Presidential Proclamation — Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride Month, 2014 | The White House

Presidential Proclamation — Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride Month, 2014 | The White House





 Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a  love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in  Person B’s ear.


imagine this happening during the apocalypse and they both know they’re going to die soon


But what if one is immortal?

1000 Followers Fanworks Challenge


The challenge:

Create a work based on a prompt from the Bottomjohn Prompts List, and incorporating an idea from this Prompts List of Doom.

For added challenge/guidance, use a random number generator to select from the Prompts List of Doom!  (There are 6573 prompts on the list.)

Deadline: June 30.  That’s one month!

The only rule is, of course, that John must be on the bottom. ^_^  

The fanworks can be of any sort!  Fic, art, knitting, sewing, woodburning, music playlist, vids, cosplay, gardening dandelions in the shape of John’s face…  Set your fannish minds free to the possibilities!

Submissions: When you’re done, submit your work to johnwantsit and we’ll post it for all to see!  (In most cases, it will probably work best as a submission; if you want to stay anonymous, simply say so and we can copy and post it so that your name does not appear.)  

If you post it on AO3, you can also add it to the AO3 BottomJohnPromptsList collection for posterity.

Wrote a fic for dvancecinco’s birthday

Cherries – Mycroft surprises Greg on his birthday.

teaser below the cut

Greg slammed his car door closed. Another late night. They’d made some effort to acknowledge his birthday at the Yard, but they’d been called out as soon as the donuts were opened. It was all fine. Another bad one off the streets, but it made for a long day. He dragged himself tiredly up the walk to his flat.

Mycroft had told Greg he was gone all week, so when he unlocked the door he expected an empty flat. Instead a mouthwatering smell came from the kitchen.

“I thought you had a conference,” he said, hanging up his coat.

“It is your birthday,” said Mycroft, stepping out of the kitchen. His suit coat was off and sleeves rolled up, a tasteful apron protecting his clothes.

“I had no idea you could cook.” Greg stepped over and kissed him gently.

“I can when the occasion requires. I made your favorite. Please, have a seat.” He had his tiny long-suffering smile on. It made Greg wonder how long he’d been planning this.

continue on AO3

Arthur Dent :)

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Trillian

important friends: Ford, Marvin, Trillian….not so much zaphod though

general opinions: Arthur Dent was an important part of my geekly upbrining. I still like the 80s BBC version TV the best.