sherlock fandom before the reichenbach fall
sherlock fandom after the reichenbach fall
look me in the eyes and tell me that if the character you hold near and dear to your heart knocked on your window in the middle of the night and said “drop everything and come with me” you wouldn’t do it you know you fucking woul
Aaaaand part 2!
That mustache hast to go.
In a fun way.
It better does.
In a fun way.
I always find that the best way to dress is somewhere between 'Last of the Time Lords' & 'Wizard trying to be a muggle'
Yep. that’s my damn fiance.
Doctor Who AU dark musical comedy in which several companions conspire to kill various versions of the Time Lord who wronged them
And now the six merry murderesses of the Stormcage Containment Facility in their rendition of The Cell Block Tango…
Sherlock’s mind palace
Apart from it being a masterpiece of montage, this scene is so emotionally disturbing. Yes, he’s stunning, absolutely beautiful, showed in the middle of the rawness of the process of deducing. His uniqueness, being special, above everything ordinary, above average human potential shows here. You can’t look away - it’s hypnotising, but at the same time you want to because it’s so distressing to see him like possessed by this genius, by his brain, by this monster inside him. Living beast, feeding on all these tiniest associations, subtle hints, directions, words, slogans, images, tiniest bits of the whole wide universe ever surrounding him until these scraps form final solution. But before it comes to this the whole “ritual” looks almost painfully ecstatic, like he’s on high, beside himself, barely managing, being on the edge, and at the same time nothing could tear him away he’s exactly where he wants to be, belonging, complete, ABSOLUTE. It’s like one step too far and he snaps – done, swallowed by madness, turned into machine on the loop until he burns and turns into ashes along with his brain. You can feel that burden of his MIND, how his brain is a separate living being, forcing him to feed it all the time, taking control, driving away everything else but the purest intellect. Devouring him as a person, as a human entity, while fed. This scene shows so intensely the genius, Sherlock’s greatest asset that is his greatest tragedy. This scene shows how this blessing of his is also his curse threatening his humanity, stability, emotional well-being. It shows how he stands on the edge of abyss all the time and one step too far and he’s falling.
how to stay warm in your freezing bedroom:
put on a comfy sweater
put a sweatshirt on over it
put leggings on
put sweatpants on over them
4 pairs of fuzzy socks
light your bed on fire
and a partridge in a pear tree
This is one of my favourite Sherlock moments because Sherlock doesn’t think he’s himself without his coat collar turned up
But I mean, it also shows that he’s trying to make an active effort to be less intimidating… he does care, he could just be a jerkwad and ignore Lestrade, but he doesn’t. And therein is yet another reason why he’s just this big fluffy teddy bear.
No, guys remember in Hounds:
John: Can we not do this this time?
Sherlock: Do what?
John: You being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool.
Sherlock: I don’t do that.
John: Yeah, you do.
And then in this scene he looks at John and turns his collar down.