#top 20 dr watsons

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024,#20 do-over

Apparently there will be another AU happening. No beds but tats.

A Tattoo Shop AU.

I've no idea where this will go so I'll surprise us all. LOL

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White Pony Tattoo - Part One (do-over)

Dr John Watson stood in front of 221 Baker Street and – for the first time in a very long time – felt anxious.

He was wondering why this actually happened to him right now. The London afternoon was mild and sunny, summer was about to begin and yet, an aura of foreboding seemed to hover around the well-kept Victorian building.

John shook himself mentally. This was completely ridiculous. There was nothing to be afraid of. There was no danger.

For God’s sake, he had fought for Queen and Country in Afghanistan, had saved several lives and countless limbs in the field hospital and also on the battlefield under heavy fire. He had not felt anxious then. Wary, yes. Cautious, of course. High on adrenaline, surely.

He had been shot in the shoulder while he was on a scouting mission with his team and had woken up in his own field hospital. When his fellow army doctor had disclosed to John in blunt medical terms that he might lose his arm, then John had been frightened.

After a long rehab process the arm was functioning again but John had been honourably discharged because of an intermittant tremor in his hand that made him unsuitable to work as a field surgeon.

Two years ago, John had returned to London and after struggling for three months he had found work as a physician in a local clinic. He had soon met a wonderful nurse named Mary Morstan, fell in love with her and they had married quickly.

Which brought John back to the reason why he was standing in the middle of the pavement in front of 221 Baker Street, staring at the tattoo shop like a village idiot.

The tattoo on his right upper arm needed a do-over.

“White Pony Tattoo” was not what John had expected. It was located in a small shop with a red awning above its single window. There were no flashing neon signs or colourful and enlarged pictures of tattoo designs the artist had created. No advertising of the shop’s services whatsoever. Everything was clinical and sterile, even off-putting. Had it not been for the single metal sign placed in the middle of the window, no one would have thought a tattoo shop would be behind it.

Maybe it was the sign that made John feel so anxious.

It read “White Pony Tattoo” and showed a stylized white running pony on its right side. On the left the sign read “no arguing, no crying, no boring designs”. This did not bode well. Just by the look of it, John would never have thought about setting a foot in there.

Yet, John had done his fair share of internet research to find the best tattoo shops in London because he really did not want some would-be tattoo artist botch up his skin.

White Pony Tattoo had topped several lists. The only shortcoming that people regularly mentioned was that the artist was capricious. The lesser polite said that he was a total dick. However, Sherlock’s – John assumed it was a pen name -artistry was highly acclaimed and he had won several competitions over the last years. Getting an appointment was difficult and being accepted as a client was even more so. But sometimes, when Sherlock was interested enough, he accepted walk-ins.

John straightened his back, raised his chin, took a deep breath and opened the door of the tattoo shop. A melodious door bell chimed and announced his presence.

IIt was cool and dim inside the shop and it smelled faintly of a fresh lemon fragrance. A thick purple curtain behind the wooden counter closed off the rearmost part of the shop. Quiet classical violin music played in the background.

“Hello?” John called out, taking off his jumper to let his tattoo show. “Is there anybody here?”

The curtain moved and a man stepped up to the counter. It was easy to recognize Sherlock from the few pictures John had seen on the internet.

“Hello, I’m here for a do-over…” John began.

“Shut up.” Sherlock commanded. His baritone voice was silky and opulent just like the luscious black curls that framed his aristocratic and unusual face.

John was so surprised that he closed his mouth with an audible plop.

Sherlock’s eyes roamed over John’s face and upper arms, then the rest of his body. Piercing blue grey eyes took in every detail, precise like an x-ray machine or better, like a computer tomograph. They missed nothing, pinning John to the spot and stripping him down to his very bones, unable to hide anything. It was uncanny. Disconcerting.

“Firstly, it’s called a cover-up, as you should very well know.”

Sherlock chided, frowning. His voice rumbled like the high-end engine of a race car and filled John with an unknown desire.

“Secondly, I’ve already deduced what you want. I won’t do it because it’s boring.”

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The one(s) who know and tell me where the shop's name comes from will get a cameo in this AU (nothing bad, I promise). Are you game?

tagging @peageetibbs @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @lisbeth-kk @raina-at

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

Here's my official reveal of BJ Harpyboo, and I wasn't even joking or kidding around with this mentioned character with this host I created since she looks similar to Peacock.

She's actually a mix of Peacock and DJ Hallyboo.

BJ Harpyboo

Appearances:

• Skullgirls 2nd Encore (Unlockable character) (Canon AU)

• Sugar Rush Party DS Anti-Piracy

• Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness

• Sugar Rush Party DS Anti-Piracy: The Sequel (Upcoming)

• Skullgirls 2nd Encore Anti-Piracy Arc (Upcoming)

Real name: Bethany Hallyboo

Aliases:

• Host

• Harpyboo

Creator:

• Dr. Mammon (Main creator)

• Dr. Avian (Creator from Lab 8)

Affiliation:

• Peacock (Twin cousin)

• Big Band (Partner of the Federal Law)

• Lab 8

Species:

• Human ("was" before her tragic death)

• Top Hatted Being

Parasite: Annie P. Mammon (Top hat)

Gender: Female

Birthday: November 13

Blood Type: B

Height: 4'6"

Weight: 94lbs./Varies

Measurements: 18A-17-20

Sexuality: Pansexual

Eye Color:

• Red

• Yellow (Hat)

Likes: Cartoons, movies, video games, vigilantes, TV breakfast, lunch & dinner, Late night coffee, police cars, cages, wrestling cage matches, formal apology notes, being a personified host, being above the law, teaching pirates a painful lesson

Dislikes: Sinners, corrupted officers in general, the Medici Mafia, Lorenzo Medici, Vitale Medici, Black Dahlia (obviously), the Skull Heart, pirates who pirate the games for free, the fools who think they're above the law, Nadia Fortune (cause she rather lock her up for thievery), bland food, robbers and crooks

Family:

• Deceased father (unknown)

• Deceased mother (unknown)

• Patricia Watson aka Peacock (Twin cousin)

• DJ Hallyboo (Stepfather)

• Happyboo (Stepmother)

Allies:

• Peacock (ally)

• Marie (neutral ally)

• Big Band (federal ally)

• Officer Collie (The cop girl from The Finale)

• Donut Cop men/Wynchel and Duncan (Donut Cops from The Finale)

• Beard Papa (Equal Dislike but Business Partners)

Enemies:

• Julie (enemy and victim)

• Lorenzo Medici (enemy)

• Vitale Medici (enemy)

• The Medici Mafia (enemies)

Occupation:

• Host of Sugar Rush Party (piracy crack-downer)

• Anti Skullgirl Combatant

About:

BJ Harpyboo is the protagonist of Skullgirls 2nd Encore for an unlockable secret Story Mode and the main antagonist of Sugar Rush Party DS Anti-Piracy ARG. Her nature is seemingly evil, but she sides with the authorities in the ARG and not apparent "criminals" that pirated Sugar Rush Party DS. She's also upcoming for the sequel of the ARG series, and Skullgirls 2nd Encore Anti-Piracy Arc.

Voicelines:

1. Story Mode/Freeplay (Canon AU):

• "I'm going to kill you!"

• "Hereee I come!"

• "Geeet Ready! For Soccer Survival!"

• "Now you get to face my true power."

• "That doesn't cut it, criminal."

• "We don't serve criminals here!"

• "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson Ms. Nadia!

• "You know what they say Ms. Fortune, Piracy is no party."

• "You are always destined to fail, just like Lorenzo!"

• "What kind of apologies are these?! I can't except this!"

2. Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness (Hellish Hallows):

• "We don't serve criminals here!"

• "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson, Mr. Boyfriend!"

• "You know what they say, kid; Piracy is NO PARTY."

• "If you can't have some accuracy, don't do the piracy!"

• "You were always destined to fail! Just like Taffyta!"

• "TobiKomi does what Boyfriend doesn't!"

[holmesillustrations]

Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

All Sidney Paget illustrations are for the Strand Jul 1891 - Dec 1904

"Its no use, John Clay." Redheaded League Characters: Holmes, Vincent Spaulding/John Clay

"Frankly, now," she repeated." Twisted Lip Characters: Mrs St Claire, Holmes

"She was ejected by the butler and the footman." Noble Bachelor Characters: Butler, Flora Millar, Footman

"Be off!" Silver Blaze Characters: Watson, Holmes, Stablehand, Silas Brown

"Jack Prendergast" Gloria Scott Characters: Jack Prendergast

"Holmes pulled out his watch." Greek Interpreter Characters: Watson, Holmes

"The death of Sherlock Holmes" Final Problem Characters: Moriarty, Holmes

"He stared out into the blackness." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Barrymore

"A retrospection." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Holmes, Watson

"The heavy white face was seamed with lines of trouble." Priory School Characters: Holmes, Watson, Dr Huxtable

"How could you possibly know that?" Three Students Characters: Bannister, Watson, Holmes

"They sat side by side upon our paper-littered settee." Second Stain Characters: Trelawney Hope, Lord Bellinger

[quill-of-thoth]

Letters From Watson: The Noble Bachelor

Part 1: The Fun Stuff

- Not fun for Watson but the war wound is acting up, and as someone who’s had arthritis since before I was 20? Sympathies.  - “This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.” Holmes you would love the 2020′s. Nobody’s going anywhere, I promise you.

- Holmes once again relies on Watson’s newspaper reading hobby to provide background information. - Lestrade! This is the first time he’s introduced (according to Baring-Gould’s chronology, which as we just discussed is weird about this case) but for people first reading the series? You WILL see him again. In publication order he’s already been mentioned several times - off the top of my head during The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle and I think also The Man with The Twisted Lip. - There are reference books regarding English nobility, apparently. - Holmes remarks that 41 is old for marriage (presumably first marriages only...) and by my count Watson is about thirty three or thirty four. So far I don’t believe we have had a single case where Holmes’ client is confirmed to be younger than either of the two: Victor Trevor is presumably the same approximate age as Holmes, Musgrave at least three years his senior, Helen Stoner thirty two in 1883 when Holmes is 24ish, watson 27ish, and Dr. Trevelyan estimated in his early 30′s in 1886. (Baring-Gould would have insisted that Holmes was 34 at the time, but we all know what I think of his Holmes birthdate.) - We once again have a man of title but no money marrying a woman with money. On a larger scale than in Speckled Band, obviously. 

- The newspapers have apparently already picked up the fact that Miss Doran has vanished - I imagine that, if Lord St. Simon hadn’t decided to call, Watson would be regaling Holmes with this tidbit of news anyway, once his other investigation was wrapped up. 

- (This is, notably for my argument with Baring-Gould’s timeline, NOT The Resident Patient, meaning that Gould believes that Holmes had three cases within the span of two days... not impossible but also quite busy, considering that he had to run errands to confirm his hypotheses in The Resident Patient and he was presumably either walking and thinking, or on site investigating, immediately before this.) - Miss Hatty Doran’s dowry is six figures... 100,000 pounds in 1888 is approximately 9,900,000 pounds (12,000,000 USD) today.  - Sidenote, but the pounds to dollars exchange rate has changed during the last two weeks since I’ve been doing the reread, and this is why I round these numbers.

[silverslipstream]

not sure why but here's my spotify playlists

I've ranked them from longest (time-wise) to shortest, with number of songs, the median song length in each (because I can't be arsed adding hundreds of songs together for an exact average) and a random selection of three tracks as a sample.

#1. ignition sequence | 148 songs, 13hr 39min total length, median song length 5m 24s

Realizer - The Crystal Method

Atom Bomb - Fluke

Papua New Guinea (Hybrid Mix) - The Future Sound of London

#2. the soundtrack to a downward spiral | 205 songs, 13hr 26min total length, median song length 3m 50s

Magnificent (She Says) - Elbow

Blood - The Middle East

I Know It's Over - The Smiths

#3. yokohama expressway | 163 songs, 13hr 17min total length, median song length 4m 55s

Antares - Omniverse

GRAN TURISMO - Trashiii

The Band Played On - Glenn Underground

#4. 80s stuff | 137 songs, 9hr 46min total length, median song length 4m 03s

Fire In The Twilight - Wang Chung

You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

#5. club and dance shit but like only the popular stuff | 131 songs, 8hr 58min total length, median song length 3m 39s

Castles in the Sky - Ian Van Dahl, Marsha

Feel The Love - Rudimental, John Newman

The Rockafeller Skank - Fatboy Slim

#6. chill beats to shit and piss to | 90 songs, 6hr 57min total length, median song length 4m 20s

An Ending (Ascent) - Brian Eno

Sympathique - Pink Martini

My Tears Are Becoming A Sea - M83

#7. theme tunes for a hopeless romantic | 112 songs, 6hr 27min total length, median song length 3m 29s

I Belong In Your Arms - Chairlift

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

This Charming Man - The Smiths

#8. britpop | 86 songs, 5hr 38min total length, median song length 3m 50s

Common People - Pulp

Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis

Inbetweener - Sleeper

#9. boys night out playlist (co-created with three friends) | 94 songs, 5hr 31min total length, median song length 3m 24s

Paddling Out - Miike Snow

SPIT IN MY FACE! - ThxSoMuch

Novocaine - Valentino Khan, Kayzo

#10. the songs I do air guitar to when nobody's looking | 96 songs, 5hr 24min total length, median song length 3m 19s

Lobotomy For Dummies - Zebrahead

Lights and Sounds - Yellowcard

Blackjack - Airbourne

#11. summer: the motion picture soundtrack | 77 songs, 4hr 49min total length, median song length 3m 42s

16 - Craig David

Cheerleader - Felix Jaehn, OMI

How Bizarre - OMC

#12. random shit with a vaguely American teen movie from the late 90s or early 2000s-theme | 75 songs, 4hr 21min total length, median song length 3m 23s

Seven Days In The Sun - Feeder

Maureen - Fountains of Wayne

Partners In Crime - Vibrolux

#13. classical music | 40 songs, 3hr 22min total length, median song length 4m 29s

Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet, Op.64, Act I, Scene II: Dance of the Knights - Sergei Prokofiev, André Previn, London Symphony Orchestra

13 Pieces, Op. 76: No.2 Etude - Jean Sibelius, Håvard Gimse

Piano Sonata No. 12 in F Major, K. 332: II. Adagio - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Maria João Pires

#14. i am literally humphrey bogart | 43 songs, 3hr 13min total length, median song length 4m 32s

Loungin' - Donald Byrd, Guru

My Queen Is Albertina Sisulu - Sons Of Kemet

Beatmaker - Matt Berry, Emma Noble

#15. kurtzing the gesagt | 24 songs, 2hr 56min total length, median song length 6m 55s

Alien Scale - Epic Mountain

Dyson Sphere - Epic Mountain

All The Bombs - Epic Mountain

#16. tofu delivery beats | 30 songs, 2hr 30min total length, median song length 4m 48s

SPACE BOY - EXTENDED ver. - Dave Rodgers

The Top (Extended) - Ken Blast

RUNNING IN THE 90'S - Max Coveri

#17. music to start a cyberpunk revolution to | 49 songs, 2hr 28 min total length, median song length 2m 58s

Stardust Circuit - Starjunk 95

Daft. - Kosu

Lost (Instrumental) - PYLOT

#18. nucking futs (goes fucking nuts) | 48 songs, 2hr 16min total length, median song length 2m 52s

Ready Set - Joey Valence, Brae

Get Your Dad Off The Internet - Dr. Syntax, Tom Caruana

BERRIS FUELLER - Billy Marchiafava

#19. valentine's day | 24 songs, 1hr 37min total length, median song length 4m 02s

About You - The 1975

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Can't Help Falling In Love - Lick The Tins

#20. childhood ruined | 20 songs, 1hr 3min total length, median song length 2m 36s

So Long - Randy Newman

Stuff We Did - Michael Giacchino

Leaving Hogwarts - John Williams

#21. falling in love on a bridge in an old english city | 34 songs, 59min 41sec total length, median song length 1m 34s

Cambridge, 1963 - Jóhann Jóhannsson

Travel To Edinburgh - Tom Tykwer, Johnny Klimek, Reinhold Heil

Whiffing - Borrtex

Hope you enjoyed this stupidly lengthy view into my music taste, if you've managed to read this far! I have no idea why I did this!

[meanstreetspodcasts]

Episode 524 - Everybody Loves a Clown (Casebook of Gregory Hood, Sherlock Holmes, & Lives of Harry Lime)

Okay, maybe not everybody loves clowns, but I bet you'll enjoy these three old time radio mysteries featuring the circus' most colorful performers. First, Gregory Hood solves the murder of "The Sad Clown" (originally aired on Mutual on October 7, 1946). Then, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson investigate deadly doings under the big top in "The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger" (originally aired on Mutual on June 20, 1948). And finally, Orson Welles catches up with his old friend - a smuggler, a ladies' man, and a clown - in "The Painted Smile," a syndicated episode from The Lives of Harry Lime.

Check out this episode!

[hujanditapaktangan]

Minggu dengan Tanpa Data.

Sudah kutulis jauh hari semua rencana yang akan kulakukan di hari minggu (tentunya dengan perubahan karena gak jadi COD kamera super legit 10$ lengkap dengan printilannya karna tiba2 sellernya bilang mau dikasih ke saudaranya, yaudah. Meski rada sedih). Agenda pertama yang sayangnya goblok banget adalah sepedaan dari rumah ke NEX. Si bodoh ini mikir kalau naik bus cuma 5 menit dan bayar 1.09$, yadah sepedaan aja cuma 50cent. Ternyata yang ngga kepikiran adalah kepotong 1$ karna lebih dark 10 menit (and yes! I rode 15 mins, and yes! Jalannya naik turun. Of course dengkulku nggudir sampe NEX).

Beli salad di cold storage (mahal) tp suprisingly enak. Vege salad pake jamur dan keripik jamur (would probably buy again, kalo diskon wqwq).

2nd stop was Generation Coffee Roaster. Karna udah memperkirakan kalo deket banget dr Chinatown Point yaudah jalan aja, ternyata emanh deket banget. Warung2 di sebelah belum pada buka, jadi berasa eksklusif aja haha. Menyeruput kopi baru yang (not so) hidden gem di pagi yang tenang tanpa rumpi mbah-mbah, wah rasanya beneran nemu hidden gem (halah) Spanish Coffee yang super recommended kata baristanya, ternyata beneran enak banget. Gimana ya deskripsiinnya.... manis pas, kopinya nutty dan asem, terus berpadu, pula harganya setengah dari harga kofisyop fancy overpriced. Bener2 enak dan bakal jadi kopi langgananku sopasti! Complimented the coffee to the barista, lanjut ke chinatown point lagi buat nyari vitamin, ternyata nggaada.

Sudah mendekati jam sepuluh pagi, masuk mrt lagi dan ke Jalan Besar buat beli selang bidet karna selangku di rumah rusak. Keliar mrt dan berasa udah hapal jalannya jadi naik sepeda aja, udah 2 gang dan ternyata baru sadar kalau arahnya kebalik dan yasudah~~~ putar balik. Transaksinya singkat karna udah lihat2 di website mereka jadi tinggal show-take-pay. Mampir 711 beli black pepper chicken dan balik ke Chinatown lagi.

Luckin coffee gabisa ke-skip tapi pagi udah beli kopi so cuma nyicip matcha azuki daifuku mochi, dan enak juga! I like matcha meskipun kaua rumput wqwq.

Next stop is taste good karna pengen mam salted chicken rice (again), seperti normalnya Chinatown market, rame pol pas lunch hour. Mampir bentar liat2 underwear diskon dan beli beberapa mid-rise undies yang ternyata terlalu mungil buat badanku wqwqwqwq.

Dessert isnt an option so here we go di Queic by Olivia yang cuma 10 menit dari chinatown market. Sayang bangrt mereka ga nerima kartu sbg pembayaran dan di dalem full tourist jadi daripada bikin bad mood i decided to back to mrt. Jalan dikit ternyata ada alteration, karna udah noat buat ngealter yaudah belok langsung. Ownernya suami istri, yang lagi ngaso karna masih jam makan siang, yang ngerjain istrinya dan cepet banget. Sebenernya kalo lama dikit gapapa looh soale sekalian aku ngadem hahaha.

Siangan balik ke mrt karena ada janjian COD tops di Dhobby Ghaut dan lanjut ke orchard. Sesunggugnya aku nggatau lenapa kudu ke Orchard buat foto2 sama christmas tree padahal crowded banget tapi yaudala~~~~ mampir Paragon nyari obat dan ketemu di watsons, mampir juga ke lucky plaza liat2 niatnya mau thriftkng tapi crowded juga (of course??????). Trus niatnya tuh beli tripod tapi kenapa mahal banget di atas $20????? Udah mau nyerah tp ternyata di toko deket pintu keluar ada yg jual $12 dan auntynya ramah so it boosted my mood. Tripod udah saatnya foto sama christmas tree. Jalan bentar dan gaterlalu bagus, bagusan tahun kemarin (kecuali Chritsmas tree yang di ION).

Dah capek muternya dan males beli mam, mampir di Paris Baguette dan beli eskrim stik, numpang duduk bentar (dan istirahat capek bat kaki saya). Pulang dengan baterai masih 95%. Wow. Sehari tanpa data ternyata menyenangkan.

[twistedtummies2]

UPDATED: Top 20 Dr. Watsons

As of yesterday, I finished my "Ele-May-ntary" countdown with my Top 31 Versions of Sherlock Holmes. I decided, after a suggestion from someone who shall remain nameless, to do two more Holmes-related lists here. However, there are a few exceptions. One, they will be description-less: just pictures, credits, and rankings. Two, they will be Top 20s, and will be posted all at once. For the sake of fairness, the same rules will apply here: I will TV, film, video game, and audio/radio adaptations only. No comics, novels, or stage versions. With this in mind, let's start with Holmes' faithful friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. John H. Watson is a character who has undergone quite a number of interesting changes over the years. In the early days of Holmes adaptations, he was actually a surprisingly peripheral character; it wasn't really until Nigel Bruce's more comedic turn that he became truly on-par with Holmes. More modern Watsons tend to eschew Bruce's more clownish take in favor of making the character more close to the literary version, which means making him more serious, action-ready, and overall human. Here are some personal favorite versions of mine, when it comes to Holmes' right-hand roommate...

20. Thorley Walters, from Silver Blaze (1977). (He played Watson several times, but this is my specific favorite.)

19. Donald Houston, from A Study in Terror.

18. Nigel Stock, from the 1960s BBC Series.

17. Sir Ralph Richardson, from BBC’s Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Radio Show.

16. The Frogwares Games Version. (Voiced by John Bell, David Riley, Nick Brimble, and Andrew Wincott throughout the series.)

15. Yuki Ono/Ryan Colt Levy, from Moriarty the Patriot. (Sorry he’s so low; trust me, I struggled a lot with where to place this one.)

14. Dr. Dawson, from The Great Mouse Detective. (Voiced by Val Bettin.)

13. Kenneth Welsh, from the Hallmark TV Film Series.

12. Roger Morlidge, from Sherlock: Case of Evil.

11. Nigel Bruce, from the FOX/Universal Films and The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Radio Show.

10. Howard Marion Crawford, from the 1950s TV Series.

9. Vitaly Solomin, from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes & Dr. Watson.

8. Robert Duvall, from The Seven Per-Cent Solution.

7. Lucy Liu (as Joan Watson), from Elementary.

6. Ben Kingsley, from Without a Clue.

5. Martin Freeman, from Sherlock.

4. Andre Morell, from Hammer’s Hound of the Baskervilles (1959).

3. Jude Law, from the Guy Ritchie Films.

2. Edward Hardwicke, from the Granada Series and The Secret of Sherlock Holmes.

1. David Burke, from the Granada Series. (Again. Burke was on for the first season, and Hardwicke took over from the second season onwards.)

Tomorrow, I’ll post a Top 20 of my favorite takes on Professor Moriarty!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Quick question sorry if this has been asked before: do you know any Johnlock fanfic where they’re extremely sensual? Like not just making love but just super methodically drawn out and slow and sweet?

Hi Nonny!!

Ahh, because of this ask, I went through my bookmarks to see if I have any listed with “sensuality” so that’s what this list is!! It definitely doesn’t have all of my fics because I have to go back through them and tag them, but in the meantime, enjoy what I started tagging a few months ago when you sent me this ask, LOL <3

As always, add your own fics here, Lovelies!!

SENSUALITY

See also:

Emotional Love Making || [MOBILE POST]

Emotional Love Making Pt. 2

Loved. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 1,231 w., 1 Ch. || First Sherlock POV, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nose Kisses, Morning After, Love Confessions, Morning Cuddles, Emotional Sherlock, Sentiment, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock reflects on his relationship with John. Part 5 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP, Established Rel., Soft Idiots) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John,  Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn, Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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1890s gentlemen to 1920s grandpas transformation

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Miss Malkin, mascot of this game.

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update december 2023

sorted by word count/series

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Mutual Attraction 94k , pre ASiP, different first meetings, casefic, pining

The day when a homeless drug addict and a suicidal ex-soldier met was the beginning of something until then unheard-of: Mutual Attraction. Of course, not all was what it looked like in the first place but the days of boredom, loneliness and lack of purpose were history. A case had to be solved, lives had to be saved and a developing relationship had to be tackled.

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Here I Am -series, the pornwithoutplot which evolved into pornwithplot with feels and whump

The Toe that didn´t belong 6.9k, Part One

Every time John thought back to the occasion the funny thing was that the first thing he had noticed to be out of place had been a…toe.

The Embers still glow when I´m sober 14,5k, Part Two

When Sherlock woke up the morning after he actually felt good. Which was completely unexpected. Although he was sort of anxious about John´s reaction when he would notice that the punk who did not belong in his bed and who had coaxed him into having shameless sex last night was still there.

Gravity is missing from everything 23.5k, Part Three

People bumped into him, cussing and throwing death glares. Blocking their way, Sherlock stood frozen in a throng of commuters. “Are you high?” one shouted into his vacant face. Funnily enough he actually was not. This was all John´s fault. Inflicting a date on him. To have dinner.

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Learn My Scars, 38k, written for whumptober 2022, Serbia and the aftermath

After being thrown down and strangled, Sherlock leaves John in the restaurant, angry and deeply hurt. When John follows Sherlock to 221b, he learns that Sherlock’s scars have not been acquired by “gallivanting around” for two years.

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The 13th Book 26.5k,  a magical realism AU with demon Sherlock

Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.

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Wretched and Divine – series punklock and doctor John

Wretched and Divine 5.1k, Part One

Dr. John Watson is on call at the A&E when he attempts to treat a very special patient. Instead he finds himself a very special treat.

The Aftermath is Secondary 19.5k, Part Two

Will John and Sherlock really go on the agreed date in the infamous punkrock club “The Misfit”? Will their sexual tension finally be resolved? Is it really going to be dangerous? And will Sherlock really wear the promised fishnet top? (Oh God, yessss!)

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Sherlock’s Secret Laboratory Journal 6k, my outlet for writing cracky hilarious Sherlock, will become a series with adding a chapter for each new experiment

What does a helplessly pining but absolutely clueless Sherlock do in order to woo an oblivious John? He turns to the internet for advice on the art of seduction and notes the experiments in his secret laboratory journal.

Oyster and Mushroom Soup 9k, Sherlock’s latest attempt at seduction, Part 2 of the Secret Lab Journal series

Sherlock’s second try to win over John involves a lot of special cooking recipes.

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Slowly Suffocating 9.5k, TLD fix-it, written for whumptober 2023

Getting suffocated took some time. Enough time for Sherlock to ponder what went wrong. Hopefully also long enough for John to arrive and rescue him. Culverton Smith applied more pressure, impatient to turn Sherlock into a dead thing.

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Winning a lost bet 8.2k, pole-dancing at the XMas party

A lost bet makes Sherlock and John perform a pole-dance in costumes at the Yard´s Christmas party. It was supposed to be humiliating but instead the couple nailed it.

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Until the final breath escapes 1.9k, spooky Halloween fic

In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

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Sherlock Ficlets for Writing Challenges 20 ficlets under 1000 words

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The Penthouse Plot

Sherlock X F!Reader (3.8k words)

Summary: Sherlock, John and Reader all go to a penthouse party to pick up some clues about their newest case. But Y/N and Sherlock are put in a compromising situation. 

Warnings: smut 18+, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), creampie, squirting, after care

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“We are going to a party”

This was an incredibly abrupt statement from the detective who was still in pajamas at four in the afternoon, slouched down into the arm chair with the news paper covering his face. I couldn’t see his emotions, but I could tell that the idea had already been formulated, and he had not quite been excited out of it. His boredom was chronic, and it would often times only be soothed by myself to get him out of it. 

The first time we met, I was sitting on a park bench in Paddington Street Gardens, not but two blocks away from his flat. As if drawn to the cigarette I was smoking, he walked up as casually as he could, coat turned up, and sat on the bench over from my left. I didn’t look, but I was aware that a tall, dark man was watching me as I tried to solve today's crossword in the paper. 

He leaned closer, trying to take in the smoke for the nicotine high. With a slight glance his way, it was all I needed to take the cigarette from my mouth in my left hand, and casually rest it on the bench next to me. I blew out the smoke to the right side of my mouth though, purposefully keeping it from him, allowing my lips to guide the smoke in a stream to dissipate into the morning air. Still looking at the crossword, I began filling in 20 across, feeling a sense of intrigue and frustration emanating from the man next to me. 

“It’s not diva, its aria,” a deep voice says. I smirk, not looking up to his face quite yet. 

“No shit, Sherlock. 18 down is ‘erie’, so why would I put down diva?” I inquire, but before he could answer, I reply myself. “I was proving my hypothesis: is the detective next to me just trying to second-hand smoke, or is he actually paying attention to me? And the answer was both.”

He stands and comes to sit on my right side, not looking at me directly. The cigarette dangling from my lip wasn’t his main concern anymore. 

“How quickly did you realize it is only an herbal cigarette Mr. Holmes?” I ask, erasing my trap from 20 across. 

“As soon as I first looked at you. You have no stains on your fingers from the smoke, as well as no burns, which tells me you don’t smoke often. If you were a smoker, you would need at least a pack a day, and these tell-tale signs would be there. You don’t need to smoke because there isn’t an addiction. I presume you do it to attract men, though possibly women too, and to fit into the culture of London, as you are not from here. But you specifically looked up this park because you were looking for something or someone. I would presume it is me, considering you recognized me through my name” he says smuggly, finally looking at me. I didn’t know it then, but he later explained that he was shocked to see the prominence of my “subtle beauty”, and the way in which I held posture in every way that symbolized I was relaxed next to him. This of course was followed by the fact that I was so comfortable that I had gained a pound within the first year of knowing him. 

“So you are as good as they say,” I reply, looking up into his clear blue eyes. Those eyes dart down to my lips where the cigarette is still being held by the moisture of my mouth. I remove it, holding out the cigarette between my fingers. “I can imagine it is worlds different from a regular cigarettes addictive effects, but the smell of smoke and the herbs inside might calm you,” I offer. He leans down and takes the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling deeply. I let go of the cigarette as he leans back and removes it. He exhales out, happy to have something other than CO2 leave his lungs. 

“You could have phoned” he said nonchalantly. I closed the newspaper and turned my body slightly more towards him. 

“No I couldn’t. This isn’t about a case or me looking for my parents or some shit. I needed you to listen. I am a doctor and I am looking for the topic of my next publication” I state. His eyes widen a bit, as he gives me a once over. I was quite young to have a doctorate, but the ambition I have was intriguing to him.

“Great, another doctor. And you must study some form of psychology right?” he implies. 

I chuckle as I brush the hair behind my ear to look at him as I explain my credentials. 

“BA in a social science and a minor in Women's Studies and Gender, just to make it easier on you. Two masters in something to do with policy and a knack for behavior trends across cultures. A PhD in…” I trail off to let him figure it out. 

“International Relations. You couldn’t let go of the need to work abroad and help other. You also study the difference in human behaviors and how it can be interpreted and persuaded. It is why you are now living in London, after living in a southern European country, and I’m going to go with Italy” he responds. 

I raise my eyebrow at him. “Italy was fun. I spent most of the time on the mainland with a friend and would visit their family in Sardinia”. 

“He was gay wan’t he?”

“Not that he himself knew.”

The detective laughed. It was the beginning of a friendship, with many late nights, bad coffee and fighting. I lived in the basement of 221 Baker Street, after coming to a bargain price with Mrs. Hudson if I agreed to get rid of the black mold and redo the space for future renters. When I asked her why she was already thinking of future renters, she just smiled and told me Sherlock's door was open and I could just walk in. 

Now, a year and a half later, I was in his flat, in my own night gown and robe, working on pot of tea to make a London foggy, one of Sherlocks favorite drinks I could make. I had told him that if he got to work in his pajamas, or just a sheet at times, then he couldn’t expect anything less of me. But his abrupt statement that we were going to a party had me do a double take. 

“A party? Are we feeling like clubbing tonight Sherlock?” I tease. 

“It is just a bit of field work. But I need you to come with as my date so that I am not bothered by lonely, sad women.”

“Ah yes. All the lonely, sad women will flock to the handsome, cocky detective for comfort and an inquisitive night,” I mock, bringing the tea to him. 

“Isn’t that what you did?” He says without looking up. 

Offended, I grab the paper from his hands and smack him on the head with it. He flinched, protecting his tea from me. 

“Haven’t you figured it out by now? I’m here for John” I say, tossing the paper into his lap. Sherlocks mouth slightly gapes before he snaps it shut, looking behind me. 

“I’m sorry, what did I just walk in on?” John says from the doorway. Sherlock turns red as I walk up to John, pulling my leg up on him, placing my hand on his cheek while giving him a lingering kiss on the other, maintaining eye contact with Sherlock. “Afternoon John,” I say with a flirtatious growl. He didn’t move since my dramatic act, and as I exited the apartment to get ready, I hear John exclaim “I could get used to that kind of welcome”. I laugh as I hear the paper get thrown at the doctor. 

Two hours later, and a lot of fighting with a curling wand, I hear a knock at my door. I do a once-over of myself in the mirror. It was a high-end party, requiring a more put together look, and I was determined to look my best. In helping Sherlock and John, I realized that I rarely dressed up-practicality and professionalism is key. 

I put my phone into my handbag, and slipped my feet into my black pointed stilettos. One more once-over in the mirror next to the door, and I unlatched the lock. As soon as I opened it, the detective couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. My hair was in loose curls around my face, and the dress, oh the dress, flattered my body in every way. It was a silk green dress, that hugged every curve. It was ruched in the sides, creating a tight draping across my abdomen. The fabric on my bust sat just below the tops of my breasts, and dropped to my off-the-shoulder sleeves. I was wearing a simple emerald necklace with matching earrings, and a ruby ring on my left hand. My legs were well accentuated, and the stilettos did wonders for my posture. Still, I was the same girl in pajamas at this now well suited man's place as I was now. 

“You’re giving yourself away Detective,” I flirt, walking by him to climb the stairs to the front of the building. I make extra care to add a little movement as I climb, knowing he would be right behind me and very distracted. It was my favorite game to tease both of the boys, but especially Sherlock. It was always a game, and he loved games. As I exited the building, John was waiting for us outside, also dressed sharply. His eyes widened as I walked towards him. 

“In the words of a great detective, ‘Your body betrays you’ John. It’s still me inside this get-up. Now where is the cab?” I ask. 

“Umm...uh, there hasn’t been an available one yet...” he forces out. 

London was busy on a Saturday night, and it could often be difficult to find a cab. Lucky for us, my dress is pretty reflective, and I was going to use that to my advantage. I stepped off the curb just slightly, jutting out my shoulder blades and putting my weight on one foot to give myself more shape. By the time I had raised my hand, two taxis pulled up. I heard a cough behind me, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson both smirking at me. 

“I’m sorry, did you have a better idea?” I shoot at them. I open the door for myself and climb into the cab. The two men clambered in after me. 

The party was at a lovely high-rise in the middle of London. It looked to be a penthouse, but one grander than I had ever seen. As the three of us exited the elevator, we looked at each other once more, setting our plan in motion. John was to walk around and mingle, while Sherlock and I were to snoop about the place, looking for context clues. I grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the trays, and Sherlock and I began our promenade. We quickly realized that I was drawing a bit too much attention in my get-up and we would need to look around before people noticed we were gone. Our arms entwined, we strolled past the main crowd into a hallway, casually chatting the weather. The detectives hand was on my waist, holding tightly, as though I might leave his side. It was different than they way he usually grabbed my arm to move me around or out of the way of harm. 

We were looking for the bedroom of our hosts place, though, it did not seem there was one here. The penthouse was more of a party pad then a living space, which lends more to our profile of him. We continued to walk, and came across a study. His hand slid off my waist as he entered the room. I stood outside with my drink, while Sherlock took note of every little detail there. As he came out of the room though, I heard footprints coming round the corner. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom next to the study. As I pushed him in, our eyes searched each other for the next move that we hadn’t initially planned. Though we were going as a date, it was never really a date. Until now. 

Grabbing the lapels of the detectives suit, I slammed my lips on his, pushing us both backwards onto the sink. Knowing that he was more recognizable. I spun him around so that my back was to the sink and his was to the door. I jumped on to the sink, hiking up my dress a little higher, so that I could hook one leg around his waist. Instinctively, his right hand went to my leg to hold it up, and his left hand was in my hair. 

His lips. I had seen them a million times before, studying his face as he rambled about a case. While he was just a colleague and possibly a friend, there were a few times when I would fall asleep thinking about those lips. And here he was, kissing me on a bathroom sink at a party, with enough force to make me melt into it. My hand went to his hair, as he began to trail kisses down my neck, hiding his face in me so that his reflection could not be seen. My other hand was gripping his waist, trying not to slip into the sink itself. My shoe was dangling on my toes as our bodies continued to crash. We heard the door click open, and my eyes opened to see the host and his assistant wide-eyed at us. 

“Occupied,” I panted, smiling with a small wave. The two quickly shut the door, their footprints receding down the hallway. As soon as it was quiet, Sherlock froze on my collarbone, neither of us moving for a moment. I removed my hand from his hair, trying to pat it back into place. He stood up, and looked down at me. My dress had ridden up further, and my black lace panties were definitely on display. So was the red in both of our faces. I glanced over his shoulder to look at the door, realizing that there was a lock on it. Sherlock didn’t look back. He kept his eyes on me. 

He knew there was a lock. He wanted the situation. He wanted to get caught.

“Lock it” I demanded.

He took a few steps back and turned the button, locking the door. His eyes didn’t leave me. I was still propped up against the sink, both hands propped up behind me. My legs had still been open, and as his eyes raked over my body looked, I grew self-conscious and went to close them. But he stepped towards me, grabbing my lower thigh. I hesitantly opened myself back up for him. His hand moved up my thigh, while the other wrapped around my waist, drawing himself closer to me. I placed a hand on his chest, running it up until it was at the nape of his neck, playing with his soft, black curls. I gently tugged him toward me, and our lips attached once more. This time, it was more more sensual. Taking the time to just allow ourselves to feel one another. As he pulled away, I let out a small gasp as I felt his growing bulge against my clothed core. 

He seized the opportunity to kiss me again, letting his tongue wander and explore my mouth, pulling me as close as I could be to him. He pushed himself against me, causing a soft moan to escape, as I involuntarily rolled against him. He smirked against my mouth, moving once more against me. I hissed, feeling myself grow wetter. 

Sherlock pulled me off the sink, wrapping both of my legs around him before pinning me against the wall. I was sitting just on top of his cock, and the friction was even more frustrating. I grinded down on him, kissing his neck, while leaving small bites in between. I needed more though. I unwrapped my legs, and he lowered me to the ground. When he placed me down, I kissed him with passion while I started to undo his trousers. He walked backwards to the sink, leaning up against it, as I palmed him through his suit. His low groan made me quiver as I licked a long stripe up his neck to his ear, wear I softly bit the lobe. This drove him crazy.

Pants still undone, he whipped us around so that I was against the sink again. He pulled my dress up enough so that he could hook his fingers in the lace of my panties and pull them down. He lifted me up on to the sink to get them off of me. He worked them past my heels, and placed both of his hands on my thighs, rubbing circles into them with his thumb. His forehead was resting on mine and we were both breathing in sync. I opened my legs for him, as he traced his way between my legs. The violinist in him was showing, and he was going to work out the tension and boredom he had been feeling all day. His fingers came in contact with me, running through my folds. He went from my clit down to my opening, just toying with me. I let out a whimper as he placed his middle finger just barely inside of me. He slowly pushed his digit inside of me, causing a guttural groan to escape. I bucked into his hand, desperate for more. He pumped it casually, as if he had done this to me a million times and knew how I would react. He then slipped a second finger into me, causing me to emit another moan. 

“Please Sherlock. No games,” was all I could manage. 

He began to pump his fingers in a come-hither motion, curling them to hit my g-spot. I gasped with every movement, keeping as quiet as I could. He was working his way to get me as wet as I could be for him. I was starting to feel the tension in my stomach build when he placed his thumb on my clit and made sharp movements with it. I cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. I was going to need him soon if he wanted to me to finish with his cock inside me. But he kept pumping and rubbing, watching as my face conveyed every emotion he had ever made me feel. My arm wrapped around his neck, as I could barely keep myself up anymore. 

“Sherlock, you-you’re gonna..m-make me..c-cum…” I stutter out. I am rocking against his hand, chasing what I can’t stop. This only urges him more, as he quickens his pace. Without warning, I cum all over his finger with a cry. But he doesn’t stop. He continues to work my pussy, until I gasp out “I’m...I’m gonna squirt”. He steps out from between my legs, his fingers not stopping. As he steps to the side, he leans in to my ear and finally says something. 

“Show me”. 

It was all it took for my orgasm to elongate itself, as I squirted on his hand. I couldn’t stop and was shaking, barely able to keep myself up. I almost crumpled backwards before he caught me. Once again, he was between my legs, his hands on my neck and waist. I reached for his painfully hard cock, pulling it from his pants. I started stroking him, causing his eyes to flutter close. I was still coming down from what he had done with just his fingers, but I needed his dick inside me. I looked up at him, and said something that I knew would only boost his ego, and he would probably use against me later. 

“Mr. Holmes, I need you inside me, now”. 

His eyes shot open, as I looked back at him with lust-blown eyes. My hand was still wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him. He and his god-complex were completely enamoured with my new take of teasing him. I lined his cock at my entrance, but not before teasing him through my folds. Just that little movement caused goosebumps to erupt on my skin. As I put his tip in my entrance, he searched my eyes once more for the consent he needed. I pushed myself onto him a little, letting him know he could take me. He leaned in, pushing his length all the way into me. I let out a loud gasp, wrapping my arm around his neck once more, my other hand on his back. I was still throbbing from my previous orgasm, and I knew he could feel my warm pulse inside me. He slowly pulled out, and then quickly sheathed himself inside me again. Our pelvises were against each other and his gently movements drove me crazy. I let out a cry of ecstasy, letting my head roll back, exposing my neck. He kissed it gently, and then, lifted me off the counter and back against the wall. All I could do was struggle to remain quiet as he began quick thrusts deep into me, relentlessly hitting my sweet spot. He was open mouthed against my neck, breathing erratically as he continued to hold me up. 

“You feel, s-so g-good,” I moaned, urging him to continue. He loved it when I complimented him, he had always been that way. But to be inside me as I told him how much I loved his cock, it was heaven for him. The guttural sounds from his throat proved to me that he felt the same.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna last much longer” he said, as though it would deter me. As he began to remove himself, I grabbed his face to look at me. 

“I want you to cum inside, Detective,” I whisper, wrapping my legs tighter around him to prove my point. 

His eyes widened searching my face as I was in taking all of him, bouncing on his dick in a penthouse bathroom, loving everything he did. Seeing what he could do to me, looking into my eyes as I stifled my moans, he began to stutter inside of me. I was on the edge too, and when his hot rope of cum shooted inside of me, my own orgasm exploded, milking him of the rest of his cum. 

When we had both stilled, frozen with him still inside me, we could hear the party still going and the noise of London below us. He pulled his softening cock from me and as he did, our cum dripped down my thigh. My legs were incredibly weak, as he continued to hold me up. I reached for a hand towel to clean me up, but he beat me to it, wiping up and between my legs, careful not to cause pain from the sensitivity. He picked up my underwear that he had tossed on the ground somewhere, and helped me step back into it. I was still shaky if I bent my legs, but I knew he would hold me up. As we looked at each other, there was something new we both saw. Romance. The sexual chemistry that had been there was a response to the catalyst of romance. 

Before we could discuss the aftermath of our actions though, there was a loud banging on the door. Smoothing out my dress just past the door, Sherlock opened it to find John, arms crossed, waiting outside.   

“Are you shitting me Sherlock? You look like you just took a hit of something. Did you seriously lose Y/N at this party because you were trying to get hi…”

The door widened to reveal me, just behind Sherlock, makeup slightly down my fae, and both of our hair tousled. I smiled at John, knowing it wasn’t what he had expected. His jaw dropped, “Tha..you were,,,um...has this been long or...?” Dr. Watson stuttered. 

“No John, that was the first time and it won’t be the last” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me past him. 

“Don’t be too jealous John,” I said with a wink. 

John didn’t know what to say except, “Are we done here?”

Sherlock and I walked arm in arm down the hallway, casting back a look at John as if to say “What do you think?” 

~~~~~~~~~~~

This was my first oneshot and was it trash? Yeah, maybe. So if you know me, no you don’t :)

Leave suggestions if you’d like, I’m writing smut I can’t find. 

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That's 184 more posts than 2021!

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#bones mccoy - 32 posts

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#5

Another iconic Beyond moment.

The fact that they are talking about Bones without having to name him. They just know each other well enough. They know him.

The fact that Spock is like, fuck it I spent the last several hours (days???) with him. His presence isn't so bad. I can handle it a bit longer. I already thought we were going to die together once. I can do it again.

Kirk being like, here we go again. Another southern gentlemanly rant about how he's a doctor not something else. These two idiots better know how much I love them because I am so fucking tired.

Bones screaming inside and trying to be marginally calm on the surface. You know he is cussing Spock and Jim up one side and down the other. You know it. We almost got to see it.

238 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

omfggggggg

not the way Kirk says, "Spock, it seems only fair to warn you that I have absolutely no intention of obeying Admiral Diegaro's order to abandon an entire planet of innocent beings to horrible deaths. Since this makes me unequivocally guilty of insubordination, I'll understand if you need to relieve me of command and put me in the brig."

And Spock responding with an arched eyebrow, "And who will put me in the brig with you?"

Excerpted from More Beautiful Than Death by David Mack

256 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

silly little headcanon time

since we get to see Spock basically quote Sherlock Holmes, it is now my belief that he's read the books.

Sherlock was Spock's first crush. He found his logic and demeanor interesting and flattering, appreciated the way he never had time for people that weren't willing to listen to him and/or some sort of asset to him. Appreciated that Sherlock plays violin, especially when he needs time to just sit and ponder some big mystery. Found his chemical dependency illogical but could over look it because he was amazing to read about. There wasn't anything Sherlock couldn't achieve with his logic and higher level of thinking. And then Spock grew a bit older and realized that wasn't a crush at all, it was more along the lines of representation. He related to Sherlock, he wasn't crushing on the man. With that knowledge he decided to spend his spare time rereading his mother's old books.

Only on his reread the only character he could seem to pay attention to was Dr. John Watson. The way he acted without thinking, how angry he would get with Sherlock for being so apathetic towards everyone and everything that wasn't the case he was actively involved with. The way Watson seemed to balance out the parts of Sherlock that were disliked by the vast majority of characters in the story. The head strong soldier who was willing to risk it all to help someone in need. He found his infatuation with John Watson fascinating. Eventually he finishes his reread of the old stories and gets caught up in growing up.

He recalls Sherlock Holmes from time to time, typically in passing, often when he looks at a fellow Starfleet officer and says, "Once you eliminate the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

And then he meets the hard headed, fiery, strong willed cadet who already - in his first two weeks in the academy - made a reputation for himself being quick to act, James Tiberius Kirk.

289 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

When the events of Star Trek 2009 take place Chekov is 17.

He is seventeen when he witnesses the death of almost six billion people.

Seventeen when he saves Sulu and Kirk from slamming to their deaths but minutes later loses Amanda as the surface of Vulcan gives way & he is unable to lock onto her signal. He's a child, the death of someone else's mother is on his hands.

Chekov watched as a few elders and Spock appeared in the transporter, saw the look of devastation on his face as Spock realized his mother was now gone. They returned to the bridge and watched as a planet died, knowing there was nothing to be done about it.

Chekov's calculations were correct and it must have been the worst feeling in the universe. He had to hope - even if it was just in the back of his head - that he was wrong. He had most likely never wished for anything more in his young life.

All of this... only to then be present when Kirk forced Spock into showing that he was emotionally compromised. Hearing Kirk goad Spock with, "It must not even compute for you. You never loved her!" only to see someone he most likely admires lose his mind. No one on the bridge, except his father, could have imagined Spock in such a state.

You can't convince me that Chekov didn't internalize that. He had to have been feeling poorly as it was - to run through the halls shouting, "I can do that I can do that!" and save two men only to lose someone a few moments later in a similar situation. I know I'm repeating myself here but I remember being 17 and internalizing all kinds of things.

The one break Chekov probably had was taken from him when Spock snapped. To see Spock react logically must have been a level of comfort, even if on some level Chekov knew it was probably a lie.

And then to be the one that came up with the plan to hide the entirety of the Enterprise??? To go through all of that and still be mentally present is a kind of strength that is unimaginable for me.

I like to think that after the events of that day McCoy is making his rounds, checking in on everyone. When he gets to Chekov the kid smiles and says, "Everything is fine with me, sir."

McCoy gives him a look before responding, "Ever eager, huh? You didn't even let me ask my question."

"What question is that?"

"How are you?"

Three simple words. And Chekov's illusion he built for himself shatters.

Seeing Vulcan destroyed was bad enough. But he hasn't been able to sleep without seeing Amanda disappear from the screen, seeing Spock hit Kirk over and over with displaced rage, hearing Spock's voice shake as he says, "Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty. I here by relinquish my command based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date in the ship's log.", or waking up scared that Spock will blame him, because why wouldn't he?

303 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can we just... Look at this.

The look Spock gives him 🙃 he knows in that moment he can't leave Jim, despite what logic might say is best for New Vulcan.

457 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

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Can Taylor Swift's "betty" Help Country Radio's Gender Imbalance?

By: Annie Reuter for Sounds Like Nashville Date: August 17th 2020

Taylor Swift officially returns to country radio today (Aug. 17) with her new single “betty.” Featured on her eighth studio album folklore released July 23, the descriptive harmonica-driven ballad details a young love triangle written from the perspective of a 17-year-old boy named James who has lost the love of his life.

“betty” is being worked to country radio through Universal Music Group’s MCA Nashville imprint and debuted at No. 6 on Billboard’s Hot Country Songs chart on Aug. 8 and at No. 60 on Country Airplay. A welcomed return to the genre, “betty” marks Swift’s first single shipped to country radio since 2013’s “Red” and the addition of another much needed female voice on airwaves.

While 2020 shows promise for women at country radio, there is still more to be done. Female artists currently rank at 14.3% of the weekly airplay, according to Dr. Jada Watson, a professor at the University of Ottawa who reports on the genre’s gender imbalance.

“While there have been more Top 10 and No. 1 songs by women this calendar year - including the current No. 1 for Maddie & Tae, chart representation is going to enter another period of considerable inequity,” Watson tells Sounds Like Nashville. “There will be just two female acts in the Top 30 (6.7%) and five in the bottom 20 positions (25%), meaning that women will make up just 14% of the 50-position chart [this week].”

With the addition of “betty” to country radio, listeners will be hearing one more female voice on airwaves with the hope that more will follow. Watson stresses that while Swift on her own won’t even out the gender imbalance within the country format, with radio already embracing “betty” it is a start that stations are adding another female into regular rotation.

“While there has been an increase in airplay for songs by female artists over the last six months with three stand-out weeks with about 17.6% of the spins for their songs, the gap is still much too wide for one artist alone to close with one song,” Watson explains.

2020 has seen the most No. 1 songs by females in the past four years on the Country Airplay chart. Maddie & Tae (“Die From a Broken Heart”), Miranda Lambert (“Bluebird”), Gabby Barrett (“I Hope”), Carly Pearce (“I Hope You’re Happy Now” with Lee Brice), Gwen Stefani (“Nobody But You” with Blake Shelton) and Maren Morris (“The Bones”) all saw chart toppers this year.

Despite pursuing a career in the pop world over the past six years, Swift has remained embedded in the country community. In 2016, she penned “Better Man” for Little Big Town and was also featured as a guest vocalist on Sugarland’s “Babe.” Her 2019 collaboration with The Chicks on “Soon You’ll Get Better” also landed her on the charts.

While the verdict is still out on how Swift’s “betty” will be received at country radio, she remains a familiar voice that has made an indelible impact in breaking down barriers while continuing to introduce her legions of fans to the genre.

“Songs by women are receiving more airplay than in previous months and years and this will be a bumpy ride to correcting the imbalance,” Watson says, while remaining hopeful that Swift’s “betty” will be accepted. “This is all encouraging - not just because it’s a sign of radio getting behind a truly good song, but because it also has the potential to encourage meaningful change for female artists within the genre.”

[skgway]

1823 Aug., Fri. 29

6

10 55/60

Very comfortable bed, and slept well till 5 20/60, at which time it was raining heavily downstairs and in the stable at 7 1/4 everything ready, but it rained so much (began at 3 1/2 they said and was incessant till after 9) I determined to stay breakfast, and set off at 9 or 10 – 

Took upMog’s edition of Patterson’s roads published London 1822. Saw Shibden hall inserted according to the letter I wrote mentioning its situation – Then took up volume 1 Miss Benger’s life of Mary Queen of Scots and read the first 50 pages. 

Sat down to breakfast (boiled milk and hot rolls) at 8 1/2 – It just then occurred to me that the last time I was in this room (the ground floor parlour on the left entering the Bridgewater) was with M– [Mariana] on the night of the 9th of March 1816. 

A host of reflections crowded on me – I felt the tear starting and my heart grow sick. ‘How foolish,’ said I, then sank into the thought that my knowing her had perhaps been the ruin of my health and happiness. She has not the heart to suit me. Perhaps I should not be happy with [her], yet almost foolish, [w/c]ould not be so without. I had almost said, ‘Oh, that I had not a heart,’ but God be merciful to me a sinner, and enable me to fix it. Here alone true joys are to be found. 

How very little π [Mariana] guesses what passes within me. I do not blame her. Heaven has not given her that sweet sensibilit soul of the soul after which my spirit panteth, likes the hart after the water brook and than which nothing less can satisfy a romantic and the enthusiastic mind like mine. To π [Mariana], if I shewed myself more openly I should be an enigma. She could not understand. We have not much fellowship in feeling, yet am I attached to her. Alas, I see more and more plainly, too deeply for my own happiness. 

Were I to tell her the effect of this three step business, she could not comprehend it. She would think it perhaps unforgivingness of temper rather than that wound at heart which festers unseen. It has taught me that tho she loves me, it is without that beautiful romance of sentiment that all my soul desires. But mine are not affections to be returned in this world. Oh that I could turn them with virtuous enthusiasm to that being who gave them. 

O Mary, Mary! You have enticed me with the glimpse of happiness and my heart has pursued the ignis fatuus till retreat is impossible or vain – But no more –

Left Manchester at 9 25/60 (the roads very heavy with the rain) and stopt at the Wellington Inn, Rochdale, at 11 35/60 – Fair the 1st 7 miles but rained the last 4 (of the 11 Manchester to Rochdale) – Went into the stable for a minute or 2, then sat down and mused and wrote all the above of today which took me till 12 3/4 (Shibden). Took a little nap – Had ordered George to let us be off in 2 hours but he was out, and 25 minutes beyond his time, and we were not off till 2 –

From 2 55/60 to 3 1/2 walked, and made George lead Caradoc, from the mound and while rails across the valley (perhaps 1/2 mile on this side of Littlebro’) to the Inn at the top of Blackstone edge – Stopt there 5 minutes and gave Caradoc some oatmeal and water – Then pursued our journey, and got home in 3 3/4 hours at 5 3/4, i.e. just before it struck 6 by the kitchen clock –

It rained pretty smartly all the time we were at Rochdale till about the last 1/2 hour when it cleared up and we had no rain afterwards – A fine evening too – My father and Marian called after tea and staid about an hour –

Told my uncle and aunt Mr. Simmons thought he could cure me, but could answer for it better if I was in Manchester under his own eye for 2 or 3 weeks – My aunt wanted me to give up going to Scarbro’ and York, and go to Manchester immediately – This I, of course, decline, saying I may perhaps be able to do without going to M– [Mariana] at all –

Barometer at changeable or rather above Fahrenheit 57º at 9 p.m. at which hour came up to bed – Put by my things etc. and wrote the last 9 lines of today – 4 letters waited my arrival –

Nothing can be better done than the new road from Littlebro’ to the top of Blackstone edge – From the very foot of the hill to about 100 yards from the Inn at the top are 15 white-painted black-capped stone posts as guides, I suppose, when the road is covered with snow – They were 149 strides apart (supposing them to be as as they look, at equal distances) perhaps these 149 strides might be about 100 yards or not much more –

It was at the 14th stone that I met M– [Mariana] last Tuesday week – This struck me forcibly – I had been thinking of the thing before – Indeed not a day scarcely an hour has passed since it happened, without its occuring to me in 1 shape or other – Oh! that I could forget it altogether – But I know and feel this cannot be – My memory is too obstinate for me –

3 of the letters came yesterday from M– [Mariana] (York); from Miss Vallance (Sittingbourne) and from Radford the Tailor (“ 27 Piccadilly removed from 188 Fleet street London”) the other letter (from Radford acknowledging the receipt of the draft) came this morning –

M– [Mariana]’s letter (2 1/4 pages hurried) written the very day (Wednesday) my letter to her would get to Scarbro’, on which day she seems to have been setting off for that place, having waited to take her father and mother within the carriage Eliza and Lou on the box and the 2 little Whites and her and Watson her servants in a hack chaise – Mrs. B– [Belcombe] seized with Cholera morbus on Sunday “which alarmed us much for a few hours, but it soon subsided”.... “however she is quite well” – Dr. B– [Belcombe] 

“in very low spirits about himself and I really think there is much cause even now to feel alarmed about him – His mind seems to have suffered, and when there is anything to be done he seems quite bewildered” –

M – [Mariana] not quite so well as she was – The moorgame arrived safe on Sunday – Dr. B– [Belcombe] appeared pleased with the attention – M– [Mariana] was to have written on Tuesday “but Bell came over and nothing could be done” –

3 pages crossed and the ends from Miss V– [Vallance] I must write to her very soon – She says my last is dated 14 February –

“Does your remembrance of your confiding friend ever cross your mind? Has her fate ceased to interest? Is her form forgotten? Her faults and sorrows faded from from your heart?” …. 

I must write – She is still in a very bad state of health – Gives a high character of her brother William’s bride – vide the latter 1/2 the crossing of page 2 and the former 1/2 of page 1 vide page 2 

“Memory often carried me to Langton – and recalls our wandering to Birdsall, the wold etc. etc. ...... those steps so well remembered, so fondly recorded in my bosom”.... 

Flll [full] well i remember my style of conversations. Does she too? Is it not evident she will listen again and grant all I ask as before? – At page 3

 “I hope to see Langton at no very distant time and I hope most earnestly to see you there” –

Surely the crossing above referred intelli[gi]bly marks her preference towards me and might warrant my taking gently any liberties I chose. She says, or strongly insinuates, that she and I think and feel more in unison than I suppose. Surely this is no cold water on anything that has passed between us – I have always maintained a lady cannot love sufficiently a second time. It is respecting this she owns my opinion, “founded on a knowledge of human nature in general” but consider herself an exception –

Radford’s 1st letter is to acknowledge the receipt of my 1st…. 

“as our business is conducted solely on the principle of ready money we cannot send goods to strangers in the country without 1st receiving a remittance to amount of ordered goods” … 

Strangers is in the original, strange ladies in the country – Referred to their “order book” and found my measure etc. etc. I could not help laughing –

The 2nd letter a respectful acknowledgment of the draft – The coat to be sent by “the York coach that leaves the Golden and Saturday morning at six” that I am expected to have it early on Sunday morning –

vide line 23 the last page the weather, what kept me up so long etc. – E [two dots, treating venereal complaint] O [one dot, signifying little discharge] A lit[t]le not much –

[sideways in margin] Rochdale

[twistedtummies2]

UPDATED: Top 20 Alices of Wonderland.

We now have a week till the 4th of July. Now, in America, the 4th of July is Independence Day...but what lots of people either forget or don't realize is that it's also, internationally, Alice in Wonderland Day. It was on July 4th, in 1862, that Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (a.k.a. Lewis Carroll) first told the story of Alice's Adventures Underground, which later he wrote down and published as Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I decided this year to do something special for the occasion: more countdowns! (Isn't that new. :P ) For each day between now and July 4th, I will release countdowns of some of my favorite characters from the Wonderland stories; the interpretations I like the most. Much like the ones I've done for Dr. Watson, Professor Moriarty, and Johnny Depp, these will be Top 20s, and they will be descriptionless: a preamble, some pictures, credits, and nothing more. The types of media this covers will include novels, comics, anime/manga, video games, stage shows, movies, and TV productions. (Sorry, radio fans; there are no versions of Wonderland for radio/audio that I really adore, even though there are some good ones out there.) Having said that, let's start with the main character herself: Alice. Alice in the books is interesting because, while she's not a total blank slate, she's also meant to be our anchor; she is effectively our guide through the wild shenanigans of Wonderland, the more or less normal person wrapped up in a crazy environment. Strict adaptations usually keep this, while reimaginings often find ways to give Alice a bit more agency of some kind: Alice in the books is stronger-willed than most realize, so it's not surprising she's often shown as a fighter and a leader. Other interpretations have her journey through Wonderland become an adventure of the soul; Alice has to find herself before she can find her way home. Many mix these various elements together. There are a LOT of really fun Alices out there, and choosing just twenty was very tough. Still, a judgment call was needed, and a judgment call has been made. Here are what I feel are My Top 20 Favorite Alices of Wonderland!

20. Brooke Shields, from The Muppet Show. (I say she counts!)

19. Deborah Watling, from the Wednesday Play’s “Alice” (1965).

18. Rachael Wooding, from the UK Tour of “Wonderland.”

17. Gillian Barber, from the Hallmark Hall of Fame Production (1955).

16. Charlotte Henry, from the 1933 Paramount Film.

15. The Version from Warehouse 13. (Played by Niamh Wilson (pictured) and Stephanie Barrett.)

14. Kabuto Miya, from Grimms Notes: The Animation.

13. Lauren Cuthbertson, from the Royal Ballet Production (2011).

12. Mia Wasikowska, from the Tim Burton Movies.

11. Janet Dacal, from Wonderland.

10. Caterina Scorsone, from SyFy’s “alice.”

9. Natalie Gregory, from the 1985 CBS Miniseries.

8. Sophie Lowe, from Once Upon a Time in Wonderland.

7. Alice the B. Rabbit, from Pandora Hearts.

6. Alyss Heart, from The Looking-Glass Wars.

5. Elisabeth Harnois, from Adventures in Wonderland. (Check it out on Disney+ now!)

4. Tina Majorino, from the 1999 Hallmark TV Film.

3. The Disney Version. (Originally voiced by Kathryn Beaumont.)

2. Fiona Fullerton, from the 1972 Film.

1. Amelia Shankley & Coral Browne, from Dreamchild.