Getting the entirety of Smallville before even watching a single episode just cause Welling is very hot and very pretty
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88 becoming an alcoholic like his father that was hard on him, maybe even borderline abusive to him, stings very badly
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QUICK UPDATE:
Hoping to have more photos of him soon. Difficult to find the time and energy right now. Most losses like this are typically goodbye, viewing, funeral, burial. But this is not going normally for me since dad was famous in local fishing circles (so there are events going on that aren’t just for my family) and because there was unresolved family drama. I won’t go into the details. Just… I may have been disowned, there may possibly have been a forgery, it isn’t easy seeing his life talked about as if I didn’t exist and I may be losing the house I grew up in, which is where my cats still live and where I live now will not be easy to take them. Perhaps, I will be able to take some photos of Mally this coming weekend but I do not know. Photos or not, I am still switching him from the stand to laying down and from laying down to his stand in the hope of preventing dye transfer while he waits for his new custom clothing.
In other news… I had this weird dream yesterday. I was in line to enter Disneyland and as I got up to the park gate to get in, I spotted Mally leaning against a wall nearby, staring at me like this.
I honestly do not know what to make of this. What the f*ck?
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Soldier boy choking whoever m*sha c*llins’ character is, I used to pray for times like this…
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holy shit how many people are born/cracked with llm generated names i feel funny in a bad way
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stupid ass mouse
design by @caterpillaronthewahpedal and I :3 (all based on personal interpretation!!)
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So sorry we missed out on posting the photos yesterday when he arrived! Almost as soon as he arrived so early at the T Party, all he wanted to do was sleep, like the Dormouse he is. 😴 But here, finally, is what he looks like! He does have his gold chain necklace but I forgot to put it on him before taking the photos. He also came with his “battle axe” 🎸 but it unfortunately got broken in half by USPS… So it was unable to be photographed just yet.
Look out for more from photos of Mally soon though- he has more goodies on the way!
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Crying because I can’t access the new chapter of MTP on my usual site and the other one has too many sex bots for me to even try to read through a page 😭🙏
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Antidote to Boredom (Sherliam)
Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot
Characters: Sherlock Holmes | William James Moriarty
Lee!Sherlock Ler!William
Summary: In a strangely tranquil London, Sherlock faces his greatest enemy: boredom. William then decides to distract him in an unconventional way, turning caution into provocation and revealing a vulnerability that Sherlock never intended to expose.
[Read also on Ao3]
Notes: Well, I’m obsessed with this anime, with these two characters, and especially with Sherlock, so I’ve written 9 short stories (for now). Eight with William and one with John, and I’ve decided to start posting them now.
They will be independent stories, there’s no sequence or connection, just random scenarios I thought of and decided to develop.
This is the first one, which I wrote right after finishing the anime, so I was obsessed with “Lee Sherlock”, which is why it’s a bit long. I ended up extending it on purpose, since I hadn’t yet written anything more elaborate to satisfy my obsession.
I also accept requests, suggestions, ideas, anything with these two characters or with Lee Sherlock (just Lee Sherlock, please).
And if you’re interested in more intense stories, consider reading “Sherlock Between Reason and Tickles”, which is also on my profile.
(The art doesn’t belong to me, I found it on Pinterest and the credits are in the image)
[[MORE]]The rain drummed against the windows of Sherlock Holmes’s apartment, the sound constantly irritating. He was sprawled on the sofa, his legs dangling over the armrest, his shoes still sticking out, a pile of papers scattered on the floor, and an expression of pure annoyance on his face.
“Three disappearances that are just romantic elopements, two jewel thefts solved by drunken witnesses, and a cat that didn’t disappear” Sherlock grumbled, sinking further into the sofa. “I’m being wasted”
William James Moriarty, who was calmly leafing through a book sitting in the armchair beside him, looked up like someone watching a spoiled child complaining about the lack of a new toy. “Perhaps the world is temporarily at peace, it’s not exactly a tragedy”
“It’s torture, Liam”
William sighed, closing the book with a soft snap as he stood up and approached with that restrained smile on his lips that made Sherlock suspicious. “Take off your shoes”
“…What?”
“Your shoes. And your socks. You’re tense and irritated, I’ll help you relax”
“That doesn’t sound like a proven effective method”
“Trust me”
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “Is this some veiled form of psychological experiment?”
“It could be” William replied, sitting elegantly at the other end of the sofa. “Or it could just be the gesture of a man who loves another and knows him too well to realize he needs a distraction”
Sherlock sighed dramatically, but yielded. He took off his shoes with a slight push at the heels, and, with some hesitation, removed his socks, feeling suddenly more vulnerable than he wanted to admit.
William took one of the feet in his elegant, cold, and meticulous hands, beginning to massage it with slow, precise movements.
“That’s…” Sherlock tried to keep his voice steady. “That’s more tolerable than I imagined”
“Was that a compliment or an insult? Are you trying to maintain your pride, is that it?” William smiled as his thumbs slid along the length of his sole, finding points of tension with almost surgical precision.
But soon something curious happened, a slight tremor ran through Sherlock’s body, causing him to flinch slightly. William raised an eyebrow. “Ah… interesting” His thumbs slowly returned to that same region, the base and underside of his toes. “Sensitive here?”
“It’s just… an involuntary response of the peripheral nervous system” Sherlock tried to maintain his composure, but the slight current of shivers that ran up his skin betrayed him.
William smiled and gently traced the arch of his foot, causing Sherlock to instinctively stretch his leg, almost as if trying to escape the touch.
“You find it funny, don’t you?” Sherlock frowned.
“Just reflecting on how even the greatest detective can squirm with a simple touch” William said, circling the area again with a more delicate touch, provoking another sigh and a more visible shudder.
Sherlock was now torn between the desire to protest and the urge to simply close his eyes and let himself be carried away by that touch, as unusual and delicate as it was tranquilizing.
“Are you more relaxed?”
“I’m more… distracted, which I imagine was your goal from the beginning”
“Exactly. Sometimes, the best antidote to monotony isn’t a riddle,” William said, now holding and massaging the other foot. “It’s remembering that you can still be surprised”
This time, Sherlock didn’t answer, only closed his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of silence and surrender.
William’s fingers worked deftly on his left foot, exploring points of tension and relaxing the muscles. But gradually, the rhythm began to change, the pressure lessened, giving way to softer, almost too light touches.
Sherlock frowned, his closed eyes tightening even more. “Liam… what exactly are you doing?”
“Nothing more than the massage I promised” He replied, his voice too calm, the corners of his lips curving into a restrained smile.
But Sherlock soon knew something was different. The touches no longer seemed therapeutic, they were subtle, unsteady, almost playful, and were concentrating precisely below his toes. He let out an involuntary spasm and pulled his leg back slightly, but William held it firmly, though still gently.
His red eyes gleamed with something between curiosity and mischief. “I found this area particularly sensitive” William commented. “Perhaps we should explore it more thoroughly”
“L-Liam…”
“Yes?” He gave a cynical smile.
Before Sherlock could protest, his fingers began to move more lightly, tracing small circles and quick lines. He shuddered and let out a laugh that he immediately tried to stifle. “Hahahahahaha! Liam! That’s childish!”
“And yet, effective”
Sherlock reflexively pressed the sole of his foot against the ground, biting his lip as he tried to contain another reaction. But William seemed delighted with the discovery, his touches now becoming more provocative, small rhythmic scratches with his fingertips, alternating between the arch and the toes.
“Hahahahahahahaha! Hey! You’re having fun with this!”
“I’m absolutely fascinated” William said, now laughing genuinely, though more restrainedly. “You, the most analytical and rational man in London, affected by something as banal and irrational as tickling”
Sherlock tried to kick lightly, but William caught his ankle with calculated ease, keeping the sole of his foot exposed. The struggle between irritation and laughter was increasingly reflected on Sherlock’s face, who closed his eyes in an effort to maintain self-control. “If you keep doing this, I swear—” He managed to say between laughs.
“Swear what, Sherly? Are you going to laugh at me or deduce my next move?” William said, now tracing his toes.
This elicited another contortion from Sherlock and a short, muffled laugh, as if he were being defeated by his own body. “Hahahahahahaha! Stop it!”
Finally, William slowly backed away, still smiling. “Boredom duly eliminated?”
Sherlock, breathless and with flushed cheeks, threw his arm over his eyes. “I’ll never forgive you for that” He grumbled.
“Yes, you will. When the next case is as boring as lukewarm tea, you’ll remember this moment with gratitude”
Sherlock sighed, but a slight smile escaped from under his arm. “Detestable… but effective” He said softly.
William smiled, still holding his ankle as he stepped back slightly, just enough to observe him. Sherlock had rested his arm over his eyes, trying to compose himself, but his chest still rose and fell with the remnants of laughter. The tips of his ears and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
That… fascinated William.
It was rare to see Sherlock disarmed. He was, most of the time, a wall of logic, sarcasm, and deliberate coldness. But now, for something as simple and human as tickling, he reacted with true, raw, almost innocent emotions.
William tilted his head, his red eyes fixing on his feet as if he had just discovered a secret piece in a complex puzzle. “Curious…” He murmured, more to himself than to the other.
“What is it now?” Sherlock’s voice came out somewhat muffled.
“You” William smiled slightly. “The way he desperately tried to maintain control even when it had already slipped from his grasp”
“That’s completely irrelevant” Sherlock adjusted himself, trying to regain his usual posture. “But now that your charade is over, perhaps I can—”
But he couldn’t finish the sentence, as William ran his index finger with a provocative slowness across the center of the sole of his still-exposed foot, this time with more firmness.
Sherlock immediately flinched, letting out a short, surprised, almost nervous laugh. “Liam… d-don’t you dare…” He stared at him, swallowing hard.
“Ah, but now I really want to understand better” He said, with a playful glint in his eyes. “There’s a pattern here, a language your body reveals even when your mind wants to hide it”
And then he continued, more incisive this time, his fingers now more active and firm, beginning to explore purposefully. His fingers glided rhythmically along every point of Sherlock’s sole, first the heel, then the center, then the arch, and finally the toes, alternating between lighter touches and precise pressures, studying every reaction, every spasm, every stifled laugh, every frustrated attempt to disguise it.
“L-Liahahahahaham! No, no! Stop it!” Sherlock tried, but he was already secretly giving in. “This isn’t fair ahahahahahahahahaha!”
“Not everything in life is fair, Sherly” He retorted, clearly amused. “Especially when it comes to such an… intriguing discovery”
Sherlock was now truly writhing, trying to pull his foot back, but William held him firmly in control, never forcing, but enough to dominate the situation.
“You’re a sadist” Sherlock gasped, with an involuntary laugh that stubbornly threatened to grow.
“And you are delightfully more human and sensitive than you pretend to be”
Sherlock finally chuckled, defeated, throwing his head back on the sofa. “Are you satisfied with your experiment?” He said, after nearly dying of laughter.
William gently released his foot and moved a little closer, resting his hands on the detective’s knees, now visibly exhausted, but with a rare gleam in his eyes. “I’m still processing the results” His voice was now lower, more intimate. “But I must admit, seeing you like this was one of the most enchanting sights I’ve ever had”
Sherlock, still breathless, raised his blue eyes to him suspiciously. “This won’t become a habit”
William just smiled. “Of course not. Unless you start complaining too much about your cases again”
Sherlock nudged him lightly with his foot, the same one William had tortured moments before, and they both laughed.
At that moment, no crime in the world seemed more urgent than the comfortable silence they shared.
However, that silence lasted too long. Sherlock spent the next two days in apparent serenity, no complaints about the cases, no bored escapes to the sofa, no acidic comments. William, as expected, immediately became suspicious.
That evening, in the Baker Street apartment, the detective prepared tea with almost ceremonial precision. His movements were too smooth for someone who usually moved with haste and impatience.
William watched him from the armchair, his eyes half-closed in analysis and suspicion. “You’ve been calm and controlled for too long, Sherly” He commented casually.
Sherlock turned around with the tray in his hands and a smile on his lips. “How rude, Liam”
A few minutes later, William found himself comfortably seated on the sofa, with Sherlock beside him, very close, close enough for anyone else to assume an intimate conversation. The tea was forgotten on the coffee table.
“You seem tense today” He said, his voice calm, almost gentle. “Perhaps I should allow myself to return the favor from the other night”
William raised an eyebrow. “Are you offering to massage me?”
“Something like that” And with that, Sherlock leaned in, surprising him by firmly grasping his ankle and sliding his hand down his lower leg.
William allowed it, calm and curious.
Sherlock, meticulous, began with gentle touches, mimicking the same technique he had received, but it was only the beginning of his revenge. In a few minutes, his fingers moved more quickly, searching for the points where involuntary reactions usually occurred.
However, nothing.
William watched him as one analyzes an intriguing spectacle. His expression remained serene and his body relaxed, not a single muscle reacted.
“Hm” Sherlock narrowed his eyes and redoubled his efforts. Now he explored the toes, the side of the ankle, even the top of the foot. He touched the ball with agility, with insistence, but William’s calculated coldness didn’t break.
“Disappointed?” He asked, in an almost provocative tone.
“You’re made of marble!” Sherlock muttered, dropping his foot and leaning back, frustrated.
William smiled, leaning slightly, his eyes fixed on the other man. “Now that you’ve confirmed you can’t hit me the same way, I think it’s fair to return the favor”
Sherlock’s eyes widened, too late. William had already gently pushed him against the sofa, mounting him. Before the detective could protest, he felt William’s hands slide under his shirt.
“W-Wait, Liam, no!” But the fingers were quick to find his ribs and the reaction was immediate, he arched involuntarily, a muffled laugh escaping his throat. “Hahahahahahahaha!”
“Ah… here, then” William murmured, with the concentration of someone discovering a vital point. And there he began to truly explore. His fingers danced between the ribs, descending along the side of the belly, provoking spasms, suppressed laughter, and incomplete sentences.
“S-Stop it! Hahahahahaha! That’s… unfahahahahahahair! Unfair!” Sherlock chuckled, trying to grab his hands, which moved with controlled and meticulous speed.
“Of course it is. But look, now you’re in my hands” William shifted, moving the fingers of one hand to the back of Sherlock’s neck, tracing slow circles, then quick ones, just below the hairline.
The detective tried to shrug, but he was already defeated again. “This is humiliating” He managed to say between laughs.
“No, this is cute” William smiled, his other hand finding its way to his armpit.
“W-WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO, NO HAHAHAHAHA!” Sherlock arched away.
“Shhh, not so loud, Sherly, the neighbors will complain again” William smiled, maliciously this time, placing both hands there.
“YOU SCOUNDREL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!”
The touches continued, now calmer, almost affectionate, fingers sliding along the collarbone, across the abdomen, as if marking territory. William watched him with a mixture of admiration and restrained desire, enchanted by that rare, intimate, human vulnerability.
“Have you finished torturing me?” Sherlock murmured dramatically, his face turned to the side, his hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed, and his breath ragged.
William smiled. “For now” He lay down beside the detective, his hand still resting on his waist, feeling his breathing gradually calm down.
And there, in the silence that followed, they both knew that this game of teasing was far from over.
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Albert winning in drinking with Moran
I really like idea that Albert isnt able to get drunk with wine