johnlock vet

If you haven't read Mors Immatura by @gretaglasses what are you doing?

Slowly, slowly enough that Vi has time to pull away if she wants to, to stop what now seems to be inevitable–Caitlyn lets her hand drift. She curls her fingers around Vi’s neck, and tries not to think about the way her hair should be tickling her skin as she presses forward. Their mouths are centimeters apart. Caitlyn should be able to feel the brush of Vi’s rapid, shallow breaths against her lips as she tilts her head down, their noses almost touching now. Vi sways forward, her eyelashes fluttering as a shaky exhale fills the air between them.

Read the fic on AO3.

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

Read on AO3

something something dykes on bikes 🏍️🌈💨 (because it's not pride without some l e a t h e r)

Wake with the Sun - Sleep with the Moon - Aim for the Stars.

At the Society of Alchemist's, York, England.