I am sometimes here

sergeantjerkbarnes:

if i’m ever rich i’m gonna always leave huge tips, like 200%. that’s like the dream. having enough money to give some waitress 40 bucks extra just because she’s nice.

gothdirk:

*lies on the ground and slowly piles earth on myself* yes im handling adulthood very well thank you *continues to cover myself in moist earth by hand*

piracywhiskeypoetry:

Alan Cumming performing ‘If You Could See Her’, in Cabaret (1998). (x)

I NEED TO BUY TICKETS RIGHT NOW! I NEED TO SEE THIS ASAP! WHY HAVEN’T I BOUGHT TICKETS YET?

sherlock-undercover:

The sweetest smile. (x)

“Family doesn’t end with blood. We’re a family. We’ll always be a family. You’re not alone. We’re right here.”

ooops this turned into a follow forever xx

valeria2067:

John smiled to himself at the dinner table as yet another Holmes Family Christmas drew to a close. Soon it would be time for Sherlock and Mycroft to endure the “My Sons at Christmas” photo. Mummy Holmes insisted upon it each year. And one simply did not refuse Mummy Holmes.
Mummy. John thought it was such a misleading, benign name for a woman who had Sherlock’s intellect and Mycroft’s ruthlessness. No other mere mortal could make those two stand still next to each other and look at the camera.
Now, as far as getting either of them to smile, well, that would take something much more powerful. Even Mummy’s influence had its limits.
“Do take off the ridiculous scarf, Sherlock,” Mycroft said through gritted teeth as he folded his arms.
“You’re the one with the umbrella, Mycroft. Expecting rain in the sitting room, are we?” Sherlock shot back.
John chuckled under his breath. It was answered by the formidable, well-nigh terrifying, sound of Mummy Holmes clearing her throat in annoyance.
For a few seconds, John experienced the same panicked, sinking feeling in his abdomen that had once accompanied the sound of nearby artillery fire or exploding ordinance.
“Doctor Watson, we are waiting,” she said coolly.
John looked from Mrs. Holmes to Sherlock, and then to Mycroft, and back.
“I’m sorry?” he said.
A pair of feminine, silver-blue-grey eyes rolled skyward for a moment - something John had seen probably a hundred thousand times back at Baker Street, albeit from a younger, male Holmes.
“This is a photo of my sons,” Mrs. Holmes explained as if she were speaking to a toddler (again, something not at all rare in John’s recent life). “I wish you to take your place, if you would.”
John swallowed hard, and he found he couldn’t speak.
“Surely you’ve guessed that Sherlock is planning to propose over the holiday? Really, it couldn’t be more obvious. And when you and Sherlock are married, John, that will make you my son-in-law. Therefore, you belong in the photo.”
Sherlock merely raised his chin defiantly, as if daring anyone to dispute the assertion.
Feeling a bit dizzy, John managed to make his legs support him, and even carry him the three or four steps over to Sherlock’s side.
“On the count of three, then, shall we? One. Two. Three.”
The photographer snapped the picture.
And that year, for the first time in over three decades, the Annual “My Sons at Christmas” photo contained something approaching a genuine smile.

spermbanker:

sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage like… nice…….

capnpea:

Breaking Bad except instead of a chemistry teacher Walter White is an art teacher and instead of cooking meth he starts taking hentai commissions on DeviantArt

sandandglass:

Mel B is baffled by Richard Ayoade.

the-anal-rapist:

I love straight porn.

piningjohn:

???!????!!!???????????!?

I just literally burst into tears looking at this. Christ. This poor bastard. CAN someone please hug fuckin Sherlock and tell them that he’s worth loving? Can someone please show him appreciation for the sacrifices he’s made? Can someone please give a shit about him not just because he’s a puzzle solver but because they see him for the amazing man he is? Saints alive this show is killing me.

mid0nz:

mid0nz:
I caught one big difference, but I haven’t gone through the whole shooting script.
I’d give virtual smootches or chocolate or whatever to anybody who’d check the script against the final cut and post the differences. :))))))
Or ASiP— if anybody has the shooting script from the Blu-ray boxed set to compare. Anybody have a PDF of the ASiP script they could share with me?

Oh God if you get ASIP then please share. I’e been trying to get my hands on ASIP and ASIB for two years.

dustyismachristmasboy:

I’m nerding, all over the floor

omg i want.

gryffinewt:

when your friend makes a vague post and you’re worried it’s about you cause if it was it’d be true

If you worry then they’re probably not really your friends. Friendship is founded in honesty. You don’t make stupid ,vague posts. You just out and out say it.