Hi. My life has been ruined by two british actors with marvelous cheekbones.
as a conductor of light, you are unbeatable.
"For myself, for a long time... maybe I felt inauthentic or something, I felt like my voice wasn't worth hearing, and I think everyone's voice is worth hearing. So if you've got something to say, say it from the rooftops."
"Enjoy the journey of life and not just the endgame. I’m also a great believer in treating others as you would like to be treated."
So I raise a morphine toast to you. And, should you remember that it's the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me and you made my life a happy one. And there's no tragedy in that.
-Third Star, James
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His ties also greatly intrigue me. As does the blaser in the top left-hand corner. To avoid repetitiveness I intentionally excluded the traditional looking black suit/bow tie and focused more on the less traditional ones.
“And exactly how many times did he fall out of the window?”
“It was all a bit of a blur detective inspector, I lost count.”
so this gets treated rather casually with a few jokes in canon. But can I just put it out there that /Sherlock is fucking terrifying/
You DO NOT fuck with Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock will go Moriarty-mode on you.
Sherlock will go Moriarty on you.
This is actually scarily accurate. it highlights how similar Sherlock and Moriarty are, in a way. They can both be inhumane, brutal. Only in Sherlock’s case it’s out of love (“inhumanity out of humanity”) while for Moriarty it’s perverse entertainment.
Always reblog the no-look pass.
Could he just make an entrance like in the first gif every time he enters a room? He looks so cool when he does that.
No, but what if every time John walked into a room that Sherlock was in, he would just throw something to Sherlock, whatever had to do with the case, or just a pen, and Sherlock would use it, because John could tell what he wanted each time. Pen, shoe, scarf, phone, tea mug, anything.
Then, the day after Reichenbach, out of habit, John walked into the flat, and instinctively picked up and pen and threw it. He only remembered Sherlock wasn’t there when he heard the pen clatter to the ground.
nice to meet you satan
Three years have gone by and finally John has lost the habit of throwing things to a man who is no longer there. He’s broken at least 8 mugs since Sherlock’s dea- no. He still cannot think the word. As long as he refuses to believe Sherlock is gone, he will still be there.
One night after a particularly long day consisting of far too many meetings John walks home to 221B. He imagines Sherlock’s eye-rolling, and scoffing reactions to Anderson’s many idiotic theories about their latest killer, and smiles to himself. He unlocks the door, enters, and throws his jacket over the nearest chair. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Sherlock’s old mobile, and for a moment forgets everything that happened. He wraps his hand around the device, and tosses it behind him, silently cursing himself for probably breaking one of the last pieces of Sherlock in his possession, as he waits for the inevitable clatter of plastic on wood. But there is no sound.
YOU MADE IT BETTER
YOU SOOTHED THE WOUND
I need to talk about this moment.
Sherlock is terrified of Moriarty. Legitimately terrified of him. So terrified that Moriarty is literally the monster under Sherlock’s bed and the thing that keeps Sherlock up at night.
In The Great Game, Sherlock wanted to meet Moriarty. He reveled in the game, loved the chase, and saw Moriarty as the one man who could actually challenge him. He invited Moriarty to the pool just so he could finally meet his nemesis.
And then Moriarty got John. He took him, strapped Semtex to his chest, and threatened to burn Sherlock’s heart away. And now Sherlock fears Moriarty more than anything else. More than the Hound, more than his own brain lying to him, he is afraid of Moriarty.
It’s no longer a game, it’s real.
I’ve been waiting for these gifs and for someone to say this forever. I was blown away by this scene when I realised how afraid of Moriarty Sherlock is.
I just- I need a minute.
BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH: What the fuck is this need for proof we all have? Why do people need me to ruin the front page of a book with my terrible signature so that they can prove that they’ve met me? Will no one believe them otherwise? It’s fucking weird.
MEANWHILE, TOM HIDDLESTON: