#xnotourdivisionx

[thewxman]

An hour and twenty three minutes, she had been waiting in the interrogation room of New Scotland Yard. Her fingertips drummed, restless, against the metal table before her, atop it an untouched plastic cup of water, the surface rippling with every tap of her red-lacquered nails. She was alone in the room, bar the tape recorder to her left, an incessantly loud clock, and the two-way mirror mounted on her right, which in fact meant that she was far less alone than she felt. 

She exhaled impatiently, the air leaving her in a huff, somewhat reminiscent of an impertinent teenager. Yes, she had been in worse situations— but this was far from a walk in the park. A hand on the clock dragged itself further another minute, and all at once her palms connected with the cold surface of the table with a clang, the underside of a diamond ring leaving the unpleasant sound resonating around the room.

        “ I know you’re just standing there watching and I know very well that you can hear me. Will someone please come and put me out of my misery by telling me just why you’re keeping me in here? ”

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[jingleboi]

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@xnotourdivisionx

“Who are you?”

[blammoran]

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[losingsiide-archive-blog]

( sent // greg lestrade ) i think this man is trying to flirt with me. ( sent // greg lestrade ) he called me 'babe.' ( sent // greg lestrade ) it sounds much better when you say it. ( sent // greg lestrade ) come arrest him for attempted burglary. ( sent // greg lestrade ) he’s trying to steal your man.

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[toldabetterstory-archived]

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SEX HEADCANONS MEME

Kinkyness

Sherlock would not consider himself to be particularly kinky. He also wouldn’t consider many of his kinks to be kinks — that would be acknowledging to everyone that he is a sexual being. I wouldn’t call him incredibly kinky but he has a few. He enjoys being dominated/topped, as a person who values control — selectively letting it go at times can be very beneficial for him. He has a Military Kink that he cannot help; he isn’t sure why but it’s partially connected to the fact that he only allows himself to be bossed around sexually. Sherlock refers to it as Selectively Submissive; he chooses to be so ergo it’s still in his control.

Sex Positions

Much of this is varied between partners, gender & intensity. He is a fan of the classic vanilla missionary for more lazier or romantically charged settings. Eye contact is important to him; he prefers it to be maintained whenever possible. Even if just through a reflection. He also doesn’t enjoy positions that create distance or limited contact. He enjoys being as physically close as possible ( I could go into paragraphs on this but for now we will leave it at that ). He is always a fan of the classic ‘pressing one person against a wall as their legs wrap around your waist’ move — especially as he is extremely capable of performing either end of it. Of course, he is a show-off so exceptions arise when he is given a chance to do so. He is still rather flexible from his years of dance & running over London helps keep him limber; any chance to remind a partner of this is one he will usually take ( at least once just to try it ).

Sexual Positions — already answered.

[jingleboi]

xnotourdivisionx//blast from the past

Fuck

What the hell had happened? Why did his head feel like it was in a vice? Why were his ears ringing much more than usual?

He shifted a little, testing his movement. Nothing seemed to be broken or missing. No more than usual, anyway. Pegleg and arm still attached even.

He didn’t move to get up just yet though, keeping his eyes stubbornly closed. His memory was shit at the best of times, but he pushed himself to go back over what had happened.

They’d been in the drop ship at Kings Row. Some civil unrest stuff he’d been utterly uninterested in, some demolition that needed doing that he’d been only too happy to provide. But they’d had to wait for their contact to come and it had been what felt like hours. Anyone who knew Junkrat knew that he hated waiting. The energy vibrating through his body needed an outlet. That outlet, this time, had been bothering the big ape.

He’d been making something, some new ‘chronal accelerator‘ whatever doohickey, for Tracer. It looked like a bomb to Junkrat, he knew she had them and never did let him get a good look, it must have been one of those, and so of course he’d done what he was prone to do when he was bored, and pinched it when Winston wasn’t looking, adding it to his own sizable collection of explosives.

Their contact had arrived, he remembered that much... then he’d set up his bombs on the large steel door they needed to get through... the chronal whatever included, since it glowed dangerously and looked like it might make a decent bang.

Something had gone wrong though. One had been set off early while he was still wiring up. It was a miracle, then, that he was still alive. He finally cracked open his eyes with a groan, sitting up and looking around. Wherever he was, it looked like even more of a shithole than Kings Row usually was. Fuck, the cars even all had wheels. He got to his feet and stumbled back a bit, feeling himself bump into someone behind him. He spun around, reaching for his launcher but coming up bare. Aside from his RIP tire, he didn’t have anything to defend himself with, so he balled his hands into fists, the metal one could pull a mean punch if needed, “Oi! Who are you? Y’interupting an important mission.”

[crimeaddiict]

@xnotourdivisionx { xx }

“I assure you, I wouldn’t have offered if I was busy.” Sherlock hummed in the back of her throat before settling down beside the man. “No cases or anything for me to focus on, at the moment, it’s been a dull day as ever.”

[col-sebastian]

[TEXT] is there evidence of another human being getting away with this?

@xnotourdivisionx

[text] No but if anyone can get away with it then I can.

[text] Not to sound arrogant about it. But I will.

[blammoran]

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[watsonofagun]

@xnotourdivisionx gets a thing because >.>

       “What was the point of handcuffing me to Sherlock if we could still run?        Doesn’t really make us immobile or anything.”

[obscrve-blog]

— — — “ i’m not apologizing to dimmock. he is an idiot. ” whether dimmock had taken offense to his comment was irrelevant to sherlock; he concerned himself with very few opinions. what greg thought of him did matter though, so after a moment he continued. “ i’m much smarter than him. ”

&& STARTER CALL. @xnotourdivisionx

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xnotourdivisionx//don’t blow it

“G’day!” A wide, nervous grin stretched itself across Junkrat’s face as he smoothed down his ill-fitting button up shirt. It probably wasn’t terribly smart of him to show his face in London again so soon, but given he was rapidly becoming a wanted man globally, there probably wasn’t any harm in wandering around the place incognito, a feat Roadie had rolled his eyes at when Junkrat had described his plan. His fingers twitched just a bit with the absence of his explosives. All he had was a sticky mine tucked into his pants and held in place with his belt buckle to escape a messy situation. Hardly enough to cause any real trouble, unfortunately. “This the line to order?” he nodded at the long line he’d just joined in the quaint little cafe, waiting wasn’t one of his strong points, but he needed his boba fix. He shifted and jittered, unable to stand still for the briefest moment.

[inducctive]

@xnotourdivisionx

“I am holding a piece of paper.” Clearly he is drunk or something because he keeps giggling at the blank piece of paper and repeatedly announcing that he was holding it.

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@xnotourdivisionx

“You can come in, Lestrade... I’m not that fragile.” Sherlock called as he heard Greg loitering. “I’m a junkie, not a Chinese porcelain doll.” He quipped, a smirk gracing his pale lips. He was recovering... But it was a long process. “Come and sit with me. I am currently making paper elephants. Mrs Hudson took away my knifes and my interesting equipment. Replaced them with books on Origami and knitting.” Sherlock scoffed in horror, “I have already filled Noah’s proverbial arch with two of every animal and it’s only 3pm.” 

What a waste of a great mind...

However, Sherlock hated to admit, but he had never been so popular among his friends. Every day he had three or four visitors. He knew that some were there out of obligation but not all of them. Some actually wanted to see him. See how he was doing. Occasionally the paranoia told him they were there to see the once great man crumbled up on the floor, clutching his abdomen in pain from the detox. He hadn’t quite pinned why Greg visited so often, but he was slowly warming to their time together. 

He even asked Mrs Hudson to pick up biscuits for the Inspector. Everyone had an item of food in his cupboard now... Now that the kitchen was no longer a working laboratory. Sherlock sure had a lot of explaining to do to Lestrade...

[blammoran]

[Text] It's not micro. It looks fine to me. And it's fine, he doesn't visit the Yard that often anymore. He's busy with his own cases.

[text] I love you. -SM

[text] You let me know if he gives you any trouble. I’ll kick his face in. -SM