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Nearly 130 public libraries closed across Britain in the last year
Almost 130 public libraries have closed in the last year in Britain while an extra 3,000 volunteers have been brought in to run remaining services, as the decade’s austerity pressures see local authorities continuing to apply swingeing cuts to budgets.
The annual survey of British libraries by the Chartered Institute of Public Finance and Accountancy (Cipfa) has revealed a similar picture each year since 2010, with the number of branches and paid staff falling every year.
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Luisa Capetillo (1879-1922): The Activist Arrested For Wearing Pants
Full entry here. Books here. Patreon here. Art notes and whatnot after the cut.
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Some new photos have surfaced on Twitter from here, a really cool ‘3 Minutes With’ series. Nice Alan Rickman one on there as well <3
Window. “My favourite celebrity is Benedict Cumberbatch. He was totally creative himself, had a good shot at the shooting and suddenly he jumped to the window sill.”
What chemicals cause a match head to burst into flame when struck? A look at the history & chemistry of matches: http://wp.me/s4aPLT-matches
Female Sexual Anatomy - External
The external female sex organs include two folds of flesh, one inside the other called the Labia Majora and the Labia Minora (the major lip and the minor lip). Inside the labia minora on the top is the glans clitoris which is protected by the clitoral hood. The glans clitoris is an organ with many nerve endings that can be a source of sexual pleasure. The glans is only the outside of the clitoris which extends back into the body underlying the labia and continuing along the roof of the vaginal wall.
The urethral opening connects to the bladder and urine comes out of it.
The vaginal opening is where the penis goes during sexual intercourse. It connects to the womb, oviducts, and ovaries where children are conceived.
The anus is the opening of the large intestine and food waste comes out of it.
The female differs from the male in that females have three openings while males have only two (an anus and the urethra which carries both sperm and urine)
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image inspired by:
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vaginal_opening_-_english_description.jpg
Sexual Anatomy from top to bottom
I am changing the theme of this blog to cover human sexual anatomy.
Why Sex?
When I was young, people talked about the sexual revolution. As a child, I didn't really understand what they meant. It seemed to have something to do with women dancing with their long hair down, and men trying to pick them up. The one thing that everyone agreed on was that the world had changed. We would never be sexually repressed again.
But when I came of age, it was the area of JUST SAY NO. Although it was supposed to be about drugs, sex was also a big no, no. AIDS was a punishment for the swinger life style, and our fathers knew better after all.
In the twenty-first century it's even worse. Abstinence-only education is the norm in the United States, and sex education is spotty and full of moralizing and misinformation.
After the second or third time that I heard someone post that they had learned about sex reading fan-fiction, I felt that there was a need for a source of reliable sex education that could be reached by the typical eleven year old, and yet would be relevant to adults as well. This blog will now discuss sex, human sex. Everything I can find about the anatomy, physiology, and biology of human sexual experience. Feel free to give me asks in the comments as it is a work in progress. Please correct me if you see any mistakes. Please tell me if this is useful to you. I will try to make it accurate and if possible interesting.
University
SHERLOCK ADVENT DAY 14!
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Psychology is a beautiful thing.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes Summary:
After the pool incident. Sherlock tells John of how he knew James Moriarty in his youth when he was his...benefactor.
Excerpt:
“The third time that I met James Moriarty, I was twenty. I was standing on a street corner in tattered jeans and an old jacket. University hadn't agreed with me. Not after I started taking drugs to numb the aftermath of a bad love affair. I know, you're shocked. You don't see me as the kind of person who has love affairs. I don't. Not anymore.
"I was in danger of getting expelled from Uni, and Mycroft exploded. He put a freeze on my funds. Told me that I wouldn't get another penny until I improved my performance there. I told him where to shove it. I spent my nights on the couches of people I knew, until I wasn't welcome anywhere. I was so bored and lonely that I went to bars and let men buy me drinks only to pickpocket them when they were drunk and use the money to buy cocaine. I was high, and bored, and desperate, wondering where I was going to sleep that night. Wondering if I knew anyone else who might give me enough for another hit when a car stopped beside me.
"I remembered him, vaguely. He certainly remembered me. I climbed inside. I often think back to that moment. I could have walked away, and everything would have been different. If I had simply walked away, that woman might never have died, and you might not have been taken. Then again, who knows what Moriarty would have done. Needless to say I did climb into the car. That fact can't be changed.
The continuing Adventures of Devil John
Work in Progress
After Sherlock Holmes died, he and the spirit of John Watson spent some time bumming around as ghosts. It was Sherlock's idea of course. He still loved the world and there were things that he had left to do. The freedom of going unseen and delving into mysteries that none had been able to solve filled him with glee, and John, who had been with him constantly through the latter years of his life as his body had failed him more and more, couldn't begrudge him his enthusiasm.
The only thing that gave John pause was Sherlock's chosen form. An old man's body had never seemed to fit Sherlock whose spirit was never old, but John was still surprised when he took Sherlock's hand to help him out of his body, and he pulled out the form of an eleven year old boy, curly-haired and smiling with one missing tooth, and scratches on his knees. It did seem to fit his personality, wild and mischievous. It looked so appropriate as he manipulated the air making channels of cold and heat that caused the bees to fly in complex spirals and shape forms like helices and starbursts. It also fit the ghost who liked to pull Mycroft's toupee off of his head at inappropriate times. A prank that had his spirit rolling on the floor in laughter and also left a smile on the edge of Mycroft's face who looked almost as if he knew that Sherlock was there. Then again, he probably did know about it given the fact that Sherlock had written extensive notes in his lifetime about his haunting by the demon spirit of John Watson. Mycroft would have inherited the notes, and his mind was never one to be limited by what everyone else 'knew' was true. Sherlock's form was wholly appropriate to his person, but John had hoped for more, and in this form John couldn't get himself to do more than give him a hug and a peck on the forehead from time to time.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5116694/chapters/11771549#main
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Additional Tags: Angst, Sex, First Time, Post Season 3 Summary:
Dearest Sherlock,
It’s only a matter of time before the police come to get me. It’s much too obvious. I wouldn’t even rate the crime scene a four. It’s always the husband, isn’t it?
Devil John 13 - Friend
The end of the Devil John story!
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: explicit
Excerpt:
“So you've decided to ignore me. No matter. At least now you will have finally accepted that you are gay.”
“I'm not gay.” John says.
“What?”
“My entire life and most of my afterlife I've been trying to fit into boxes that other people have made. I won't do that anymore. I'm not gay...or straight. I'm not a soldier, or a man, or even a devil. I don't identify as any label you can make up. I am simply myself, John. I will love who I want, do what I want. I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I don't need others to tell me what my limits are. I'll find them myself. I was so enslaved by my own identity that I hurt Sherlock. I made him feel like he wasn't right, like he had to change himself for me to love him. I never realized how my discomfort in my own skin caused him pain. I acted badly, and I'm sorry. I hope that he realizes that in the end.”
“He will once he's here with us. Human lives are only so long.”
“He's not coming. I set his soul free.”
“What did you say!” Moriarty screamed rising to his feet. “Imbecile, stupid ignoramus, did you say that you set him free?” Moriarty walked around the table and placed a red claw on John's neck. John looked up at him unconcerned.”
“Yes, I let him go. He was still alive. Even so, he was willing to submit to eternal torture just to keep me company. That's true sacrifice. Loving someone more than anything in the world. Sherlock tried to show me again and again, and I was too much of an idiot to see it, until now. So chain me up to that wall. Burn me. Tear me apart, or whatever it is that you plan to do. Sherlock is free, and he can go on to his reward. I hope that it makes him happy.”
John squares his chin and closes his eyes bracing for a blow,
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Loved the key to time
(To Sherlock fans, isn’t this they same pose they always film Sherlock in?)
23 September: On this day in 1978 ‘The Ribos Operation’ - the first story of #DoctorWho’s Key to Time series - concluded!
Devil John - Chapter 12 Live
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit (yes it is)
Excerpt:
Sherlock spoke haltingly, words spilling out in bursts. “I was being prepped for an x-ray, concussion, when I found out. Mycroft walked into the room. I knew the moment that I saw his face. I remember running. There was... yelling. The next thing I remember, I was in the morgue. Molly was there. I saw your body on the table and I...” Sherlock' closes his eyes, burrowing his face deeper into John's chest as he holds on tightly to his shoulders. “I threw myself on your body. I think I wailed. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I broke down completely. Molly must have kept the others out, because they didn't force me back to my room. I wouldn't have gone anyway. I couldn't have gone. I couldn't leave you.” John felt tears on his chest. Then nails bit into his shoulders.
“if he hadn't already been dead, I swear I would have killed him myself. That man who shot you. I would have torn him limb from limb and cast the bits into the sea. I told them that I would, and I threatened anyone who tried to take your body from me. I know I stayed there overnight, and possibly the next day. Mycroft must have pulled strings…I woke up on Molly's bunk. They had put your body in refrigerated storage, but they still didn't force me to leave. So I put on a lab coat and observed you. That's when I took the cast of your wounds. I was analytical, detached. I thought that I was better, but apparently, no one one else did. They treated at me as one gone insane. In truth, I suppose that I was. A large part of my life ended the day that you died.
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Devil John 11 - Like a girl
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
The smell of oranges.
A tent door flapping in the breeze. Strong fingers digging in. The bright peel falling in pieces onto the surface a camp table. Oil arcs through the air filling the entire cabin with the smell of citrus.
“We've more ground to cover, and we're two men down,” Major Sholto says before taking a piece of orange and putting it in his mouth.
John looks up from where he sits slumped in his camp chair. He stares into blue eyes as bright as the desert sky. “Elroy and Firman were both good men. I tried to save them. I did everything I could for them.”
“I'm sure that you did, Watson. You're the best surgeon we have. If you couldn't save them, then they couldn't be saved.”
John smiles weakly, “It's nice of you to say, but I still think I could have done more.”
“As you should. Striving for perfection, that's what makes a man, isn't it? You did the best that you could, under the circumstances. No one can ask more than that. But I'm not looking forward to writing those letters to the family. It's never easy, but it's especially hard when those who die are so young.”
“Sometimes I wonder why they even enlisted. They could have been in Uni, having fun and meeting girls instead of coming out here to die in the desert.”
“Some people aren't made for civilized places. I couldn't imagine going back for good. Could you, Watson?”
“No,” John says. “It's a strange thing to say, considering where we are, but I've never lived in a place where I've felt more at peace than I do here and now...with you.”
Sholto pauses a minute to smile at John before eating the last orange slice.
John stares at the man sitting across from him. So strong and straight, and beautiful. It's as if this place had been made simply to show off his features. The square lines of his face echoed in the walls and floor. The beige color of the tent setting off the gold of his hair. He shines here, like the sun over the tops of the mountains.
In this moment, John's heart feels full, and this man makes him feel more welcome than anyone that he has ever known. He wants to tell him somehow, but he doesn't have words to describe it, so he rises to his feet and walks over to place a hand on the Major's shoulder.
He can hear birds singing outside the tent. Soon the sun will rise and everyone else in the camp will wake, but this moment seems made just for the two of them. A stolen moment of peace in a time of war. Unwilling to break the silence, but unable to keep his feelings inside, he bends down slowly and touches their lips together.
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Devil John 10 - Love
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
“You weren't always honest with me, Sherlock.”
“About what?”
“About you. In fact, it seems to me that we could have saved ourselves a lot of grief if you had simply been a little more honest about your feelings from the beginning.”
“Me? I should have been more honest?”
“Yes. You've had feelings for me as someone who was more than just a flatmate for... I think a very long time now, and yet you never said anything to me about it.
“I've had a lot of time to think, and it seems that you and I are compatible as sexual partners as well as business partners, and if you had just confessed your feelings before Mary and all of the rest of this had come along, then we could have avoided so much of the problems that we went through.”
“Oh really? Is that all?”
“No. You've always projected this ...image of yourself. This way that you want the world to see you, and because caring about me didn't fit in your plans, you repressed those feelings, pretending like you didn't feel any desire for me. But I could tell how you felt. I saw the way that you looked at me. How you were jealous of me. But whenever I tried to mention those sorts of feelings, you would shut me down. Despite the fact that I killed for you, that I've died for you even, I was never quite good enough for you to admit to wanting. I know it's too late to change the past, but I can't help thinking that if things were different, if you hadn't loved your image of yourself more than you loved me, then we wouldn't have had to settle for this fractured half-life that we're living now.”
Sherlock took a sip of his scotch and smiled crookedly before lifting his hand to touch his head. “I had to check to see if their was a name on my forehead, because everything you just said….that's exactly how I would have described you, John.”
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stop him
Devil John 9 - Killer
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
“I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of the frustration. I'm tired of being alone and returning to this ******* place. I want Sherlock here, now. Tell me how to do it.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Do you think that there is any other reason that I would call you after the last time?”
Moriarty frowned. “Johnny, you're asking for my help. Would it hurt to be just a little civil.”
“I haven't broken your neck yet. I think I'm doing pretty well. So tell me, do you know a way to make this happen, or is calling you just a waste of my time?”
“Oh I know. Believe me Johnny, I know how to get him here.”
“How?”
“It's simple, love. Sherlock has to die.”
“Time is passing faster above, but...not that fast. It will still be a long time before he dies a natural death.”
“Then, Johnny my dear, you need to help it along. You need to kill him.”
“Kill Sherlock Holmes?”
“Yes. If you want him. He's already promised you his soul. You only need to kill his body in order to claim it.”
“But...kill him? I don't know. Perhaps I should wait...”
“You said you didn't want to wait. Besides, the more time that you give him, the more chance he'll have to find a loophole to get out of his bargain. You can't. Trust. Mortals. Clever things, they're always plotting. Give them a couple years and they will find a way trick themselves out of a bargain. Sherlock is yours to take, to own, to use as you will. Why wait when you can have him now?”
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Devil John 8 - Want
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
Sherlock strides ahead, his long legs covering the distance quickly. John follows, his legs widening as he walks.
The flair of his coat.
Sherlock was always was a drama queen.
Sherlock pushes open the gate with his gloved hand, then he stops and looks back at John before rushing down the road. John steps through and looks at the street stretching out before them. The damp pavement glistens in the lamplight. Sherlock pauses at a quiet street corner and glances around before crossing. Bouncing lightly on his toes as he jumps over a puddle. He rushes, despite the fact that there is no sign of pursuit, pausing in his walk every so often however to glance back at John.
At University, John read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. Sherlock reminds him of Orpheus. He is a musician, and John did indeed come from the underworld.
What is that look in his eyes? Bedroom eyes. Sherlock on his bed in only his pants. A hand drifting down. Lidded eyes falling shut as he reaches inside. His mouth falling open.
John wonders if Eurydice had such dirty thoughts while watching her lover. A glance back, and Sherlock turns down another street.
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Devil John 7 - Sex
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
In the army, his unassuming nature and his ability to get a repeat date with any woman who had dropped her knickers for him once was what spurred the men to name him Three-Continents Watson.
He couldn't help the desire he felt whenever a pretty woman walked by, but it was contained somewhat by his certainty that he could have them begging and calling his name if he wanted them to. Even so, he always felt a little tense when he was alone with a woman.
Men, for the most part, did nothing for him. John found them uninteresting, almost without exception. Until a man had strutted across the lab toward him with his cheekbones and his tailored suit and John had felt it like a punch in the gut. He'd even had the gall to wink at him on his way out, just like she had, reminding him of what it felt like to be powerless.
When Sherlock had taken John's very mild query into his sexual orientation and thrown it in his face, John knew that his momentary thought of perhaps giving the other side a go was never going to happen. He put it out of his mind.
And yet, Sherlock always had a way of throwing him off balance. He definitely was NOT a woman, but sometimes the ever-changing color of his eyes, or the pale freckles on his neck as he stood playing the violin, or the rounded curve of his ass would hit John in a way that made him feel like he was back in that referee's closet.
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Scenes without background music: Sherlock and Moriarty talk about the final problem (request by keep-calm-and-watch-sherlock)
Wow, another BlackDragon
From James A Owen’s FB page:
To paraphrase the old joke about eating elephants: “How do you eat a Dragon? Easy – one bite at a time.” That’s how you tackle big goals with big challenges, and how I’ve been managing the new Kickstarter for the trio of coloring books. Focus on enough small achievements, and before you know it, you’ve crossed the finish line. So for today, I have TWO goals I’m trying to reach: First, I need SIXTEEN more backers to reach 200. This is a very doable goal. smile emoticon And second, I want to bring in just $1546 in pledges – that amount puts the project at over $14k, but more importantly, it reduces the amount still to reach to four digits. And then it’s simply a race to the finish line. smile emoticon So please share the link with the friends and family you think will like three new books filled with pictures to cherish and color, and let’s see if we can find sixteen more people to take a bite out of a Dragon.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1401678214/all-the-colors-of-magic-a-trio-of-coloring-books
Since James posted this he’s had a handful of new backers, but is still a few shy of 200, and the $14k immediate goal. His art is gorgeous. The quality of the first coloring book is fantastic. If you like dragons, or coloring books, or art, take a look. Please reblog, or go find the post on FB and share it there. Or both. Both is good. :)
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Devil John
Chapter 6 - Whiskey
Fandom:Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
“She's leaving us, Harriet. Too good for the likes of us, I guess.” His mother smiles, one of those sad smiles that are meant to reassure, but never do. “At least I have you to depend on, Love. You won't leave me, will you John? Come here.”
She opens her arms and wraps them around him careful to hold her cigarette hand out, so she doesn't burn him. John reaches his left hand around to pat her back as she rests her head against his shirt. A moment later, he feels it grow damp from her tears.
“Don't let this happen to you, Johnny. Find yourself a good gentle wife to settle down with. One that doesn't drink or smoke too much. Then maybe your kids won't hate you and run off.”
“Mum, Harry doesn't hate you.”
“It's all right if she does. I don't blame her for it. And when you finally leave, I won't blame you either.”
John wraps both arms around his mother and holds her tight. “I'm not leaving, Mum. I won't abandon you, not ever.”
“My loyal John. Some girl is going to love that about you. My best, my brightest son.” She kisses his arm. Then everything fades and they are on the grey plane again.
John covers his face with his hands. How long had it been since he had even thought about his mother.
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Devil John
Chapter 5 - Tea
Fandom:Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Excerpt:
The Black Dragon's Blood is long gone. It had given him confidence last time, burning through his veins. Without it, his anger is buried deep, even so, he can feel it simmering like a coal covered in a bed of ash waiting to catch fire again.
“So,”John says, looking back at the newspaper again. “Has it really been over a year?”
“Almost two.”
“I see.”
“But time passes differently in Hell, you said.”
“Yes.”
“Was it much shorter?”
“Hard to say. It's hard to tell the hours apart when things are always the same.”
“It would be interesting to make a calculation of the differences. That is, people have speculated about the afterlife for quite a long time, and this is a unique opportunity to write something definitive on the subject. If you could simply describe what it is like there. I mean, I've read books. There are tales of a tunnel, some sort of light, but no one ever sees what's on the other side of the ...”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
“Is it that you are forbidden from speaking of it? You might let me guess. Then you only need nod. Is it anything like Dante's inferno? Or is it possibly that you...”
“I said that I don't want to talk about it!”
Sherlock stops talking. That more than anything drives John to turn and face him. Sherlock seems much healthier than before. He's underweight, as always, but despite his leg, he seems in good vigor. His blue eyes sparkle in the light from the window, and there is nothing about them that suggests that he isn't sleeping.
“You came back to me,” Sherlock says with eyes soft with feeling.
“Did you doubt I would?”
“No.”
“Liar. If you didn't doubt it, you wouldn't have mentioned in the first place.”
John walks over to his chair. It has been recently dusted and the union jack pillow neatly placed in the center. He thinks of sitting in it, but that would be too normal, so he walks around the chair instead placing his hands on the back to steady himself as he looks down at Sherlock.
Sherlock stares at him in wonder. John looks at his amazed face and then down at his own hands. He is uncertain what to do next. This isn't a completely uncommon state of affairs. Sherlock often unsettles him. When he had been alive, he had felt so confused at times, knowing that he wanted to say something, but not quite knowing what it was. But this is embarrassing. Demons aren't supposed to feel awkward, not in any vision of the afterlife that he's heard of. He rocks back and forth on his heels glancing up at Sherlock who is staring at him as if he believes that tearing his eyes away would make John disappear.
John starts to talk, then stops. Last visit he said some things that he was ashamed of. He wants to apologize to Sherlock for calling him names and for hurting him, but he's fairly certain that apologizing is also something that demons don't do. He had thought that death would change things, but he was pants at this sort of thing when he was alive, and it seems that he's going to be a pants demon as well?
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