hitlersbreastmilk:

*seductively falls off a building*

Sherlock

(via alienandgirl)

kriskenshin:

waitfortheawesomeness:

tom-hiddleston-just:

STOP MAKING ME LAUGH AT EMOTIONAL THINGS

(via the-sylph-of-butts)

thebeatlesstolethetardisin221b:

john-watson-is-sherlocked:

deduction019:

oakenshielden:

OKAY I JUST REALISED
According to the Casebook, Moriarty is born in 1976, and Sherlock in 1981. That’s a five year difference. Carl Powers was 11 years old when he died (well, murdered), and that was in 1989.
THAT MEANS MORIARTY MADE HIS FIRST KILL/STARTED MURDERING PEOPLE SINCE HE WAS 13 YEARS OLD
YOU LITTLE MONSTER
AND SHERLOCK BEGAN HIS DETECTING AND INVESTIGATING AT EIGHT YEARS OLD (“Carl Powers, John. That’s where I began.”)
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CAN YOU IMAGINE A TINY KID SHERLOCK SNOOPING AROUND FINDING CLUES AND TRYING TO FIND EVIDENCE FOR THE MURDER
YOU LITTLE GENIUS
YOU REALLY WERE JUST A KID IT MAKES SENSE WHY THE POLICE DIDN’T LISTEN
NO WONDER MORIARTY’S OBSESSED WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU GUYS GO WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY BACK
CHILDHOOD NEMESIS ENEMIES RIVALS WHATEVER
BECAUSE HAVING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS INSTEAD IS WAY TOO ORDINARY ISN’T IT

Reblogging this for the second time because:
BA DUM TSSSHH. 

Not to mention the fact that Carl Powers was eleven years old
I always pictured him as some douchebag high school junior or senior who sort of had it coming
No
He was a fucking sixth grader

Um, sixth graders can me douchebags too. You obviously didn’t go to my school.

thebeatlesstolethetardisin221b:

john-watson-is-sherlocked:

deduction019:

oakenshielden:

OKAY I JUST REALISED

According to the Casebook, Moriarty is born in 1976, and Sherlock in 1981. That’s a five year difference. Carl Powers was 11 years old when he died (well, murdered), and that was in 1989.

THAT MEANS MORIARTY MADE HIS FIRST KILL/STARTED MURDERING PEOPLE SINCE HE WAS 13 YEARS OLD

YOU LITTLE MONSTER

AND SHERLOCK BEGAN HIS DETECTING AND INVESTIGATING AT EIGHT YEARS OLD (“Carl Powers, John. That’s where I began.”)

EIGHT YEARS OLD

CAN YOU IMAGINE A TINY KID SHERLOCK SNOOPING AROUND FINDING CLUES AND TRYING TO FIND EVIDENCE FOR THE MURDER

YOU LITTLE GENIUS

YOU REALLY WERE JUST A KID IT MAKES SENSE WHY THE POLICE DIDN’T LISTEN

NO WONDER MORIARTY’S OBSESSED WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU GUYS GO WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY BACK

CHILDHOOD NEMESIS ENEMIES RIVALS WHATEVER

BECAUSE HAVING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS INSTEAD IS WAY TOO ORDINARY ISN’T IT

Reblogging this for the second time because:

BA DUM TSSSHH. 

Not to mention the fact that Carl Powers was eleven years old

I always pictured him as some douchebag high school junior or senior who sort of had it coming

No

He was a fucking sixth grader

Um, sixth graders can me douchebags too. You obviously didn’t go to my school.

(via humourous-misadventures)

♛ sherlock meme |  ten anything [5/10] → a deerstalker
“Is it a cap? Why has it got two fronts?”

(via humourous-misadventures)

My friends say I shouldn’t like Tom Hiddleston because he is too old, he is only 31. Imagine if they knew about…

milpool-thrillhouse:

blameitonthesilence:

tonightsadangernight:

youweremadetobesherlocked:

Matt Smith (29)

Jared Padalecki (30)

Jensen Ackles (34)

Andrew Scott (35)

Benedict Cumberbatch (36)

Misha Collins (37)

Martin Freeman (40)

Jeremy Renner (41)

Richard Speight Jr (41)

David Tennant (41)

John Barrowman (45)

Robert Downey Jr (47)

I apologise for any ovary explosions this post may have caused.

Oh god, they know….

Omfg, I just saw this on Twitter. dksfjdslkj

(via onlyfandomflail)

whatagreatlifetolive:

NO
DOCTOR
SHERLOCK DOESN’T CARE
HE’LL JUST DELETE IT ALL LATER
THERE’S NO POINT

whatagreatlifetolive:

NO

DOCTOR

SHERLOCK DOESN’T CARE

HE’LL JUST DELETE IT ALL LATER

THERE’S NO POINT

(via thranduileto)

mudora17:

americanviolist:

naoitstime:

steal-the-tardis:

missbipolarity:

FANDOM STYLE


WHAT IS THIS OH MY

Oh my gosh… xDD 

Reblogging partially for the gifs

I am not ashamed.

(via thepageofhopes)

crazylipgloss:

brilliantimpressionsoffruit:

thegoldentomato:

Girl at the train station today had a short t-shirt with ‘hipster’ written on it.

I was wearing my ‘I am SHERLOCKED’ t-shirt.

We passed by each other.

I swear to god, the looks we gave each other -

Her:

Me:

SHE KNEW OF THE SHERLOCK FANDOM’S REPUTATION. God bless Tumblr.

Hipsters fear us

Because they know we’re one of the ruling fandoms.

azfgerrdn 

And we will fuck yo hipster posts up.

(via queerspectres)

cumberqueen:

were-insane-but-not-alone:

timelordy-teganbreann:

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

That was the fastest I’ve ever gone from OMG NO WHY to literally howling with laughter

I am Trollocked  xD

(via jin-nyeh)


xxmondaymorningxx:

I was watching this with my sister and she suddenly asked me:
“How many times do you think the sheet had actually fallen down until they got the scene right?”

xxmondaymorningxx:

I was watching this with my sister and she suddenly asked me:

“How many times do you think the sheet had actually fallen down until they got the scene right?”

(via humourous-misadventures)

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:



Imagine coming across this one day. 
On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.
Turning around the bend and seeing this. 
Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart
this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)
or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud
or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)



But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then
click
The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.
When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…
You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.
Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”
You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.
The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”
He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.
“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

(via spankydoodledandy)

onlydoylie:

Sherlock - Painting by ~Lasse17

IT’S SO GORGEOUS. 

onlydoylie:

Sherlock - Painting by ~Lasse17

IT’S SO GORGEOUS. 

(via ooishikuraudo)