite Italian place was there.

“I didn’t order anything,” Adam stammered.

“Uh, are you Adam Parrish?” The man read his name off the receipt. “Definitely yours then. Already paid for. Thanks for the tip.” He shoved it into Adam’s arms and walked away.

Adam stood there for a moment dumbfounded before his pocket buzzed with an incoming text from Ronan: bon appetit bitch x

Adam had asked Ronan where he was in the states, hoping he was close by so he wouldn’t have to spend his weekend off alone, but Ronan was with his brothers in Boston so Adam didn’t ask. He didn’t really tell him much about the horrible work trip either, just sort of dodged the question with a lot of sighs and nonanswers.

But Ronan knew him.

An hour after he settled in for the night, after a shower, after demolishing his penne alla vodka, getting into Ronan’s sweats, and collapsing on the couch with a mindless nature documentary to fall asleep to, the front door opened.

And then a loud commotion as the intruder tripped over all of Adam’s belongings he had dumped there at the front door. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Ronan?” Adam jolted off the couch and scrambled to the door. His luggage was on its side and so was Ronan. He helped him up and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck and breathed him in, all the tension he’d been carrying for the last month on his ongoing work trip was released.

Ronan laughed, running a soothing hand down his back. “Hey there.”

Adam just groaned and Ronan pressed a kiss to his neck and held him, for as long as he needed, which was apparently a long time.

“That bad, huh?” He said after a while and Adam started to lean all his weight against him. Ronan laughed again. “Can you make it to the couch or are you dead?”

“Not sure,” Adam grumbled into his shoulder. Ronan huffed another laugh and picked Adam up, holding him close against his chest as he brought them to the couch. Selfishly Adam liked this and he knew Ronan liked to show off so it was a win-win.

When they made it to the couch, Adam pulled Ronan down on top of him, hand resting at the base of his skull, pulling him in for a kiss. He lost count of how many days they spent apart this time, but he knew it was too many.

“You’re here,” Adam said eventually when their lungs needed a break.

Ronan hummed in reply and rested his head against Adam’s shoulder, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. Adam let his other hand run along Ronan’s temple, down his cheek, his jaw, along his ear, down his neck. He closed his eyes, both feeling better by Ronan’s proximity and also guilty that he pulled him away from whatever.

Seemingly able to read his mind, Ronan said, “you know, you can just ask me to come home. Or shit, I could, like, meet you somewhere.”

“Hm?”

“You know what I fucking mean,” Ronan punched his side. “You had a shitty month of some yuppie government bullshit, but like… I can drop whatever, hop on a flight, come see you.”

“I don’t know if you have clearance to—”

“I’ll sign whatever NDA you need me to. Fuck knows I don’t understand half the shit you talk about anyway.” Ronan pulled their joined hands to his lips. “Or I see you for a night or something. Doesn’t have to be long if you’re busy.”

This was still difficult for Adam to do. To ask for things he knew Ronan was ready and willing to give. And while sometimes Ronan had a freaky way of reading his mind, it wasn’t always and Adam should be able to ask for what he needs.

“I know you wanted me to come home this weekend, but enough with dropping hints.” Ronan turned his head and kissed his sternum, then up to his lips. “Just ask me.”

Adam pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep, a promise that words couldn’t adequately express, some gratitude for Ronan coming anyway even though Adam hadn’t asked. Adam had only been working this job for a year and while he was still fiercely independent, sometimes he just wanted to see Ronan. They were still figuring out the distance.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, pulling back. “Or we could meet halfway? If you’re busy and—”

“Sure, Parrish,” Ronan kissed him again and then got up. He outstretched a hand to Adam on the couch expectantly. “Come on, we’re going to bed.”

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PARKOUR VILLAIN 🗣️‼️